The Soft Bone Demon Rabbit roared, transforming into a huge, translucent orb of light that killed everything within a thousand-meter radius!
"Damn it, another sneak attack!"
Han Chen's face changed. He had already reacted, but he still couldn't dodge in time.
Tang Chen, the Clear Sky Douluo who had once stood at the pinnacle of the world, was now frozen in midair, holding his Clear Sky Hammer aloft. His entire body was locked in place, and he couldn't even move a finger.
"Hahaha! Tang Chen, no matter how powerful you are, you can only wait for death in the face of this move!"
Moonblade's face was deathly pale. She had barely managed to support the fused soul skill, and her delicate arms were covered in white frost.
But Tang Chen was simply—
Unable to move.
"Die!"
At the same time,
A figure lurking in the shadows of the Wuhun Hall's Soul Douluo ranks had already trapped Tang Hao. A streak of light flashed through the air, and the figure pounced like a ghost on Tang San and Xiao Wu, who had fallen to the ground.
"Don't even think about touching my son!"
Flender let out a furious roar. His eagle eyes fixed on the Soul Douluo, and his huge wings beat hard, blocking the assailant's path.
"Hah!"
Although he was no match for his opponent, at this moment, with the sprouts of the Blue Silver Grass that had been carefully nurtured for years at stake, he couldn't afford to say another word.
"Old Zhao! Hurry and help them escape!"
Flender shouted at Zhao Wuji behind him.
Zhao Wuji was a loyal man, too. He knew this was no time to hesitate, and his Mighty Vajra Bear spirit erupted.
He chased after Tang San and Xiao Wu, determined to protect them.
"..."
"Bang!"
"Impossible... With a Soul Ring of this level, you think you can trap me?"
Tang Hao, immobilized in midair, suddenly opened his dark eyes. The hatred in them seemed almost tangible.
A savage, almost self-destructive aura erupted from his body.
"Great Sumeru Hammer, Explode!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
With only two or three blasts, the first three spirit rings beneath Tang Hao shattered in an instant, turning into a surge of energy that poured into the Clear Sky Hammer.
This self-destructive fighting style made Tang Hao cough up a large mouthful of blood, staining the front of his chest red. But it also allowed him to break free of the domain's restraints.
"Get out of my way!"
In the eyes of the two great Title Douluos from the Wuhun Hall, filled with greed and desire,
That pitch-black giant hammer came crashing down, tearing through the void. It smashed brutally into the chests of Moonblade and Ghost Charm!
"Agh!"
Moonblade and Ghost Charm were struck as if by a giant hammer. Their fused spirit skill was forcibly broken, and blood sprayed through the air in a bright arc.
Neither of them had expected that Tang Hao, already so badly injured, would dare to unleash such a reckless attack.
He was simply looking for death!
"Retreat! Hurry!"
Ghost Charm shouted in panic. He could no longer afford to capture Tang San. Turning into a shadow, he dragged the badly injured Moonblade away, vanishing into the distant sky.
If they didn't run, they'd be beaten to death.
Tang Hao fell from the sky and crashed to his knees. He kept coughing up blood; each mouthful contained shattered fragments of his internal organs.
"Xiao San... cough, cough..."
Just then, Zhao Wuji hurried back with Tang San in his arms.
"Dad!"
Tang San rushed forward and caught Tang Hao. His eyes were filled with worry and concern.
"Where's Xiao Wu?" Dai Mubai and the others asked.
Zhao Wuji shook his head, his face full of shame. "She... she was taken into the Spirit Hall's carriage. I couldn't catch up."
Everyone fell silent.
Tang San looked up, his gaze growing colder and colder.
"The Spirit Hall's Title Douluo abducted Xiao Wu. She's a hundred-thousand-year-old spirit beast. This must be true, Dad, right?"
Tang San asked.
Tang Hao remained silent, his head drooping slightly.
At that moment, Tang San's heart was filled with murderous intent. In those dark, blood-red eyes, it almost seemed to coalesce into something real.
"Spirit Hall... I see that you're tired of living!"
"..."
At the same time, in a secret mountain cave deep within the forest of the Star Dou Empire,
A ray of sunlight shone through a narrow opening. Only a single blue-silver sprout swayed gently in the breeze.
"Ah..."
It radiated the faint aura of life and vitality. It was the Blue Silver Emperor, Ah Yin.
At that moment, Ah Yin's spiritual fluctuations were enveloped in a strange, uncertain state.
Just then—
A diary, transformed into a mysterious and profound spiritual projection, appeared above her sprout.
As a hundred-thousand-year-old spirit, Ah Yin could understand the meaning within it, even though she was weak.
"Could this be... a diary?"
"How did it end up inside my body?"
Out of curiosity, Ah Yin began reading the contents of the diary.
When she learned about Tang San's future, and that she would be able to come back to life, even her frail leaves trembled with excitement.
"Wonderful! My child..."
"He'll become a god!"
As a mother, what could bring her more comfort than learning that her child would achieve something extraordinary?
But then, as she turned to the next page of the diary, its icy words pierced her spirit like a blade.
Tang San... traveled through time?
Ah Yin's grass leaves stiffened.
It was a deathly silence.
The Blue Silver Grass in the mountain cave trembled violently, withered leaves swirling through the air.
"A transmigrator... from another world..."
Ah Yin's soul choked with pain.
If she hadn't believed it at that moment, if she hadn't conceived her child after ten months of pregnancy, how could Tang San have been a transmigrator?!
"No... My child... My child was conceived inside my womb..."
"If he really was someone else's soul that took over his body... then what about my child? Was he already dead the moment he was born?"
At that moment, this gentle and water-like Blue Silver Emperor suddenly let out an intensely chilling aura from deep within her soul.
"..."
Meanwhile, in the setting sun forest, two opposing forces of ice and fire surged.
Lin Chen had taken the Blazing Apricot and Infernal Delicate Apricot, along with the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well. His body had already been tempered to the point where it was as tough as steel.
Surrounded by the Yin-Yang Well, he radiated a dazzling light.
"My body's gotten much stronger, and my soul power has broken through too. I can finally begin cultivating the innate spirit power..."
"I've broken through to rank thirty!"
Lin Chen abruptly opened his eyes. His pupils now showed one gold and one silver, and every breath he took made the surrounding spring water tremble.
He slowly raised his right hand. The pitch-black Strange Fire appeared in his palm.
"Hah!"
The flames blazed.
This time, the Strange Fire was no longer a dull, lifeless black. Across its dark surface, streaks of crimson flame flowed, mingling with the cold frost.
With the support of the eight spirit rings, its power had increased several times over.
"Let's begin!"
Lin Chen's gaze settled on the Blue Silver Emperor, whose scattered leaves were filled with sorrow.
The Blue Silver Emperor had nine petals, each thin as a cicada's wing. Yet they radiated an aura so powerful that even the void felt oppressive.
It was the perfect fusion of the essence of heaven and earth and the medicinal properties of the immortal herb.
Lin Chen didn't hesitate. He raised a hand and struck.
"Good. I'll make this the only Blue Silver Emperor in the world to become the source of Blue Silver Emperor's will!"
As the suction in Lin Chen's palm erupted, the lonely Blue Silver Emperor gave off a clear, crisp chime. It transformed into nine streaks of light and shot straight into Lin Chen's palm.
"I'll complete my ascension here!"
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