Tang Chuan's eyes widened, his mind trembling slightly, but he didn't back away. He felt no hostility, just an unprecedented gentleness and warmth, like being tightly embraced by his mother in a cold World. It was an instinctive sense of security and belonging.
The Blue Silver Grass leaves gently wrapped around his arm, shoulder, and chest, and even caressed a corner of his cheek—like a mother wiping tears from her child's face.
"Mother," Tang Chuan's lips trembled, and his eyes became a little moist. Before he was reborn, he was an orphan. After his rebirth, he found himself on the Douluo Continent, only to learn that his mother, Ah Yin, had sacrificed herself for Tang Hao, and he had never met her.
Now, this moment made him feel dazed. Even though he didn't originally belong to this world, as a former orphan, when he truly felt a mother's love, his emotions were clearly uncontrollable.
He reached out to gently caress the Blue Silver Grass wrapped around him, feeling a gentle touch like a mother's hand. Tang Chuan's nose tingled, and he slowly spoke, his voice low but firm: "Mother… I will take you out of here now. It's dark and damp here, and you never see sunlight, which is completely unsuitable for a plant-type Spirit Beast. What you need is sunlight, a gentle breeze, dew, a World that nourishes life, not a mountain cave as enclosed as a tomb."
As he spoke, he slowly took a small shovel from his Pregnant storage item. He then bent down and carefully inserted the shovel into a corner of the small mound. His movements were extremely gentle, as if he was afraid of harming even a single root of the Blue Silver Grass.
Just as Tang Chuan began to gently dig the soil, the Blue Silver Grass that had been softly entwining him suddenly trembled violently.
"Are you the older brother or the younger brother? Is your father doing well? It's been six years; why hasn't he come to see me? Oh, right, why are you alone today?" Ah Yin desperately wanted to ask these questions, wanting to know everything about her husband and children, but she couldn't make any sound because she was in plant form. Similarly, Tang Chuan didn't know what Ah Yin was trying to say at that moment.
A moment later, he gently lifted Ah Yin, still with her original soil, and placed her into the small flower pot he had prepared and brought with him. After settling her, Tang Chuan's hands trembled slightly as he smoothed the soil around the edge of the pot.
He softly said, "Mother, you rest for a bit. I'll take you out soon." With that, he slowly stood up, his gaze sweeping around the stone chamber. The chamber remained silent, with no anomalies except for the roar of the waterfall.
Just then, his gaze fixed on a slightly protruding stone wall on the right side. There was an extremely subtle bulge on its surface, covered with moss. But under the sunlight, its color was slightly lighter, different from the rest of the rock wall.
"Found it," a glint flashed in Tang Chuan's eyes. He took a few steps forward, stopped in front of the stone wall, took a deep breath, and slammed his palm onto it.
"Bang!" The stone wall trembled slightly as his palm landed. The next moment, a mechanism clicked somewhere overhead.
Boom! A hidden mechanism was activated, and a long black box fell from a crack in the stone wall above. Dust scattered, and the sound echoed throughout the stone chamber.
Looking at the scene before him, Tang Chuan's eyes were slightly feverish. Having thoroughly read the original story, he knew that sealed inside this box was the Spirit Bone Ah Yin had left behind after her sacrifice—the 100,000-year Blue Silver Emperor right leg bone.
Stepping forward, Tang Chuan knelt down and carefully opened the lid of the box. With a soft click, an extremely rich life force surged out like a tide. The aura was as warm as a spring breeze and as powerful as a river, instantly filling the entire stone chamber. Immediately after, a blue-gold light burst from the box, like the first light of dawn, illuminating all four walls and even coloring the mist from the waterfall with a sacred golden glow.
Inside the box lay a Spirit Bone that was completely transparent, with faint blue-gold patterns, as if it were made of glass. The outline of a leg was clearly visible, and blue-gold spirit power veins slowly flowed across its surface, as if it truly possessed life.
"As long as I absorb it… my innate spirit power of only Rank one and my slow cultivation speed will be completely made up for. What's more… my spirit power rank will increase significantly in a very short time," Tang Chuan murmured, his voice low and full of excitement.
On the Douluo Continent, Spirit Bones are more precious than spirit rings not only because they are hard to get, but also because there is no spirit power rank restriction for absorbing them. This means that if you're lucky enough to get a 100,000-year-level Spirit Bone when your spirit power is at Rank One, you can still absorb it successfully.
Without hesitating any longer, Tang Chuan reached out with both hands and carefully lifted the Blue Silver Emperor right leg bone from the box. The moment his fingertips touched the Spirit Bone, a cool yet surging energy spread throughout his body like mercury. He took a deep breath and slowly placed the Spirit Bone against his right leg.
At the very moment of contact, a dazzling blue-gold light burst from the Spirit Bone, instantly making the entire stone chamber as bright as day! Intense spirit power fluctuations swept out, and even a battle-hardened Titled Douluo, if they were in the cave at that moment, would surely turn pale with fear.
Tang Chuan's body suddenly trembled, his eyes wide open, and a blue-gold light glowed deep within his pupils. He felt only warmth in his right leg, and his entire leg seemed to transform into a pure, blazing, and surging blue-gold light. The next second, a powerful life force surged in. Tang Chuan's spirit power surged wildly, boiling and exploding within him.
At the same time, deep within the Soul Hunting Forest, a mist filled the forest, making it deep and damp. In the center of a clearing with vines, a slender, dark purple snake-type Spirit Beast lay quietly. Its body was covered in wounds, and it was completely lifeless. In front of it, a young man in blue battle attire sat cross-legged.
A jade-white belt was tied around his waist, his breathing was slightly uneven, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead. That young man was Tang San. His eyes were tightly closed, his breathing was rapid, and spirit power continuously flowed over his body. Around him, a faint yellow spirit ring flickered like rippling water.
Not far from him, a middle-aged man lay on the ground, his clothes tattered, his face purple, and foam at his mouth. It was Grandmaster, Yu Xiaogang. The scene slowly pulled back. At the top of a towering ancient tree, a dozen meters away from the clearing, another figure stood.