Blue Silver Overlord Spear
Deep within the Blue Silver Forest, the blue sea of light gradually receded.
Countless blue specks of light rose from the surrounding Blue Silver Grass leaves, converging into a vast river of light that flowed into the blue domain beneath Tang San.
Tang San sat cross-legged in the center of the sea of light, his eyes closed, his breathing long and steady.
His original four Spirit Ring disappeared one by one into his body, as if suppressed by the vast blue energy, temporarily dimming their brilliance.
The surging blue light spots began to rapidly rotate and condense around Tang San's body, forming a huge blue halo that enveloped his entire body.
The halo was enormous, several meters in diameter, and it rotated slowly, emitting a low hum.
Then, the halo began to shrink.
It gets smaller and smaller, more and more solid, and the color gets deeper and deeper.
From light blue to azure, from azure to deep blue, from deep blue to almost ink-black.
It was a blue that Tang San had never seen before, like the deepest part of the ocean, or the deepest part of the night sky, containing endless vitality and a sense of oppression.
Tang San felt the heat within his body surge and be released completely, as if every inch of his meridians, every bone, and every muscle was cheering and yearning for the arrival of this power.
Finally, all the blue light condensed on him, transforming into a halo the same size as his Spirit Ring.
The countless layers of blue finally turned into black.
A deep black.
Fifth Spirit Ring, ten thousand years.
As he slowly walked away, the brand-new black halo began to ripple around Tang San's body, like a child who had finally found his home, nestled in his mother's arms.
Everything around fell silent; the sounds of the wind, the water, and the rustling of the leaves all seemed to freeze in that moment.
On the ground, the wildly growing Blue Silver Grass is at least three times taller than before.
The crystalline sheen on their bodies gradually faded as the blue light disappeared, but the life force emanating from them became noticeably stronger.
This is the effect of the Blue Silver Emperor's aura.
Under the influence of the Blue Silver Emperor's aura, all Blue Silver Grass underwent a qualitative leap.
Tang San gained a great deal from this place, but he also received a great deal of the Blue Silver Emperor's aura.
Tang Hao gently embraced Ah Yin, and the two watched this scene with pride.
Their son, at the age of eleven, officially broke through to the Spirit King.
The eleven-year-old Spirit King.
Ah Yin leaned on Tang Hao's shoulder, her eyes filled with tears, but the corners of her mouth were turned up high.
Tang Hao didn't speak, but tightened his grip on Ah Yin's arm, his calloused hands trembling slightly.
Finally, everything has settled down.
Tang San slowly opened his eyes.
As he retracted the Blue Silver Emperor, all five Spirit Ring returned to his body in one fell swoop.
He stood up and stretched his limbs.
After absorbing the Spirit Ring, his Soul Power reached level fifty-one.
Although he only advanced one level, he felt as if he had achieved a complete sense of fulfillment.
The feeling was strange, like a container that had always been filled with water was suddenly replaced with a larger one. Although there wasn't much more water, its capacity to hold water had increased.
His physique also became increasingly powerful and vibrant due to the condensation of his Life Spirit Ring.
He could feel that his meridians were wider than before, his dantian was more stable, and even his heartbeat had become stronger.
At the same time, he obtained his fifth Spirit Skill - Blue Silver Overlord Spear.
When the information about this Spirit Skill flooded into his mind, a glint of light flashed in Tang San's eyes.
He recalled the scene he had witnessed during the third Simulation.
In the Simulation, he unleashed a fusion of his Self-Created Soul Skill "Forest of a Thousand Hands Kill" and "Blue Silver Overlord Spear".
That power, that earth-shattering momentum, still leaves a deep impression on him.
A year ago, he had already learned the Blue Silver Profound Meaning, "Forest of a Thousand Hands Kill," through his master's teachings.
Now that he has this fifth Spirit Skill, he is confident that he can replicate the fusion skill he used in the third Simulation in a short time.
He took a deep breath, suppressing his excitement, turned to look at the Blue Silver King, A-Lan, and respectfully bowed.
"Thank you, senior."
A-Lan's illusory figure trembled slightly, shook its head, and spoke in a hoarse voice with a hint of amusement:
"Your Majesty, there's no need for such formality. This is what our people should do."
Tang San nodded, then turned to look at Fu Shiyan, Ah Yin, and Tang Hao standing to the side.
Fu Shiyan looked at him with a smile, her silver-gray eyes full of approval.
Ah Yin's eyes were still red, but the corners of her mouth were turned up high.
Tang Hao stood beside Ah Yin, his lips moved slightly as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just nodded heavily.
Tang San's lips curled up into a bright smile:
"Master, Mom, Dad, I did it!"
After he finished speaking, he quickly walked up to Fu Shiyan, opened his arms, and hugged him tightly.
Fu Shiyan was slightly taken aback, then reached out and gently patted his back.
Tang San hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to knead all the gratitude, dependence, and respect he had accumulated over the years into this embrace.
Fu Shiyan didn't say anything, she just stood there quietly, letting him hold her.
A moment later, Tang San released Fu Shiyan and turned to look at Ah Yin.
Ah Yin has already opened her arms.
Tang San threw himself into his mother's arms, Ah Yin hugged him tightly, tears streaming down her face again.
"Good boy... good boy..."
Tang San leaned on her shoulder, his eyes slightly red, but he didn't let the tears fall.
Tang Hao stood aside, watching this scene, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.
His son doesn't seem very close to him.
But he knew why.
He failed to fulfill his responsibilities as a father when his Xiao San child.
In those years, he was immersed in the pain of losing Ah Yin, drinking heavily every day, living in a daze, leaving his Xiao San alone at home.
When the Xiao San is hungry, he cooks for her. Xiao San is cold, he puts on warm clothes for her. Xiao San is bullied, he doesn't even know.
He is not a good father!
Now that his Xiao San doesn't hate him, he's already content.
What more can we ask for?
Tang Hao took a deep breath, suppressing the discomfort in his heart.
He stepped forward, reached out, and gently patted Tang San's shoulder, saying in a gruff voice:
"Well done."
Tang San lifted his head from Ah Yin, looked at his father's face, which was filled with both relief and complex emotions, and nodded.
"Thank you, Dad."
Tang Hao's eyes reddened slightly, but he didn't let the tears fall.
He simply nodded emphatically, patted Tang San on the shoulder, then withdrew his hand and stepped aside.
Ah Yin wiped away her tears and turned to look at A-Lan.
A-Lan's illusory image still hovered in front of the Blue Silver Ancient Tree, her eyes, formed from blue light, filled with reluctance.
Ah Yin stepped forward, stood in front of him, a slight smile playing on her lips, and said softly:
"A-Lan, I'm leaving."