On the isolated Sea God Island, Chen Yuan's cultivation had entered a stable routine.
Cultivating under the Light of the Sea God was monotonous and tedious, with the only joy being the significant increase in soul power after each session.
Meanwhile, in the waterfall valley on the Douluo Continent!
In a corner of the waterfall valley, there was a small mountain of bones. Judging by their shapes, they belonged to animals—or rather, soul beasts.
The sheer number of bones scattered haphazardly on the ground would surely shock anyone who saw them.
In front of this pile of bones sat a person deep in meditation. This person was Tang San. Tang San exuded a dense aura of killing intent. Around him, blood-stained Blue Silver Grass coiled around a thousand-year Shadow Leopard.
Despite the Shadow Leopard's desperate struggles and pitiful whimpers, the Blue Silver Grass only tightened its grip. The thorns on the grass dug deep into the leopard's skin, continuously draining its essence, blood, and flesh.
As the essence, blood, and flesh were gradually absorbed, the Shadow Leopard lost its life. Eventually, under the relentless absorption, the leopard's withered hide and skeletal remains fell limply from the grasp of the Blue Silver Grass.
The blood-red hue on the Blue Silver Grass reached its peak before quickly receding back into Tang San's body. Tang San's aura surged. While the Blue Silver Grass had initially absorbed the essence, blood, and flesh, Tang San deliberately guided it into his own body.
Through repeated refinement with the Mysterious Heaven Skill, the essence transformed into soul power, merging with his own. The flesh and blood dispersed into his limbs and bones, strengthening his muscles and nourishing his body. This greatly supported his cultivation of the Chaotic Splitting Wind Hammer Technique.
Several hours later, Tang San opened his eyes. His eyes were shrouded in killing intent, with a lingering trace of crimson. With the help of the Mysterious Heaven Skill, he eventually regained clarity.
"Level 50 soul power! Haha... I've reached level 50 soul power!"
Tang San laughed heartily, unable to contain his excitement. "Since the end of the Continental Advanced Soul Master Elite Tournament, it's been two and a half years. In that time, I've gone from level 38 to level 50 soul power. Thankfully, I changed my cultivation method, or else my progress would have been much slower."
Initially, Tang San had some reservations about absorbing the essence, blood, and flesh of soul beasts for cultivation. Having lived two lives, he knew this method was somewhat improper.
However, after his first experience absorbing a soul beast's essence, blood, and flesh, the euphoric sensation was unforgettable. From then on, he began absorbing them regularly.
Tang San justified his actions, "I only absorb soul beasts, and even then, only the evil ones. As long as I don't consume humans, I'm still a good person!"
With that, Tang San stood up and activated the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track. He quickly arrived at the waterfall and casually flung out his Blue Silver Grass. The thorny vines easily hooked onto the cliff face, allowing Tang San to swiftly climb a hundred meters to a cave hidden behind the waterfall.
The cave was dimly lit. Tang San walked quickly to the depths, where a disheveled, ragged man lay snoring on a pile of straw. Beside the straw bed were several empty wine jars, scattered haphazardly, emitting the pungent smell of cheap wheat ale.
Tang San approached and shook the man, "Dad, wake up! I've broken through to level 50 soul power. I've done what you asked."
After a while, Tang Hao, who seemed as if he had drunk fake wine, groggily woke up. Hearing that Tang San had reached level 50 soul power, he instantly became alert, his eyes gleaming.
He quickly got up from the straw bed, his breath reeking of alcohol, and grumbled, "I worked so hard to capture soul beasts for you, and it still took you this long to reach level 50 soul power. Xiao San, I'm very disappointed. Since you've reached level 50, I'll take you to get your spirit ring and awaken your martial soul—its true form."
With that, Tang Hao grabbed Tang San and flew out of the cave. Tang San was full of questions. What did he need to awaken? Meanwhile, Tang Hao's mind was filled with thoughts of A Yin. Perhaps awakening Tang San's martial soul would help him find his A Yin.
A day later, outside an ancient forest!
Tang Hao dropped Tang San and said, "Go in now. All the answers lie within this Blue Silver Forest."
Tang San was puzzled. Was he supposed to hunt a soul beast on his own? But since it was Tang Hao's arrangement, he strode into the forest.
Inside the forest, there were few other soul beasts. Most of the inhabitants were sentient Blue Silver Grass. Tang San felt a sense of familiarity with the place, but the Blue Silver Grass, sensing his killing intent, reacted with resistance.
When Tang San reached the depths of the forest, he saw a large azure tree. Upon closer inspection, the tree was actually a giant Blue Silver Grass, seemingly integrated with the surrounding Blue Silver Forest. Its aura was ancient and vast, carrying the weight of countless years.
"Your Majesty, is that really you?"
A hesitant voice rang out. Then, a face appeared on the tree—an elderly human face with a deeply contemplative expression as it looked at Tang San.
Tang San was startled and immediately became wary. He summoned his Blue Silver Grass, and four spirit rings rose beneath his feet—two yellow and two purple. He asked cautiously, "Who are you?"
The Blue Silver King examined Tang San, his eyes filled with uncertainty. This young man indeed carried the bloodline of the Blue Silver Emperor, but alongside it were the essences of hundreds of other soul beasts. These essences had mixed together, polluting the Blue Silver Emperor's bloodline.
If the Blue Silver Emperor's bloodline had not yet awakened, he could have helped awaken it, allowing Tang San to inherit the position of the Blue Silver Emperor. But now, as a Blue Silver King, he had no way to purify the foreign essences and restore the purity of the Blue Silver Emperor's bloodline.
The Blue Silver King's aged voice spoke again, "I am an 85,000-year-old Blue Silver Grass. In a sense, you can call me the Blue Silver King. Child, though you are human, you carry the bloodline of the Blue Silver Emperor."
"As the most loyal servant of the Blue Silver Emperor, I should address you as Young Master. What brings you here today, Young Master?"
Tang San gasped. In human society, Titan addressed him as Young Master. Now, in the world of soul beasts, an 85,000-year-old Blue Silver King also called him Young Master.
His parents, though from different races, both held astonishingly significant identities.
Tang San then explained his purpose, "I've reached level 50 soul power and need a ten-thousand-year spirit ring. Also, my father sent me here to awaken my martial soul..."
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