Chapter 308: A Wisdom Soul Ring? Yang Wudi's Fury!
"A Wisdom Soul Ring? To help him become a god and share eternal life?"
Upon hearing this, the Snow Empress's ethereal voice carried a clear and discernible rage for the first time, as if a thousand-year-old block of ice had suddenly shattered.
"Tianmeng, you're talking nonsense!"
"When a soul beast falls, its energy and fragments of its soul transform into a soul ring, which humans can absorb to enhance themselves. This is the law of heaven and earth! Unchanging since ancient times! How can there be talk of living to become a soul ring? Let alone retaining consciousness and sharing godhood?!"
As she spoke, her voice grew louder and louder, filled with the anger of someone who felt she was being fooled.
"Your argument is utterly flawed and absurd!"
"First, you claim to have become his Wisdom Soul Ring, yet why are you still here conversing with us? Soul rings are inanimate objects; how can they possess independent consciousness? If you still have consciousness, where is your million-year-old body and origin? Could it be that he has imprisoned your soul with some evil magic, using clever words to trick Ice Emperor and me into a trap?!"
"Second, even if there's a one in ten thousand chance that your twisted logic has any basis, what makes you so certain that this human possesses the potential to become a god? Just because he has an imperial beast by his side? Just because Emperor Tian gave him a little power? The path to godhood is incredibly difficult; countless brilliant minds throughout history have failed! How can you, a mere million-year-old sleeper, foresee the future and be certain he can reach that point? Isn't this gambling with Ice Emperor's and my hundreds of thousands of years of cultivation and lives on a mere illusion, a mirage?!"
"Third, and most importantly!" The Snow Empress's voice was resolute, carrying the determination and pride of the ruler of the far north. She said in a deep voice, "Even if what you say is true, even if there is only a sliver of possibility… I, the Snow Empress, am an elf born from the core of the far north, ruling over this region and living freely for hundreds of thousands of years! You want me to give up everything, to entrust my life, soul, hundreds of thousands of years of cultivation, and dignity to a strange human, to become his appendage, dependent on him, waiting for him to bestow upon me a so-called divine position? That's utterly delusional!"
Each of the Snow Empress's questions was like an icicle, pointing directly to the core of the problem.
It also revealed the same doubts in the Ice Empress's heart.
Although the Ice Empress did not speak, the coldness and suspicion in her azure eyes said it all.
Faced with the Snow Empress's rapid-fire, reasoned, and proud questioning, the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm remained calm. It seemed to have anticipated this reaction.
"Bingbing, Xue Di, I completely understand your doubts." Tianmeng Ice Silkworm's voice suddenly became unusually serious and earnest, lacking its usual slickness.
"First, to answer your first question — why can I still exist and communicate with you? This is precisely the essential difference between a Wisdom Soul Ring and a traditional soul ring! I didn't passively form a soul ring after death. Rather, in a state of complete consciousness and intact origin, I actively signed an equal soul contract with Tang Chuan. My million-year spiritual origin and energy helped me become a Wisdom Soul Ring in a special way, assisting him in opening an unprecedented spiritual sea."
"However, my core consciousness, my memories, and my wisdom have not dissipated. Instead, they have survived in a special form — somewhere between energy and spirit — using this soul ring as a carrier, residing in his spiritual sea. I can communicate with him, assist him in cultivation, and even, under certain circumstances, communicate with the outside world, as I am doing now. Although my body has transformed, my existence has never perished! This is the meaning of the word 'wisdom'!"
"As for the second question — Tang Chuan's potential to become a god..."
Tianmeng Ice Silkworm's voice was full of certainty as it smiled:
"I've lived for millions of years, spending most of that time in slumber, but I've witnessed countless geniuses rise and fall. Tang Chuan's specialness isn't just about exploding rings or auspicious beasts. His intellect, perseverance, and that mysterious aura and potential within him — which even I can't fully fathom — all point to one fact: he's someone who can break the mold and reach that supreme realm."
"A gamble? Yes, it is indeed a high-stakes gamble. But for us soul beasts, besides gambling on this only possible path to break our destiny, what other choice do we have? Are we to wait for the next, and the next, increasingly terrifying tribulation?"
"Finally, regarding dignity and dependence..." Tianmeng Ice Silkworm sighed, her tone becoming somewhat complex, and smiled, "Snow Empress, I understand your pride. But please consider, can so-called carefree existence truly last forever? Under the shadow of tribulation, before the end of life, doesn't this carefree existence also carry a hint of helplessness and sorrow?"
"Becoming a Wisdom Soul Ring is not a humble dependence, but an investment, a collaboration! We contribute our strength to help him reach the summit. He, in turn, carries our hopes and leads us to transcendence. This is not master and servant, but a community of shared destiny! When we step into the realm of gods with him, gaining eternal life and a wider world, isn't today's choice also a greater freedom?"
...
Meanwhile, 1,200 miles south of the far north.
Dragon Rising City, the residence of the Yu Clan.
Inside the hall, Niu Gao was somewhat absentmindedly dealing with his two old brothers who had just arrived.
The arrival of Yang Wudi and Bai He should have been a cause for celebration, as the four hadn't gathered together for years. Bai He, dressed simply in grey, had a gaunt face and eyes as sharp as an eagle's.
Yang Wudi, on the other hand, was dressed in a close-fitting outfit, his posture as upright as a spear, his brows carrying a unique aura of austerity and coldness, his eyes equally sharp.
"Old Rhinoceros! We rushed here to your Dragon Rising City. Why do you look like you've swallowed a fly? Aren't you welcoming us?"
Seeing Niu Gao's unusual expression, Yang Wudi's voice was loud and straightforward as ever. He stepped forward and patted Niu Gao's shoulder, then looked around the hall and said,
"Where's Old Gorilla? Didn't he say he arrived early? Where did he hide?"
Bai He also frowned slightly, noticing the strangeness and seriousness in Niu Gao's expression.
Niu Gao opened his mouth, unsure how to explain this complicated situation, even regretting agreeing to that almost impossible condition a few days ago.
Just then, the light at the entrance of the hall dimmed.
Titan's imposing figure appeared in the doorway, his face bearing a complex and indescribable expression.
"Old Goat! Old White Bird!"
Seeing Yang Wudi and Bai He, a flicker of excitement flashed in Titan's eyes as he hurriedly greeted them.
"Haha, Old Gorilla! You've finally shown up!" Yang Wudi laughed loudly, quickly stepping forward to embrace the long-unseen patriarch of the Power Clan, saying, "Your letter was vague. What important matter requires the four of us old folks to gather? Is it something about Spirit Hall…?"
However, his enthusiastic words and actions faltered.
As his gaze passed over Titan's shoulder and fell upon the tall figure silently following behind Titan into the hall, it was as if an invisible ice blade had cleaved him in two!
Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
The smile on Yang Wudi's face instantly froze, then receded like a receding tide, replaced by an extreme, almost fiery red, as if it were igniting his blood!
"It's you... Tang Hao!!!" A low growl, like that of a wounded beast, was squeezed out from between Yang Wudi's teeth, hoarse and trembling.
The next second!
"Buzz—!"
A powerful surge of soul power erupted without warning!
A Soul-Breaking Spear, jet black, about twelve feet long, its tip gleaming with a chilling light, appeared in Yang Wudi's hand instantly, like a sleeping dragon awakening!
On the spear, two yellow, two purple, and four black — eight perfectly matched soul rings — sparkled brightly. Their sharp, incomparable spear intent mixed with overwhelming killing intent instantly locked onto Tang Hao, cutting through the air in the entire hall with a hissing sound!
He didn't hesitate, nor did he waste any words!
"Whoosh—!"
The Soul-Breaking Spear moved!
Without charging, without warning, even faster than sound!
The jet-black spear seemed to instantly merge into the air, then transformed into a black lightning bolt that tore through sight, piercing straight towards Tang Hao's face!
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