Bai Ge Reveals a Shocking Secret, Mutation!

Everyone at Shrek was worried sick. Bai Ge sighed helplessly and had no choice but to reveal some secrets to put them at ease.

"Don't worry. It's only a thousand-year Man Faced Demon Spider."

Xiao Wu immediately grew anxious. "Xiao Bai, what exactly do you mean? Explain it clearly."

Bai Ge pointed at the Man Faced Demon Spider. "Do you see the crater smashed into its carapace?

Looking across the world, the only martial soul capable of injuring a Man Faced Demon Spider with the cultivation of a rank-thirty Soul Elder is that one. Don't forget Tang San's surname."

Ning Rongrong abruptly covered her mouth, her eyes widening. Only after a long while did she lower her hand. "The World's Finest tool martial soul—the Clear Sky Hammer? But... but—"

Zhao Wuji suddenly cried out, "The Clear Sky Douluo, who vanished without a trace twelve years ago?!"

"That isn't the most important part. What matters is Tang San's mother—the hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Emperor."

"Y-you, what did you say?!"

Everyone present was dumbfounded!

Bai Ge's earth-shattering revelation left them all rooted to the spot!

Only Xiao Wu's eyes shone with an indescribable light.

"Back then, when the Clear Sky Douluo traveled the continent with Tang San's mother, my father encountered them once.

Later, not long after I was born, my father heard that something had happened to the Clear Sky Douluo. From then on, he vanished without a trace.

Then, when I was six, one night, my family was suddenly attacked by black-clad assassins of unknown origin.

My parents fought desperately to protect me as we fled to Heaven Dou City, but they died from exhaustion."

Bai Ge sighed, his voice filled with endless sorrow. "On the streets of Heaven Dou City, I met the Heaven Dou Crown Prince, Xue Qinghe. With his help, I barely managed to keep my life."

"Brother Xiao Bai..." Ning Rongrong was already on the verge of tears after hearing this.

Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing's eyes had reddened as well.

Bai Ge patted Ning Rongrong's hand. "After that came the first time Rongrong and I met."

Bai Ge smiled. "So, Tang San carries the bloodline of the hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Emperor. It simply hasn't awakened yet.

But a mere thousand-year Man Faced Demon Spider could never harm the child of a hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Emperor. The process would only be a little painful."

After hearing Bai Ge's words, everyone finally relaxed.

As for Bai Ge's identity, the system had initially only given him the template of an orphan. The details that followed had been filled in by Bai Ge himself.

The advantage of this was that it made it easier for Bai Ge to improvise.

In his previous life, Bai Ge had been a webnovel author. This was precisely what he was best at.

When the Clear Sky Douluo had traveled the continent back then, it was easy for the system to add a Soul Master surnamed Bai, who used a sword and had been defeated by him, into the memories of people he had fought.

The so-called Mandela Effect—such ambiguous memories were the hardest to distinguish.

The violent energy within the Man Faced Demon Spider's Soul Ring seemed, time and again, as though it were about to burst Tang San's body apart.

Yet Tang San's body always relied on its stubborn resilience at the final moment to force that violent energy back.

And with each resistance, the energy contained within the Man Faced Demon Spider's Soul Ring was gradually absorbed by Tang San's body, bit by bit.

As one side weakened and the other grew stronger, the violent energy continued to diminish.

Dense crackling sounds began to come from Tang San's bones.

Though the sound was not loud, it made everyone's hearts pound, as if Tang San's entire body could split apart at any moment.

A faint layer of gray gradually appeared among the beads of blood seeping from the surface of his skin.

As he absorbed the Soul Ring, the energy contained within the Man Faced Demon Spider was forcefully and tyrannically remolding Tang San's body, cleansing his tendons and marrow. The pain involved was beyond imagination.

Finally, before Tang San's unyielding willpower, all the energy within his body began to yield.

It began the process of absorbing and transforming one another.

The fine beads of blood no longer seeped out, and Tang San's tightly furrowed brows relaxed somewhat.

A faint blue glow began to silently seep out from his body.

Zhao Wuji said joyfully, "He made it. The most dangerous moment has passed. Now comes the process of Soul Power transformation."

As the blue radiance spread, stalks of Blue Silver Grass began to appear around Tang San's body, slowly growing.

The Blue Silver Grass had not changed much. Compared to when it had possessed two Soul Rings, it had actually become somewhat thinner.

Its original blue-black color had also turned blue-purple, a blended color that no longer appeared in the form of patterns.

At this moment, the Blue Silver Grass was roughly as thick as two fingers. Its greatest difference from before was the sheen attached to it.

It gleamed as if its blades had been coated with a layer of glaze.

Zhao Wuji had everyone retreat a little. He knew that Tang San could not fully control the power he had just gained, which was why his Soul Power was overflowing.

Given Tang San's previous physical condition, it would have been strange if he could control the enhanced energy.

"Aah—" Just as everyone believed the outcome had been decided, Tang San's relaxed brows suddenly furrowed sharply, and he let out a scream.

His cross-legged body convulsed violently. His chest abruptly thrust upward, and his entire upper body arched into a bow, a terrifying sight to behold.

"Brother—" Xiao Wu cried out, tears spilling from her eyes. Her tightly clenched fists had driven her nails into her palms, yet she did not notice.

Zhao Wuji was equally shocked. Had something gone wrong again?

As everyone stared in alarm, a sound like tearing silk suddenly rang out. Tang San's clothes ripped apart across his back in an instant. Dai Mubai, standing behind him, clearly saw four fist-sized bulges rise from each side of Tang San's spine.

What was that? At Dai Mubai's call, everyone noticed the change in Tang San's back. Tang San seemed to be enduring immense pain. Fine beads of blood began to emerge beneath his skin again, and his entire body convulsed violently.

Then, the eight bulges suddenly burst apart. Strangely, the skin on Tang San's back did not curl back. Eight deep-purple objects, each as thick as a fist, drilled out from the bulges and began growing wildly at an astonishing speed.

When the eight bulges ruptured and those deep-purple objects emerged, Tang San seemed to relax. The expression on his face eased considerably, though his body continued to convulse.

Under everyone's astonished gaze, the deep-purple objects grew to over a meter long in the blink of an eye, and continued extending at an astonishing speed. When they exceeded one and a half meters, they paused slightly. Joint-like segments grew at their ends, and as the deep purple extended again, it grew from those joints in another direction.

"Th-this is..."

The eight purple-black objects did not stop growing until they were over three meters long. They gleamed purple from end to end, their surfaces exceptionally smooth. They were thickest near Tang San's back and gradually tapered as they extended outward, until their tips became as sharp as awls.