Tang Ya was crying, grieving because the struggles of every past Tang Sect master had truly been futile.
Tang Ya was laughing, laughing at how the past masters of the Tang Sect had failed to lead it to glory—not because their talents had fallen short, but because they had been deceived.
"We should have known. We should have known long ago."
Tang Ya murmured as she collapsed to the ground in a daze. A streak of bloody tears flowed from her eyes.
How could she not sense the faint unwillingness, confusion, and self-doubt that her martial soul conveyed whenever she cultivated?
Those were the obsessions rooted in the souls of countless generations of Tang Sect disciples, passed down for over ten thousand years before finally reaching Tang Ya's martial soul.
Tang Ya had always been reconciling with herself, reconciling with her martial soul. She believed that the disciples of previous generations had merely lacked a little luck and put in a little less effort. Now that someone like her had appeared—a Soul Master who had reached the Soul Ancestor realm in her twenties—everything would be different.
It was only when the higher existence of the Blue Silver Grass martial soul appeared clearly before Tang Ya that she finally emerged from the self-deception that had lasted over ten thousand years.
They had always been outstanding. They had done nothing wrong. Their only mistake was that they lacked the noble bloodline hidden within Blue Silver Grass.
Just like Bei Bei. His Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon could evolve into the Light Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, even into the Golden Sacred Dragon, because he already possessed the bloodline of the Golden Sacred Dragon.
Without it, unless one encountered some extraordinary opportunity, one would remain nothing more than a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon for life.