Blue Silver God King! Starting as an Extreme Douluo!

On the outskirts of the Sunset Forest, an endless sea of Blue Silver Grass undulated with the wind, rippling like a vast expanse of emerald waves.

On the leaves of every single blade of Blue Silver Grass, a faint halo of life force flowed, converging into a vast ocean of verdant green.

At the center of this ocean, a figure sat cross-legged.

He appeared to be a youth of no more than seventeen or eighteen, his ink-black hair cascading like a waterfall. His features were so handsome they seemed otherworldly, yet his brow held a sense of vicissitude and indifference that belied his age.

He wore a simple, plain green robe.

His eyes were closed, his breathing long and steady.

With every inhalation, the entire sea of Blue Silver Grass swayed in rhythm, the life essence of billions of blades drawn toward him and channeled into his body.

With every exhalation, an even purer and more majestic vitality radiated from him, feeding back into the sea of grass.

The entire kingdom of Blue Silver Grass seemed to have become an extension of his own body—a massive, resonating living entity.

His name was Chen Xuan, a transmigrator from another world.

In this life, the martial soul he awakened was the most common variety, widely regarded as a trash martial soul: the Blue Silver Grass.

His talent was mediocre, and his soul power progressed at a snail's pace.

Had he cultivated by the book, he might have spent his entire life barely reaching the threshold of a Soul Emperor.

But he was, after all, a transmigrator.

Relying on knowledge and awareness far beyond this era, he carved out a path that no one had ever walked before.

He discovered that as a plant-type martial soul, he was born with the ability to communicate with flora.

Thus, he no longer obsessed over hunting soul beasts to obtain soul rings; instead, he chose to protect, nourish, and enlighten the plants of the world.

From a single blade of grass to a forest, and eventually to all the vegetation across the continent.

He used his own soul power as a catalyst to nourish all things, and in return, all things offered him the purest power of faith.

This power of faith could not only be converted into soul power but could also nourish the soul and delay the aging process.

A hundred years passed.

Time left no trace upon his face, yet his cultivation had reached the pinnacle, stepping into the realm of a ninety-nine-level Limit Douluo.

Now, he was at the final threshold of a breakthrough.

The path to godhood was only a single step away.

To condense an even greater surge of faith and shatter this final barrier, Chen Xuan released his life essence, accumulated over a century, without reservation.

"Hum—"

With him as the center, a visible ripple of life force expanded outward.

In an instant, all things were revived.

Withered branches sprouted new green, and wilted flowers bloomed once more. Within a radius of a hundred miles, every plant grew with a frenzied intensity.

A rich aura of life soared into the sky, even staining the clouds on the horizon with a faint emerald hue.

Countless consciousnesses of grass and trees, some weak and some strong, awakened in that moment, offering their most devout faith to their monarch.

Just then, Chen Xuan's brow twitched slightly.

Amidst the billions of torrents of faith, he unexpectedly caught a very peculiar emotional fluctuation.

That consciousness was noble, ancient, and carried the unique majesty of a sovereign—it was the apex of all Blue Silver Grass: the Blue Silver Empress.

But at this moment, the Empress's consciousness was incredibly weak, flickering like a candle in the wind.

What he found even stranger was the emotion transmitted within that consciousness.

It was not the benevolence and peace he had imagined, but endless grievance and... regret?

Chen Xuan opened his eyes, a flicker of contemplation passing through his deep pupils.

"Blue Silver Empress..."

He calculated the timeline based on the plot he knew; over a decade ago, the Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao had raged against the Martial Soul Hall, and his wife had perished.

If so, this generation's Blue Silver Empress must be Ah Yin, the mother of Tang San.

"Did she not sacrifice herself for love?"

Chen Xuan remained calm.

However, he had never had any interest in prying into the private affairs of others.

He had no ties to Tang Hao's family, and there was no need for him to wade into such murky waters.

Just as he prepared to withdraw his focus and ignore this anomalous emotion, a mechanical prompt sounded abruptly in his mind.

[Ding! Detected that the host meets the binding conditions. The Strongest Master System is initializing...]

[Ding! System initialization successful!]

[Releasing novice mission: Take the Blue Silver Empress Ah Yin as your disciple.]

[Mission details: Travel to Holy Soul Village, find Ah Yin in her Blue Silver Grass form, and make her acknowledge you as her master.]

[Task Reward: The host's total soul ring age will increase by ten thousand years!]

A ripple of emotion appeared on Chen Xuan's face.

"System?"

Having transmigrated a century ago, his heart was as still as stagnant water; he had long since ceased to expect this belated golden finger.

But this reward...

A ten-thousand-year increase for all soul rings!

His soul ring configuration was already impressive; if he were to increase them by another ten thousand years, the energy contained within them would undergo a qualitative change, perhaps helping him push open the gates to godhood in one fell swoop!

This reward was far too generous for him to refuse.

Besides...

Chen Xuan's gaze shifted back toward that weak consciousness.

The Blue Silver Empress was the supreme existence of the plant kingdom.

If he could take her as his disciple, the power of faith from all vegetation she could provide would be immeasurable.

This would also greatly accelerate his path to becoming a god.

Reason and sentiment alike dictated that he must make this trip.

"Ah Yin..."

Chen Xuan whispered the name softly.

"After so many years of sacrifice, she should be nothing more than a seed now, planted by Tang Hao somewhere near Holy Soul Village."

"Resurrecting a blade of Blue Silver Grass is hardly a difficult task for me."

He rose slowly, and the surging life energy surrounding him instantly converged, returning to a state of calm.

With a single step, his figure vanished from the spot, as if he had never been there at all.

Outside Holy Soul Village, on a remote hillside.

The terrain was rugged with jagged rocks and overgrown weeds.

A tall man sat dejectedly on a stone, his entire body reeking of strong alcohol and a sour, unwashed stench.

His hair was as messy as a bird's nest, and his unkempt beard covered most of his face, revealing only a pair of bloodshot, turbid eyes.

The man who had once shaken the continent as the Clear Sky Douluo was now nothing more than a wretched, disheveled drunkard.

He clutched a black wine flask in his hand, taking swigs from it from time to time, while his gaze remained fixed on a unique blade of Blue Silver Grass before him.

The edges of the Blue Silver Grass's leaves were marked with golden veins, and even in the daylight, it emitted a soft halo, appearing both noble and fragile.

"Ah Yin..."

Tang Hao's voice was hoarse and dry, filled with agony.

"Do you... do you hate me?"

He laughed at himself and took another large gulp of wine.

"I am a bastard, a complete and utter liar!"

"Did you think our meeting was a coincidence? It wasn't... I knew long ago that you were a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. From the very beginning, I approached you intentionally just for your soul ring!"

These words exploded like a thunderclap across the silent hillside.

The leaves of the gold-veined Blue Silver Grass began to tremble violently.

Tang Hao did not notice, remaining immersed in his own repentance and torment.

"Even the people from Martial Soul Hall... I was the one who lured them there on purpose!"

His voice carried a hint of frantic, sobbing despair.