5,000 Years of Cultivation!
It's only a few years earlier now, so it's not too unbelievable.
Moreover, ever since he became a disciple of his master, the trajectory of his destiny has been completely changed.
The bizarre "dreams" of Ma Hongjun and Oscar have proven this point—since he chose a different path, the fates of everyone around him have changed.
Master's progress in Soul Power far exceeds the norm, perhaps due to some extraordinary encounter.
With the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, a sacred cultivation ground, and his master's miraculous alchemy skills... it's not impossible for him to reach the Titled Douluo in a short time.
Tang San didn't think much of it, much less investigate it.
He simply watched his master quietly, waiting for his next move.
Behind Fu Shiyan, the branches and leaves of the Azure Creation Tree gently unfurled.
The Eighth Soul Ring beneath his feet, that blood-red Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring, suddenly lit up!
A powerful life force surged forth like a tide, enveloping Ah Yin on the ground.
At the same time, the ninth Spirit Ring lit up!
The powers of the two Hundred Thousand Year Soul Skill intertwined and fused, resulting in a bizarre combination of four 100,000-year-old Spirit Skill. Under Fu Shiyan's guidance, these skills further overlapped with his own "Azure Creation Domain."
A small but incredibly solid emerald green domain slowly took shape, centered on Fu Shiyan.
Within this domain, the life force was so dense it was almost tangible.
Ah Yin's branches and leaves began to tremble slightly.
Then, it grew at a speed visible to the naked eye!
A new leaf peeks out from the branch.
Another leaf.
Another leaf.
The plant, which was originally only the size of a palm, began to slowly grow taller, branch out, and become lush.
century.
Two hundred years.
Three hundred years.
Time flowed slowly in the emerald green light.
Fu Shiyan maintained her composure, her expression calm and her breathing deep.
Tang San crouched at the edge of the domain, holding his breath, watching his mother's changes without blinking.
One hour.
Two hours.
Three hours.
As the afterglow of the setting sun began to paint the sky, Ah Yin was no longer the frail little blade of grass she once was.
She has grown to be half a person's height, her branches have become much thicker, her leaves are large and lush, and the golden veins flowing in her leaves are clearer and more dazzling.
The entire plant emitted a faint blue-gold glow, which complemented the misty atmosphere of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
Five thousand years.
In just one day, Ah Yin grew to the level of a five-thousand-year-old Soul Beast!
Fu Shiyan slowly withdrew her domain.
The emerald green light gradually dissipated, and the illusory image of the Azure Creation Tree behind him also disappeared.
His expression remained calm, though a light sheen of sweat appeared on his forehead, indicating that the day had taken a toll on him.
But he didn't make Ah Yin recover faster.
With his abilities, if he disregarded the cost, he could completely restore Ah Yin to her ten-thousand-year cultivation level within a single day.
But he didn't do that.
Because during this day, in the dazed moment when Ah Yin had just regained her soul consciousness, some things needed to be quietly implanted deep into her memory.
Tang San, of course, knew nothing of this.
His entire focus at that moment was on his mother.
Ah Yin's branches swayed gently, as if they had just awakened from a long slumber.
Her consciousness was still hazy, yet she instinctively tilted slightly towards Tang San.
The branches and leaves gently Entanglement around Tang San's fingers once again.
Tang San's eyes welled up with tears again.
He knelt in front of his mother, letting the branches and leaves gently brush against his face, the corners of his eyes, and his hair.
"Mother..."
His voice choked with emotion, yet it carried boundless tenderness.
Ah Yin's leaves gently brushed against his cheek, wiping away the tears that had just fallen.
The mother and son embraced each other quietly in this way.
As the sun set and twilight descended, darkness enveloped the world.
Fu Shiyan stood not far away, quietly watching this scene without making a sound to disturb it.
for a long time.
The sky grew completely dark.
Fu Shiyan then stepped forward and spoke softly:
"Let's go, Xiao San. We'll come see your mother again tomorrow."
He paused:
"Tomorrow I will use my domain again to help your mother recover."
"At this rate, it shouldn't be long before you see her again."
Tang San slowly stood up, but still reluctantly turned back to look at the Blue Silver Emperor tree that emitted a faint light in the night.
After a long while, he turned around and bowed deeply to Fu Shiyan:
"Master..."
He could only utter that one word; the rest of the words stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say them.
But that gratitude, that trust, that inexpressible kindness were all written in his eyes and in his expression.
Fu Shiyan simply patted his shoulder lightly:
Let's go.
The two turned and walked out of the valley.
Night deepened.
Tang San followed behind his master, step by step, traversing the rugged mountain path surrounding the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
A complex mix of emotions, difficult to express, surged within him.
In his past life, he was an orphan who lacked love. Reborn into the Douluo Continent, although he had a father, Tang Hao was a drunkard and decadent man who not only couldn't take care of him, but also needed him, the child, to worry about him.
But he never complained about it.
That was his father, a blood relative.
In his heart, taking care of his father was simply his duty.
Until the age of six, he awakened to the Simulator that would change everything.
Through those Simulation, he finally saw the true trajectory of fate—those tragedies, those missed opportunities, those predetermined endings.
It was the Simulator that enabled him to make different choices time and time again, changing the fate of himself and those around him.
It was thanks to the Simulator that he was able to find his mother today.
And all of this is inseparable from the Master.
From their first encounter in Nuoding City, to becoming his disciple, to the years of dedicated teaching, and now to sacrificing his own Soul Power to help his mother recover...
The master never asked for anything in return.
He taught him how to cultivate himself, how to be a person, how to face good and evil, and how to view the world.
He helped him find his mother and helped him protect the most precious thing in the world.
This kindness...
Tang San raised his head and looked at the dark figure walking slowly forward in the night.
The moonlight shone down, outlining the figure with exceptional clarity.
Master.
In his heart, those two words were no longer just "master".
That was my father.
He was someone he relied on more, trusted more, and was more willing to repay with his entire life than Tang Hao —his father.
He didn't say it aloud.
But that feeling, like the hot and cold spring water of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, was deeply imprinted in the deepest part of his heart.
He will prove it with his actions in the future.
I will dedicate my entire life to repaying this debt!
As night fell, the figures of the master and his apprentice gradually disappeared into the vast mountains.
Behind them, the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well remained shrouded in mist.
The blue-gold Blue Silver Emperor swayed gently in the night breeze, as if it too was watching the receding figure of the boy.