Half a Year's Gains

"It's not a simple enhancement or mutation of the Martial Soul, but rather the awakening of the true power hidden deep within the Martial Soul Origin."

"Hongjun, your Martial Soul transformation is due to the power of Immortal Herb reshaping your origin. It can be regarded as a 'directed evolution' under special circumstances, which is not entirely the same as the typical mechanism of Second Awakening."

He looked at Tang San, and his tone became serious again:

"Xiao San, your Blue Silver Grass may seem ordinary, but it holds immense power within."

"This Soul Hunting is to unleash this hidden power."

Upon hearing what Fu Shiyan said, Tang San was first shocked, and then an indescribable sense of understanding and excitement quietly rose within him.

' Second Awakening... Could what Master was talking about be the transformation from Blue Silver Grass to Blue Silver Emperor that I will experience in the Simulator in the future?!'

Once this association took hold, it spread like wildfire in his mind.

In the previous Simulation, the power of the Blue Silver Emperor and the call from the depths of his bloodline seemed to resonate strangely with the teacher's calm words.

He couldn't help but feel secretly relieved, and even a little scared.

Thank goodness... thank goodness I had this Simulator!

Only through repeated Simulation could they glimpse fragments of the future, foresee the possibility of the Blue Silver Emperor's awakening, and avoid those deadly traps...

He thought of the tragic ending in the second Simulation, where he had failed to awaken the Blue Silver Emperor due to being misled by an incompetent teacher, his father had died tragically, and he had lived a mediocre life.

Without the warnings and changes brought about by the Simulator, would I have repeated the same mistakes?

The answer is almost self-evident.

Gratitude for the Simulator, trust in his Fu Shiyan, and anticipation for the upcoming Soul Hunting Journey, which might touch upon his fundamental awakening, intertwined in his heart, making his gaze even more resolute.

Meanwhile, deep within the Pope Palace in Spirit City.

In her magnificent palace, Bibi Dong was once again jolted awake from the nightmare that had haunted her for years. Fine beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead, and her beautiful face looked pale and distorted in the dim light.

Since the formal initiation of the Rakshasa God's inheritance, endless evil thoughts, wicked ideas, and resentment have gnawed at her mind day and night like maggots clinging to her bones.

The most significant torment was the recurring, increasingly vivid nightmare that dragged her back to that terrifying night she wanted to forget for the rest of her life, yet which was forever etched in her memory.

Day after day, year after year, an ordinary person would probably have been driven mad by this endless mental torment.

Although Bibi Dong managed to hold on thanks to her strong will and strength, she was almost finished.

Under the subtle influence of the Rakshasa Divine Power, her personality became increasingly extreme, gloomy, and suspicious, and the last bit of softness and light in her heart was compressed to the extreme.

And this last bit of "goodwill" and "comfort" was all placed on the figure that had long since left her life but remained forever in the depths of her memory— Yu Xiaogang.

In the torment of pain and darkness, that past, which had long since faded and may even have been embellished with self-deception, became a symbol of the increasingly "beautiful" past in her heart, and a spiritual pillar for her to fight against endless evil thoughts.

After waking up, Bibi Dong took a few deep breaths, suppressing the turmoil of agitation and violence in her heart.

She rose, washed and dressed, put on her magnificent yet cold Pope robes, dismissed her servants, and, as she had done many times before, walked alone towards the grand library deep within Spirit City.

That was the only place where she could find a moment of false peace when she was in a terrible mood and tormented by the past and nightmares. It was also... the place where she and Yu Xiaogang first met, got to know each other, and spent countless hours discussing theories.

Just as I reached the heavy, ancient gate of the library, a familiar figure walked out from inside—it was Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan.

Upon seeing Bibi Dong, Yue Guan immediately stopped, bowed respectfully, and said:

"Greetings, Your His Holiness the Pope."

Bibi Dong paused slightly, gave a soft "hmm," and her gaze lingered on Yue Guan for a moment.

The changes in Yue Guan over the past six months have been quite significant.

First, his Soul Power inexplicably broke through to level ninety-six, greatly increasing his strength.

Subsequently, when faced with attempts to recruit him by the Worship Hall, he explicitly refused, choosing instead to remain and continue serving the Pope Palace.

Bibi Dong felt a sense of relief at this, as it at least showed that she still had reliable people under her command.

But... she wondered if she was just imagining things, but she felt that she had been "bumping into" Yue Guan far too often in the past six months.

Encounters like this at the entrance of the library happen almost every one or two days.

A faint doubt flickered through her mind, but it was quickly overshadowed by a deeper weariness and a certain hidden expectation.

She didn't delve into it, but simply nodded slightly to Yue Guan and walked straight into the library.

Yue Guan remained bowed until Bibi Dong's figure disappeared inside the door before slowly straightening up.

The respectful expression on his face faded, and a complex and solemn look flashed deep in his eyes.

He touched the warm, moist seed in his arms, remembered Fu Shiyan's instructions, sighed silently, and turned to leave.

Inside the library, Bibi Dong walked familiarly to a quiet corner by the window, where the light was soft.

There was a row of ancient books on the basic theories and mutation cases of Martial Soul.

She pulled out a book with a worn leather cover, her fingertips brushing against the spine, as if she could feel the warmth of another hand from decades ago.

She sat down, opened the book, but her gaze did not fall on the words.

Her fingertips gently traced the yellowed pages, her gaze gradually fading, as if through this book she could see the young man who once sat here, focused and slightly clumsy, sharing every theoretical discovery with her.

The cold Pope mask melted away silently, and a faint, almost invisible mist blurred her violet eyes.

"Xiao Gang..."

A barely audible murmur dissipated into the silent, deserted library, carrying with it endless melancholy, obsession, and "beautiful" memories that were becoming increasingly distorted by the darkness.

Our gaze returned to the courtyard in Heaven Dou City.

After carefully instructing Dai Tianyu, Xiao Wu, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun on the key points and precautions of cultivation, Fu Shiyan left Fu Zhi behind to take care of her, while she herself set off for the Star Dou Great Forest with Fu Ze and Tang San.

In the past six months, Fu Shiyan herself has also undergone significant changes.

First is Soul Power cultivation.

In the past six months, his Soul Power has increased at a rate that exceeded his initial expectations, and he has already reached the level of Soul Saint of level seventy-eight.

This speed would be astonishing to the outside world.

Secondly, and most importantly, is the accumulation of "Faith Power".

The total amount of Faith Power provided by Oscar, Ma Hongjun, Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing and others has steadily exceeded four million.