Bai Ge Reveals a Bombshell, Mutation!

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

"Don't worry. It's just 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 dent smashed into its carapace?

Looking across the world, there was only one Martial Soul capable of injuring a Man Faced Demon Spider with the cultivation of a level-thirty Soul Elder. Don't forget Tang San's surname."

Ning Rongrong abruptly covered her mouth, her eyes wide. Only after a long while did she lower her hand. "The world's finest weapon spirit—the Clear Sky Hammer? But... but—"

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

"That isn't the most important thing. What matters is that Xiao San's mother was a Hundred Thousand Year Blue Silver Emperor."

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

Everyone present was dumbfounded!

Bai Ge's earth-shattering revelation left everyone standing there like wooden chickens!

Only Xiao Wu's eyes revealed an indescribable glimmer.

"Back then, when the Clear Sky Douluo and Xiao San's mother were traveling across the continent, my father once encountered them.

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 years old, one late night, my home was suddenly attacked by mysterious men in black.

My parents risked their lives 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, I encountered the Heaven Dou Crown Prince, Xue Qinghe. With his help, I barely managed to save 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 also reddened.

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

Bai Ge smiled. "So, Xiao San possesses 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 couldn't possibly harm the child of a Hundred Thousand Year Blue Silver Emperor. The process would just be somewhat 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 rest of the details 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 an online novelist. This was precisely what he was best at.

When the Clear Sky Douluo had traveled the continent years ago, it was far too easy for the system to add a sword-wielding Spirit Master surnamed Bai, whom he had defeated, among the people he remembered fighting.

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

The violent energy within the Man Faced Demon Spider's Spirit Ring seemed as though it would tear Tang San's body apart every time it surged.

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

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

As one side weakened and the other strengthened, that violent energy continued to diminish.

Tang San's bones began to emit a dense series of crackling sounds.

Though the sound was not loud, it gave everyone a heart-stopping feeling, as though Tang San's entire body could shatter at any moment.

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

As the Spirit Ring was absorbed, the energy contained within the Man Faced Demon Spider was transforming Tang San's body, reforging his sinews and cleansing his marrow in an incomparably forceful and domineering manner. The pain involved in the process was beyond imagination.

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

It began the process of mutual absorption and conversion.

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

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

Zhao Wuji said in delight, "He succeeded, just as expected. The most dangerous moment has passed. Now comes the process of Soul Power conversion."

As the blue glow spread, clumps of Blue Silver Grass began to emerge around Tang San's body and slowly grow.

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

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

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

It glistened as though a layer of glaze had been applied to every blade.

Zhao Wuji told everyone to move farther away. He knew that Tang San could not yet fully control the power he had just gained, which was why his Soul Power was leaking outward.

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

"Ah—" Just as everyone thought the situation had been settled, Tang San's relaxed brows suddenly knit tightly together, and he let out a miserable scream.

His cross-legged body convulsed violently. His chest abruptly thrust upward, his entire upper body arching back in a terrifying posture.

"Brother—" Xiao Wu cried out, tears

bursting from her eyes. Her clenched fists were so tight that her nails had pierced her palms, yet she did not notice.

Zhao Wuji was also greatly alarmed. Had something gone wrong again?

Just as everyone stared in shock, a sound like tearing silk suddenly rang out. The clothes on Tang San's back instantly ripped apart, and Dai Mubai, standing behind him, clearly saw four fist-sized bulges rise on each side of Tang San's spine.

What was this? At Dai Mubai's call, everyone noticed the changes on Tang San's back. Tang San seemed to be enduring immense pain. Fine beads of blood once again emerged from beneath his skin, and his entire body convulsed violently.

Immediately afterward, the eight bulges suddenly ruptured. Strangely, the skin on Tang San's back did not split open. Eight deep-purple objects as thick as fists drilled out from the bulges and grew wildly at an astonishing speed.

When the eight bulges ruptured and the 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 shocked gazes, the deep-purple objects had grown over a meter long in the blink of an eye and continued extending at an astonishing speed. When they exceeded a meter and a half, they paused briefly. At their ends grew joint-like sections, and when the deep purple extended again, it stretched in another direction from those joints.

"Th-This is..."

The eight purple-black objects continued growing until they exceeded three meters before finally stopping. They gleamed purple all over, their surfaces exceptionally smooth. They were thickest near Tang San's back and gradually narrowed as they extended outward, becoming as sharp as cones at their tips.