Father and Son Reunited

Bone Douluo suddenly stopped in his tracks!

He looked at Ning Fengzhi, a hint of shock flashing in his eyes:

"Fengzhi, you mean...?"

Ning Fengzhi smiled slightly, his steps not stopping, but slowing down a little.

He walked with his hands behind his back, his voice soft yet resolute:

"Uncle Gu, a Titled Douluo in his early twenties, has an unprecedented Soul Ring Configuration: a second soul ring of a thousand-year duration, a fourth soul ring of ten thousand-year duration, and even starting from the Seventh Soul Ring, all of them are Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring."

He paused, turned his head to look at Bone Douluo, and asked intently:

"If someone like him cannot become a god, then who is qualified to become a god?"

Bone Douluo remained silent for a moment, then slowly nodded:

"Titled Douluo is only in his early twenties is unheard of in the known history of the Douluo Continent."

He continued, his tone tinged with a touch of emotion:

"If we're talking about who has the most talent to break through Level 100 on the Douluo Continent, no one is more likely than him."

Ning Fengzhi's smile deepened upon hearing this.

He suddenly stopped, looked up at the vast sky, his eyes filled with undisguised excitement and agitation.

"So, Uncle Gu."

His voice was soft, yet it couldn't hide his excitement as he began to speak:

"If the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could forge a deep friendship with him before he becomes a god, and if Rongrong could successfully become his student, then..."

He paused, then turned to look at Bone Douluo, his eyes gleaming as he continued:

"The Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda that Rongrong saw in her dream will surely appear on this Douluo Continent."

Then, his voice rose slightly, and he said with even greater excitement:

"And my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will be renamed the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect in one fell swoop!"

"Under Rongrong's guidance, unprecedented brilliance has been created!"

Bone Douluo listened quietly, a complex light flashing in his eyes.

As a retainer of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, he knew better than anyone that the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda's limit was seven stories, and that he could never break through the shackle of level 79 in his lifetime.

The appearance of the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda in Ning Rongrong's dream signifies the possibility that this constraint could be broken.

If it could really happen...

Bone Douluo took a deep breath, about to speak, when Ning Fengzhi's voice rang out again, filled with even more fervent anticipation:

"Even--"

He looked at Bone Douluo, his voice brimming with barely suppressed excitement:

"Uncle Gu, don't forget that Tang San and Dai Tianyu, whom Rongrong saw in her dream, were both undergoing the test to become gods."

"And if both of them are Fu Shiyan's apprentices..."

As if he had thought of something, Ning Fengzhi continued, his voice trembling slightly:

"If Rongrong could become his student, wouldn't she also be able to...?"

He didn't finish his sentence.

But the meaning couldn't be clearer.

Bone Douluo's pupils contracted slightly.

Become a god!

These two words are too heavy.

It is so profound that countless brilliant minds have spent their entire lives trying to reach its pinnacle.

But what if Fu Shiyan really is the person who has already become a god in Rongrong's dream...?

After Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo disappeared at the alley entrance.

The courtyard returned to silence.

Tang Hao stood there, looking at the figure in black robes with silver hair, his eyes churning with complex and indescribable emotions.

He opened his mouth, then slowly stepped forward and walked to Fu Shiyan's side.

"I never expected this..."

His voice was hoarse and low, with a bit of self-deprecation and emotion as he said:

"It's been two years since we last met, and Brother Fu has already reached the Titled Douluo realm."

He paused, his gaze towards Fu Shiyan filled with genuine admiration:

"Titled Douluo in his early twenties—such a talent has never been seen on the continent in a thousand years. Brother Fu... you truly are a peerless genius."

Fu Shiyan turned to look at him, a faint smile playing on her lips:

"Brother Tang, you're too kind. There's no need for such formality between us."

Upon hearing this, Tang Hao's expression relaxed slightly, but he immediately became serious again.

He took a deep breath and clasped his hands in a deep fist salute to Fu Shiyan:

"Thank you very much for your help, Brother Fu."

His voice was low, yet every word was earnest:

"If it weren't for Brother Fu's intervention, I, Tang Hao, would likely not have escaped unscathed today. Tang Hao will forever remember this kindness."

Fu Shiyan looked at him and shook her head slightly:

"Brother Tang, there's no need for this. To me..."

He hadn't finished speaking—

A clear voice, tinged with complex emotions, came from behind:

"Master."

"Dad."

Hearing the voice behind them, Fu Shiyan and Tang Hao turned around at the same time.

The door to the main house in the courtyard was already open, and Tang San stepped out first.

He was followed by Xiao Wu, Ma Hongjun, Oscar, Mo Xuan, and others, while Fu Zhi stood quietly by the door without stepping forward.

Sunlight streamed down, making Tang San's long, azure hair shimmer and shimmer.

He stood there in the courtyard, his gaze fixed on Tang Hao, his eyes swirling with extremely complex emotions.

Upon seeing Tang San's familiar yet unfamiliar face, Tang Hao's body stiffened abruptly.

He looked at that familiar yet unfamiliar face, that hair color and features exactly like Ah Yin's...

His Adam's apple bobbed violently, and in a daze, he seemed to see Tang San's face suddenly transform into Ah Yin's, smiling gently at him.

"Ah Yin ..."

He instinctively took a step forward, but then stopped.

Tang San stood in the courtyard, his long, azure hair fluttering gently in the breeze. He looked at his father, who was a few feet away—his clothes were tattered, his face weathered, and his eyes held an undisguised shock and disbelief.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he finally spoke again, his voice clearer than before:

"Dad."

The call jolted Tang Hao out of his momentary daze.

He snapped back to his senses, his gaze scrutinizing Tang San's face—the long, azure hair so similar to Ah Yin's, the handsome face that blended his and Ah Yin's features, and the eyes that were much deeper than those of someone his age...

Picture!

They look so alike!

It looked so real that at first glance he almost mistook it for Ah Yin standing in front of him.

But this isn't right.

He remembered clearly that when they parted two years ago, Xiao San still had black hair and black eyes. Although she was more mature than other children her age, she didn't have any special features in appearance.

How come things have changed so much in just two years?

Tang Hao frowned, looking at Tang San with obvious doubt in his voice:

"Xiao San, how could you...?"

He paused, carefully choosing his words:

"It's only been two years, how could your appearance have changed so drastically?"

Tang San looked at him and calmly explained:

"I recently attached my fourth Spirit Ring."

He paused, then continued:

"After attaching the Spirit Ring, my Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul underwent Second Awakening, transforming into the Blue Silver Emperor. My appearance... also changed accordingly."

Blue Silver Emperor Awakens!

Tang Hao's pupils suddenly contracted!

He knew, of course, that the Blue Silver Emperor could awaken.

But he never imagined that his awakening would happen at this moment.

In his understanding, the awakening of the Blue Silver Emperor would only be possible after level 50, or even level 60.

The Xiao San is only this year...

etc.

Tang Hao's thoughts suddenly stopped.

He looked at Tang San, a glint of disbelief flashing in his eyes, and asked in surprise:

"Xiao San, you've already broken through to the Soul Ancestor?!"

His voice rose several decibels, filled with barely concealed shock.