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Regardless of how different the current situation is from the one in Tang San's memory.
He always has to survive.
After three lives as a human, couldn't he achieve the same success as in his last life?
What we are experiencing now is just a little bit of hardship.
"The Continental High-Level Soul Master Competition will be held soon."
Tang San touched his chin, his eyes flickering slightly.
"No matter what, I must get the Spirit Condensation Skull as a reward. It is one of the divine equipment for my future godhood."
As the future God King, he will never allow others to take away what belongs to him!
But thinking of this, Tang San's face fell again.
"However, without the immortal grass and external soul bones, and without the help of Dugu Bo's inner elixir, it will be a problem to break through level 40 before the competition."
All we can say is that Tang San has been busy fighting for power and eliminating dissidents in the God Realm for tens of thousands of years.
It's the "Xuantian Gong", a powerful martial art from the low-level martial arts world.
I practiced before traveling through time, I practiced after traveling through time, and I still practiced after becoming a god.
Nothing new has been developed in the divine realm for tens of thousands of years.
Now that he has become a god and died, he is still practicing it again in this time and space.
If he had developed a more powerful training method, he wouldn't be in such an awkward situation now.
After all, what he carried across time and space was just a little bit of spiritual consciousness.
Although his mental strength was increased to a level no less than that of a Titled Douluo, it did not help his soul power at all.
"That Young Master of the Butian Pavilion, Ye Ling, is definitely not someone to be trifled with!"
Tang San's eyes turned rapidly.
Through his memory, he naturally saw that even with all the unique skills of the Tang Sect, he was beaten up like a helpless child in front of Ye Ling.
"Why don't I just get the soul bone of the 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor first? Then I'll go to the Blue Silver Forest and ask the Blue Silver King to upgrade my Blue Silver Grass into Blue Silver Emperor."
"With my combat experience and mental strength, coupled with the Blue Silver Emperor Martial Spirit, no one in this tournament will be my opponent."
Tang San knows exactly what opportunities he will have in the future.
Although he lost his father, his mother was also taken away by someone.
But as long as he is familiar with history, then none of this will be a problem.
There is still a month or so before the opening of the Continental High-Level Soul Master Competition.
Since Tang San had made the decision, he immediately left a letter.
He even slipped out of Tiandou City at night and headed towards Notting City.
As for why he didn't ask Flender, who was at the Soul Saint level and had a flying martial spirit, the Four-Eyed Cat-Owl, to help?
Judging others by his standards, Tang San was still a little worried.
After all, it is a hundred thousand year soul bone. What if Flanders becomes greedy?
And Flanders himself is a money-grubber!
Even if there is a one in ten thousand percent risk, Tang San will never take the risk!
After all, he no longer has Tang Hao protecting him in secret.
"Xiao San is missing!"
The next morning, Xiao Wu, who came to visit Tang San, found the empty room and the letter left by Tang San and felt like the sky had fallen.
"Master, Master!"
Xiao Wu hurriedly found Yu Xiaogang, and took out the letter left by Tang San while Yu Xiaogang looked puzzled.
"Xiao San is missing, and his body hasn't recovered yet!"
"This...what should I do?"
Yu Xiaogang looked at the crying Xiao Wu and was completely confused about the situation.
What does it mean that the Xiao San is missing?
Yu Xiaogang took the letter Xiao Wu handed to him in a daze.
After taking a quick look, his expression changed drastically.
"Xiao San this kid!"
Yu Xiaogang's face flushed, and the letter in his hand was crumpled up.
In fact, Tang San didn't write anything in the letter, he just said that he had something to go out for.
But it was this sudden departure without saying goodbye that made Yu Xiaogang instantly furious.
In Yu Xiaogang's eyes, Tang San is his most perfect work to become a famous soul master in the future.
Especially after Tang Hao's death, he would not allow Tang San to be out of his control.
"Master, what should I do?"
Xiao Wu looked at Yu Xiaogang anxiously.
"What else can I do?"
Yu Xiaogang glared at Xiao Wu unhappily.
"Xiao San didn't tell me where he was going in the letter!"
After calming down, Yu Xiaogang finally regained his sanity.
"All we can do now is wait for him to come back."
"What else can we do?"
The worry on Xiao Wu's face intensified, but she knew in her heart that what Yu Xiaogang said was right.
Tang San is such a big living person, even if they want to find him, they don't know where to look!
"Xiao Wu, go practice first."
Yu Xiaogang pondered for a moment and sighed.
"Don't worry, Xiao San has been a very sensible child since he was young. I think he might really have something to do."
"Now we can only hope that he can return before the Continental High-Level Spirit Master Competition, otherwise all our preparations over the years will be in vain!"
In fact, it was mainly because Yu Xiaogang's own plan failed.
If Tang San hadn't slaughtered everyone in the Continental High-Level Spirit Master Competition, how could he have proven Yu Xiaogang's wisdom and bravery?
Not to mention Xiao Wu's worry and Yu Xiaogang's impotent rage.
The distance from Tiandou City to Notting City is by no means short, but Tang San is now a three-ringed Soul Master after all.
After traveling day and night, he arrived at Notting City, the starting point of his journey to godhood, in less than a week.
"Notting City, Holy Soul Village, I miss them so much."
Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar environment in front of him, a look of reminiscence flashed across Tang San's face.
His rule over the entire Douluo and God Realm planes all started from this inconspicuous little place.
But at this moment, he obviously didn't have much time to lament the past.
Following the direction he remembered, he did not stop in the Holy Soul Village, nor did he go to see his grandfather Jack.
After crossing several mountain ranges, he finally arrived at the place he wanted to find.
"..."
Looking at everything in front of him, Tang San remained silent.
Where's my waterfall?
Where is my cave?
Where's my fucking soul bone?
I saw that the waterfall that was supposed to flow here had disappeared.
A huge gap appeared on both sides of the entire cliff, and the original location of the cave was completely destroyed.
"Who on earth is it!"
Tang San roared towards the sky with a ferocious look on his face.
"You've already got a way to death by stealing my mother's soul bone!"
In this case, it's obvious that someone stole the fucking soul bones and destroyed the entire area.
Otherwise there is no way to explain it.
Of course, Tang San misunderstood this time.
The person who destroyed this area was Tang Hao.
When Tang Hao discovered that Ah Yin and her soul bone had been stolen, he vented his anger in this place in a rage.
At that time, he had long forgotten that this was the place where he and Ah Yin first met.
"No rush. Although my soul bone is gone, I can seek help from the Blue Silver King."
After standing there helplessly and furiously for a moment, Tang San slowly calmed down.
"With the help of the Blue Silver King, I may be able to awaken the Blue Silver Emperor Martial Spirit!"