In the soul master world, the basic operation method for soul masters to activate their soul skills is through the progression and correlation of soul master, martial soul, soul ring, and soul skill.
However, Wang Zhong's soul skill activation, under his current contemplation, revealed something entirely different from theirs.
"Second Soul Skill, Thousand Transformations Martial Form, Spear!"
Thick tree roots broke through the earth, intertwining and squeezing in the air, condensing until excess parts scattered and vanished, forming a Tyrant Spear that stood upright on the ground.
Gazing intently at the appearance of the Tyrant Spear, Wang Zhong tightly pursed his lips. He extended his right hand, soul power surging, and he softly exclaimed, "Second Soul Skill, Thousand Transformations Martial Form, Spear!"
The same soul skill, but the method of its manifestation was fundamentally different.
An identical Tyrant Spear, starting from its shaft, expanded towards the head and tail, slowly taking shape.
Gripping the Tyrant Spear in his hand, Wang Zhong compared it with the Tyrant Spear that had emerged from the ground. He took a heavy breath.
Although both spears were manifestations of the Second Soul Skill, the Tyrant Spear that erupted from the ground was formed entirely of wood. The one Wang Zhong held in his hand was entirely condensed from soul power!
There was a fundamental, qualitative difference between the two!
His eyes narrowed, Wang Zhong gripped the spear with both hands, his muscles bulging. Using all his strength, he swung the spear towards the Tyrant Spear standing on the ground. As they clashed, the spear in his hand instantly broke into two pieces, while the Tyrant Spear on the ground, aside from its shaft swaying slightly, remained completely unchanged.
"The same soul power, condensed soul skills, the Tyrant Spear that broke through the earth from the ground is harder!"
This outcome left Wang Zhong almost dumbfounded.
The same person, the same soul skill, the same soul power, and yet the mere manner of appearance resulted in a substantive change in strength and power. Who would believe it?
Reaching out, he nudged the Tyrant Spear on the ground. Wang Zhong glanced at the soil beneath it, which was filled with gnarled tree roots. These tree roots were not ethereal illusions formed by soul power, but entirely solid!
"Hiss!"
At this discovery, Wang Zhong gasped sharply.
A Tyrant Spear nurtured and born from the trees of nature!
Breaking the Tyrant Spear in his hand with a rough grip, Wang Zhong stared intently at the two broken pieces. After just a few breaths, the broken pieces gradually dissipated, fading into speckles of light.
"No, this isn't dissipation, it's like the decay of wood, returning to the most primordial energy of heaven and earth."
Looking at the specks of light dispersing from his palm, Wang Zhong's voice trembled slightly.
In just a few breaths, a Tyrant Spear entirely condensed from trees had decayed and returned to nature as energy. This was something that normally took years, or even decades, in nature, but in Wang Zhong's palm, it was completed in an instant.
It was as if some force was controlling these trees, making them grow with abnormal vitality, transforming into what Wang Zhong needed, and then, when Wang Zhong no longer needed them, they would decay and vanish from the world in the blink of an eye.
The life of a tree, from its birth to its growth, from its death to its decay, in Wang Zhong's hands required only a thought from him, and countless trees would willingly sacrifice their lives one after another!
Thinking of this, Wang Zhong's body inexplicably began to tremble. He felt a sadness born from the very depths of his heart at this conjecture.
"Is it worth it?"
The moment this question left his lips, Wang Zhong's tree martial soul suddenly manifested in the void. The lush, dense leaves rustled on the branches, emitting sounds as if they were speaking.
It wasn't just the tree martial soul; all the plants in the entire Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well simultaneously bloomed with their own radiance!
The Rare Luminous Brilliant Sun Chrysanthemum's light flowed continuously, its huge, beautiful petals unfurling fully.
The Qi Luo Jade Tulip's fiery red blossoms exuded a rich fragrance, asserting its existence.
The Eight-Petaled Immortal Orchid's delicate flowers and verdant leaves swayed gently, like fairies performing their most graceful dance.
Even the divine-grade treasure among the immortal herbs, the Lovesick Heartbroken Red, shed a single red petal at this moment.
Each medicinal herb displayed its existence, each immortal-grade medicinal herb strove to showcase its most beautiful part. But no matter how they displayed themselves, their flowers or their tips simultaneously bowed slightly in one direction.
Their posture was like that of ministers paying homage to a king!
And in that direction, there was only one figure: Wang Zhong! Or rather, the colossal, towering tree martial soul standing behind Wang Zhong.
Wang Zhong gently closed his eyes, feeling the aura of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well at this moment. Each rare treasure, each immortal-grade herb, and even every plant living there, was conveying the same message.
Glory!
Willingly!
Taking a deep breath, Wang Zhong opened his eyes and turned to look at the colossal tree martial soul standing in the void behind him, seemingly detached from the world and standing in solitude. His eyes were filled with trembling and mist.
"What exactly are you?"
"And what am I?"
"Martial souls originate from bloodlines, and bloodlines come from parents. What powerful beings were my so-called father and mother to have inherited you and the little fox to me!"
"I don't understand, I don't understand why such powerful beings would abandon me, leaving me alone in the forest, to wander with confusion and helplessness, like a rootless duckweed, floating on the great sea called the world."
Taking a heavy breath, Wang Zhong wiped away the tears welling up at the corner of his eyes. "Since you don't like me, then I have no need to like you!"
"I am Wang Zhong, a child raised in an orphanage, a companion who grew up with Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan. I am a friend of Qian Renxue and Dugu Yan. I am a disciple of Bibi Dong, the Pope of the Spirit Hall."
"I will have many identities in the future, but there is only one I will never have: the child born of my parents!"
Beneath the deep cliff, the youth, with reddened eyes and a hoarse voice, spoke of the pain hidden in his heart to the martial soul originating from his bloodline.
It was like a vow, uttering words of cold-bloodedness that surged from the depths of his heart.
Even the emotionless trees and plants were willing to give everything for Wang Zhong's words, yet his so-called unknown parents were unwilling to bestow even the simplest love and care upon Wang Zhong.
The cruel contrast between the two inflicted the most brutal harm on Wang Zhong's extremely sensitive and emotionally devoted heart during his youth.
If you don't like me, then I won't like you either!
The harsh words of youth, filled with innocence, were more possessive than any hysterical outburst or mad desire for the whole world to know.
If no one were to melt this possessiveness with warmth, it would accompany Wang Zhong his entire life. Even if he were to face his biological parents in the future, he would be able to strike them down without hesitation!
Because in Wang Zhong's heart, the most important concept of parental affection was absent!
His emotional life was incomplete!
A child killing his parents, this is the saddest and most cruel thing in the world!