Third Simulation!

The instant the system notification sounded in his mind, Tang San could not suppress the delight that appeared on his face.

What he had anticipated most was using this simulation to see for himself exactly how fate had changed after he became Fu Shiyan's disciple six years early and completely severed ties with Yu Xiaogang!

The familiar sensation of time and space shifting arrived as expected. When he "opened his eyes" again, the sight before him left him frozen in shock.

It was no longer Holy Soul Village, nor was it Nuoding City. Instead, he stood in a primeval forest filled with towering ancient trees, deep shadows, and damp air—the Star Dou Great Forest!

Moreover, he seemed to be in the midst of an intense battle.

This... spans such a long period of time? the observing Tang San wondered in alarm.

He quickly sensed the current state of "himself," and what he discovered made him nearly unable to recognize himself!

His body brimmed with surging power, and his Soul Power Level had astonishingly reached the Soul Emperor realm!

He appeared to be around eighteen or nineteen years old, handsome and sharply defined. Most striking of all was his deep blue hair, which drifted slightly amid the turbulent Soul Power.

Was this really his future self? The changes were far too great!

His opponents were two Soul Masters with formidable auras and flickering Spirit Rings. Judging from their Soul Power fluctuations, they were at least Soul Douluo!

Yet the future "Tang San" was fighting one against two without showing any obvious signs of defeat.

His attention was immediately drawn to "his own" Martial Soul.

The Blue Silver Grass remained, but it had become entirely different!

The former silver veins had completely transformed into more intricate, dazzling golden patterns, like flowing veins of gold. They radiated boundless vitality and an indescribable sense of majesty.

Its toughness and binding power far surpassed his current Martial Soul. Every Blue Silver Emperor vine seemed to possess its own life and will.

My Martial Soul... evolved? The Blue Silver Emperor?

The observing Tang San was shaken to his core. Sure enough, without that mediocre teacher Yu Xiaogang, his Martial Soul Evolution had succeeded!

Just as he was immersed in the shock of his own transformation, a terrifying energy fluctuation from deep within the distant forest, powerful enough to make heaven and earth change color, instantly seized all his attention.

His gaze was involuntarily drawn in that direction.

In that area, towering ancient trees toppled in swaths, the earth cracked apart, and violent Soul Power dyed the sky into a chaotic haze.

The figures of those engaged in battle entered his sight, making the observing Tang San's heart nearly stop!

When he saw Tang Hao wielding the Clear Sky Hammer, a scorching rush of emotion surged into the observing Tang San's eyes. His heart was instantly seized by indescribable excitement and wild joy!

"Father... Father is still alive! He's still fighting!"

That realization exploded through his mind like thunder, scattering all his previous tension and unease.

In the tragic ending of the second simulation, the sight of his father Tang Hao's death had become the deepest nightmare in his heart.

But now, his living father stood before him, fighting at full strength alongside his master. This was undoubtedly the strongest proof—his future had truly changed!

"It was because of me! Because I became Master's disciple early and completely escaped that scourge, Yu Xiaogang!

Because of Master's teachings, I walked the right path. I didn't taint the Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline with improper Spirit Rings, nor did I expose the secret of my Twin Martial Souls and invite an even greater crisis?

A stream of thoughts flashed rapidly through Tang San's mind, ultimately converging into a profound realization and renewed excitement.

He completely understood how the Simulator worked.

It did not display an immutable, predetermined future. Instead, it projected the most likely future path based on his current choices, circumstances, and relationships!

He had become Fu Shiyan's disciple six years early and cut off his ill-fated bond with Yu Xiaogang. Naturally, the future in this simulation had begun to develop from this new timeline.

His father being able to survive and participate in such a battle was one of the chain reactions brought about by his changes!

This realization made him even more excited and empowered than seeing himself become a Soul Emperor or witnessing his Martial Soul Evolution.

It meant that fate was not unchangeable. Every choice was of utmost importance!

Amid his excitement, his gaze swept across the battlefield with even greater sharpness.

His father being alive was certainly tremendous news, but the situation before him remained suffocatingly dire.

On one side stood seven overwhelmingly powerful experts!

At their head were Pope Bibi Dong, whom he had glimpsed during the second simulation, and the level ninety-eight Golden Crocodile Douluo, who had once forced Master Fu Shiyan to rely on his father's aid to escape!

He did not recognize the other five, but every one of them had gleaming Spirit Rings and majestic auras. They were all Title Douluo!

Facing these seven peerless experts were only three people.

On the far left was his father, Tang Hao!

His disheveled hair whipped about, his black robes snapped in the wind, and the enormous Clear Sky Hammer in his hand was wrapped in dark crimson killing intent. Nine dazzling Spirit Rings shone beneath his feet—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red!

On the far right stood an unfamiliar middle-aged man.

His features were resolute, his figure as upright as a pine. He gripped a Battle Halberd that was entirely black, though its blade flowed with dark golden light, emanating ferocious battle intent and sharpness that did not pale in the slightest beside Tang Hao's.

His Spirit Ring configuration was equally astonishing: yellow, purple, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red! He also possessed a Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring!

And the person in the center was none other than his master—Fu Shiyan!

Yet his master's Spirit Ring configuration once again overturned the observing Tang San's understanding!

It was no longer the yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black from the simulation in his memories, nor the yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black he had seen in reality. It was—black, black, black, black, black, red, red, red, red!

Five black and four red!

A full four Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings!

The profound black and blinding crimson interwove, radiating a vast pressure that made souls tremble!

At that moment, Fu Shiyan's silver hair moved without wind, his dark robes billowed, and he stood in the air. Yet there was now a mysterious mark between his brows!

His father, the mysterious expert, and his master... the three stood back to back. Facing seven Peak Douluo, including two level ninety-eight Peak Douluo, they showed not the slightest trace of fear. Their battle intent soared into the heavens!

"Father... Master... they..."

The observing Tang San's emotions surged wildly, and he was shaken beyond measure.

His future master had actually become powerful to such an inconceivable extent?

And who was that mysterious expert wielding the halberd?

Just as his mind was wholly absorbed by this earthshaking battle, a clear and anxious cry, yet one incomparably familiar, abruptly pulled him back to the battle before him:

"Third Brother! Watch your left!"

The Tang San in the simulation instinctively controlled several Dark Gold Blue Silver Emperor vines, sweeping them toward the incoming attack from the left like furious dragons. At the same time, he glanced toward the source of the voice.

Not far away, a figure was rapidly drawing closer to him.

She was an extraordinarily beautiful young girl who appeared to be around seventeen or eighteen. Her skin was fair as snow, her eyes lively and bright. Most peculiar of all was the pair of fluffy pink-and-white rabbit ears standing atop her head. They trembled lightly with her movements, adding a touch of adorable innocence to her beauty.

Her features still vaguely bore the shadow of Xiao Wu as a child, but she had already grown into a beauty capable of toppling kingdoms.

"Xiao Wu?!"