Tang San Finally Confirmed the Truth

Hearing Old Jack's familiar, gentle call from outside, Tang San's heart stirred. It's finally here!

He glanced at Tang Hao, who had just set down his bowl and chopsticks beside him.

Tang Hao still wore that indifferent expression. Without even raising his head, he said, "Go on. Don't delay making lunch."

"Yes, Father."

Tang San answered, then rose and walked out of the Blacksmith Shop. Following Old Jack, who was waiting outside, he headed toward the center of the village.

The road beneath his feet, the houses on either side, even the scent of morning cooking smoke lingering in the air—all of it was exactly the same as what he had sensed in the Simulator.

When that particularly imposing building of Holy Soul Village—the Spirit Hall—came into view, that fateful sense of familiarity reached its peak.

Once inside, the scene completely overlapped with the images in his "memories."

The old village chief, eight other children from the village with nervous yet excited expressions, and the most conspicuous figure among them: a young man dressed in the standard uniform of Spirit Hall.

Tang San remembered that, in the simulation, this young man had been called Su Yuntao.

"Greetings, esteemed Battle Soul Grandmaster. We must trouble you again this time." Old Jack respectfully bowed to the young man.

A trace of barely noticeable pride and impatience lingered between the young man's brows as he returned the bow slightly.

"I don't have much time. Let's begin now."

The Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony proceeded in an orderly fashion.

One child after another stepped forward. Su Yuntao guided their Soul Power, their Martial Souls appeared, and their Soul Power was tested. Then they stepped back, either disappointed or calm.

Every part of the process matched the scenes from the simulation perfectly, as though a meticulously rehearsed play were unfolding step by step.

Very soon, it was Tang San's turn.

Normally calm and composed, Tang San unexpectedly felt a hint of nervousness at this moment. A fine layer of sweat even formed in his palms.

His heart was filled with tangled contradictions.

He worried that the Martial Souls he awakened today would truly be the same as those he had seen in the simulation—because that would mean the incomprehensible "Life Simulator" had not lied. The course of his future life, including the secret of his mother and the hidden danger of his Twin Martial Souls, might all have been watched over and arranged by some invisible hand.

At the same time, he was afraid that the Martial Souls he awakened today would be different from those in the simulation.

If even this most basic starting point differed, then everything the Simulator had shown about the Blue Silver Emperor, Fu Shiyan, and that entirely different path would be like flowers reflected in a mirror and the moon in water—nothing but an illusionary dream.

Human nature was inherently complicated.

Tang San deeply understood that conflict at this moment.

He feared the "truth" of that prophecy, because it meant he had been chosen by an existence he could not comprehend. His fate might no longer be entirely under his own control, bringing a fear born from the unknown.

Yet he feared just as much that it was "false," because after experiencing a glimpse of the future and learning of the possibility of his extraordinary potential, being forced back into the reality of a "useless Martial Soul, Blue Silver Grass" and endless fog would create a psychological gap too immense for anyone to bear.

It was like being told he had won a jackpot worth billions, only to discover in the end that the ticket had expired and was invalid. The crushing sense of loss would be enough to break anyone's defenses.

However violently Tang San's heart churned and however tangled his thoughts became, reality would not pause for his sake.

The Martial Soul Awakening process had undeniably reached him.

"Next."

Su Yuntao's indifferent voice rang out.

Without needing much instruction from Su Yuntao, Tang San stepped forward on his own, just as he had in the simulation, and walked into the center of the six black Awakening Stones.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm his pounding heart.

As Su Yuntao injected Soul Power into the formation on the ground, pale golden light rose once more, forming a barrier of light that enveloped Tang San.

He carefully sensed that energy. Though he had already "experienced" it once in the Life Simulator, the genuine sensation now still differed subtly from what he had felt in the simulation.

Warmth. That was the first thing Tang San felt.

That warm energy seemed alive as it continuously seeped into his body, opening every pore across his entire body.

At the same time, the inner power of the Mysterious Heaven Skill circulating on its own within him seemed to be drawn by something and began to ripple faintly.

Then, as though some inborn shackle within his body had shattered, all the warm energy suddenly surged like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, rushing toward both his hands at once!

Almost instinctively, a scene from the simulation flashed through Tang San's mind.

He abruptly tucked his left hand behind his back and clenched it tightly—he was afraid, afraid that he would truly awaken a second Martial Soul just as in the simulation!

After receiving the flood of information from the simulation, he was no longer that village child who knew nothing about the world of Soul Masters.

He knew very clearly what "Twin Martial Souls" meant. It was a talent capable of shaking the entire continent, one that absolutely could not be exposed before he possessed sufficient strength!

The instant he hid his left hand, his right hand rose beyond his control. Soul Power gathered in his palm, and a familiar yet slightly unfamiliar plant slowly emerged and unfurled.

Its leaves were bluish-purple, its veins distinct, and it carried a faint aura of life.

Blue Silver Grass!

It really was Blue Silver Grass!

At almost the same moment, a completely different tremor came from the palm of his left hand behind his back!

A heavy force, carrying a cold and hard texture, gathered there and took shape.

Even without seeing it, he immediately confirmed it through the faint fluctuations of Soul Power and the familiar sensation—it was the shape of a hammer!

It had to be the number one tool Martial Soul in the world mentioned in the simulation—the Clear Sky Hammer!

Boom—!!!

It was like thunder exploding in his mind. Tang San's heart suddenly contracted, then began pounding wildly. The immense shock left him dazed for a moment.

It matched!

Everything matched!

Exactly the same!

Blue Silver Grass in his right hand, Clear Sky Hammer in his left, Twin Martial Souls—everything he had seen and heard in the simulation was now being perfectly recreated in reality!

An indescribably complicated emotion instantly flooded Tang San.

His Martial Souls were Blue Silver Grass and the Clear Sky Hammer!

The process was completely identical to the simulation!

This ironclad fact mercilessly proclaimed the truth of everything displayed by the "Life Simulator"!

The enormous shock even caused him to overlook Su Yuntao's subsequent Soul Power test.

When he placed his hand on the crystal ball and that dazzling blue light erupted again, drawing Su Yuntao's astonished and regretful cry of "Innate Full Soul Power?"

Tang San's emotions had already calmed considerably—or perhaps the overwhelming flood of information had simply left him numb.

He politely thanked Su Yuntao, accepted the certificate representing his identity as a Soul Master, and silently returned to the other children. With his eyes lowered, he hid every churning emotion beneath his childish face.

Yet the enormous storm of confirming fate that Tang San had experienced in his heart became the sweetest, most surging source of Faith Power for Fu Shiyan, far away in the dilapidated little house!

[Faith Power +1000!]

[Faith Power +2500!]

[Faith Power +5800!]

[Faith Power +12000!]...

The numbers on the system interface began jumping and soaring at an unprecedented, frenzied speed!

Tang San's final confirmation of the Simulator's truth, along with his further trust in the persona of "Fu Shiyan" presented within it, was like the richest fertilizer, cultivating an enormous amount of Faith Points!

Watching the numbers rise without end, Fu Shiyan's lips finally curled into a cold, satisfied smile that he could no longer suppress.

"Next, it's time for me to make my entrance!!!"