The head spirit bone left behind by Tianmeng Ice Silkworm radiated a faint white hue, crystal clear like translucent ice.
Perhaps due to its hybrid of ice and spiritual attributes, the bone continuously emitted a chilling aura. Within just a few moments of contact, a thin layer of frost formed where Yu Tianming's skin touched it.
Without hesitation, Yu Tianming pressed the million-year head spirit bone to his forehead. A blinding white flash erupted—and in that instant, the bone fused seamlessly with his skull.
Physical perfection and mastery of countless elements—this was the path once taken by the Dragon God, and it was also the road Yu Tianming now pursued. He was a six-directional powerhouse, but even so, he had one relative weakness: spirit.
Yu Tianming had never formally cultivated spirit power. The only related enhancement came from his fourth spirit ring—the Screeching Death God, a beast with minor spiritual properties. Though his spirit attacks and mental fortitude were stronger than most peers, they were far from matching his monstrous physique and elemental control.
Thanks to Ghidorah's martial soul traits, his body had powerful electromagnetic sensitivity, giving him perception far beyond typical spirit-based detection. After reaching level 70 and fully dragonizing, his nervous system spread throughout his entire body—achieving a "spirit-body unity" state and granting incredible resistance to mental attacks. That was why no one had ever managed to exploit his spiritual weakness.
But now, after absorbing the Tianmeng Ice Silkworm's spiritual head bone, his mental power soared exponentially for the first time.
Head bones naturally amplify spiritual power, and spiritual head bones were priceless to any spirit-type soul master. This was why even Bibi Dong couldn't gift the 50,000-year Spirit-Concentrating Wisdom Skull to Hu Liena directly—it would stir too much controversy within the Spirit Hall.
When Tang San got his hands on that skull, it drastically boosted his mental strength—hundreds of times—making his Purple Demon Eye manifest true divine light. This proved just how effective a spiritual head bone could be.
Tianmeng's spiritual skull had a full million years of power. It wasn't even comparable to a mere fifty-thousand-year version. Upon fusing, Yu Tianming's spiritual strength multiplied several times over. By the time it fully settled, his spirit would surpass even Rank 99 spiritual-type Limit Douluo.
Within seconds, Yu Tianming opened his eyes.
"A million-year beast, huh? Tianmeng Ice Silkworm is nothing but a pile of raw energy. Its essence never even reached the divine threshold. Compared to the Deep Sea Demon Whale King? It's a complete joke, no better than that trash Yu Xiaogang." He couldn't help but ridicule the weak origins of the beast as he analyzed the bone's structure.
In theory, any soul beast that trained to the million-year mark should reach divinity, just as humans could become gods at rank 100. But Tianmeng Ice Silkworm had somehow escaped the divine trial without evolving. Though its years stacked up, its strength never underwent true transformation—it was still a mundane creature, utterly eclipsed by the Deep Sea Demon Whale King, a half-step god.
Dugu Yan, who had witnessed the Demon Whale King firsthand on Seagod Island, frowned at Yu Tianming's assessment. "Million-year soul beast or not, that fat worm looked nothing like the Deep Sea Demon Whale. Tianming, are you sure its bone comes with decent skills?"
Yu Tianming shook his head. "It didn't reach godhood, but that massive pool of energy is real. Plus, the two soul skills it granted me are exactly what I needed."
"Oh?"
"The first skill is Mental Telekinesis. It allows my spiritual power to manifest in physical form. Many spiritual-type Title Douluo can do this—but with a soul bone backing it, my version is far more stable and powerful."
For example, Tang San's Purple God Light was a form of manifested mental energy—but limited to two narrow beams shot from his eyes. Yu Tianming, by contrast, could summon a sea of mental energy, condense it into a point, or manipulate it freely—boundless and ever-changing.
"Wait! Tianming—did you just... touch me with your mind!?" Dugu Yan suddenly covered her face in confusion, blinking at him suspiciously.
Yu Tianming smiled, calmly explaining, "This is the versatility of Mental Telekinesis. Not only for combat—it's quite handy in everyday life too."
"Didn't expect such a useless-looking worm to give such a practical ability. If that million-year bone gave you trash skills, we'd have lost big." Dugu Yan patted her chest, visibly relieved.
"Perhaps…" Yu Tianming muttered, recalling the garbage skills Tianmeng gave Huo Yuhao in another timeline—Mental Detection, Sharing, Disruption, Shock—abilities any spiritual powerhouse could replicate, yet they ate up four soul skill slots. Just like Blue Silver Grass's useless first skill—Binding.
"What's your second skill then?" Dugu Yan asked.
Yu Tianming's expression turned serious. "Mental Fortitude. It passively immunizes me from illusions, charm-type abilities, and stabilizes my mental power. It's a passive soul bone skill."
"Eh? With your already insane spiritual resistance, wouldn't this just be redundant?" Dugu Yan tilted her head, confused.
She had known Yu Tianming since she was six. Soon after, the elders arranged their engagement. Despite his secrecy, she had long understood how terrifying his mental defenses were.
Yu Tianming paused, then said slowly, "Spirit Hall's Pope Bibi Dong possesses a skull with a skill called Illusion Immunity, letting her see through all charms and mental tricks. I suspect that skull came from Xiao Wu's mother—a hundred-thousand-year Soft Bone Rabbit."
He tapped his forehead. "But her skill drains a third of her mental power with each use. Mine is passive—zero cost. It's not as useless as it seems."
"…I see." Dugu Yan wanted to say "Isn't that just overkill?" but she knew the bone had already fused—no point complaining now.
In truth, Yu Tianming also thought this was a bit overboard. But to him, it carried deeper significance.
Though he hadn't inherited the Dragon God's divine position, its legacy paved a clear path. By following it, he would inevitably reach the pinnacle of physical and elemental mastery.
Yet, upon fusing with the spiritual skull, he realized where the Dragon God fell short. Due to holding opposing forces, the Dragon God's very essence split—forming two separate personalities: one wise, one insane.
The Creation Divinity, driven by wisdom and reason, became the Silver Dragon King and slumbered in the Star Dou Forest. The Destruction Divinity, ruled by madness, formed the Gold Dragon King—raw power incarnate, locked in the Divine Realm.
If Yu Tianming advanced too far without balance, his own spirit might fracture—just like the Dragon God.
But now, with the cold, stabilizing spiritual bone infused with Tianmeng's icy nature, his mind was grounded. Like the Ice Heart Art from Feng Yun, it ensured he wouldn't fall into madness. It was like the center of a Taiji diagram—balancing black and white, ensuring harmony between his physical and elemental extremes.
Yu Tianming smiled faintly and said, "This skill has hidden uses, but I'll explain once you reach godhood. For now, the spirit bone I've been waiting for is nearly here. Watch over Rongrong—I'll be back shortly."
With that, he vanished from Water World.
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At the edge of the Lake of Life, within the Star Dou Forest's core, towering trees bathed in divine nourishment rose hundreds of meters tall. Their dense canopy swallowed every trace of sunlight.
Beneath them, a towering man stood with a dark expression. Black hair writhed like snakes behind him, and his golden eyes blazed with fury.
Tianmeng Ice Silkworm was supposed to escape after Tang San's ascension, sneaking out when the other beasts were distracted. But Yu Tianming had triggered a spatial rupture and forcefully took it from under their noses—shattering the seal they'd placed.
Losing such a "super tonic" enraged the beast kings. Chief among them, the Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King Di Tian, was the first to pursue. But after days of searching—nothing.
Just then, a space ripple appeared. Yu Tianming emerged behind Di Tian.
The dragon king's golden eyes flashed. "A human… spatial transmission? Hmph, you're the one who stole Tianmeng Ice Silkworm! You dare!"
Yu Tianming faced the strongest of the Ten Great Savage Beasts—830,000-year-old Di Tian—with no fear whatsoever. He even smiled provocatively. "Heaven's treasures belong to those worthy. I took Tianmeng. What can you do about it?"
Di Tian's rage exploded. He seized Yu Tianming's shoulder, roaring, "Hand him over now, and I'll leave you a corpse. Refuse, and I'll show you hell!"
Dark energy surged as black flame-like tendrils rose around him. Trees nearby withered instantly. But Yu Tianming's shoulder didn't even wrinkle.
Sensing the uproar, the other fierce beasts closed in, their auras flaring.
Yu Tianming remained calm, arms crossed. "A swan with life force, wood attribute, metallic threads, fire, and a dragonkin… Bi Ji, Myriad Demon King, Bear Monarch, Red King, Zi Ji, right?"
He smirked. "Six of the Ten Savage Beasts, huh? Funny—I didn't see you when I killed Azure Bull Python and Titan Giant Ape. Were you too busy trying to devour Tianmeng's energy? Or did you just not care about your hundred-thousand-year companions?"
Faced with Yu Tianming's familiarity and composed bearing, even the battle-hardened Di Tian instinctively restrained his killing intent.
He locked down the surrounding space with dark power and asked cautiously, "Who are you, human?"
"Trying to stall?" Yu Tianming scoffed, glancing at the fast-approaching auras. A smile crept onto his face. "Perfect. The last two spirit bones I need… are flying right to me."
(End of Chapter)
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