Blue Silver Forest, the Blue Silver King Over Eighty Thousand Years Old-Our Emperor Has Returned!

Tang Hao led Tang San onward for a long time.

They arrived at a strange forest.

As far as the eye could see, a boundless ocean of deep blue stretched before them.

This was not water, but grass.

Countless strands of blue silver grass intertwined, growing in astonishing abundance.

Every blade shimmered with a faint blue-gold sheen.

An incomparably vast vitality flowed through this realm.

Tang San's breathing softened, his pupils contracted slightly, and the sight before him filled his vision.

He knew blue silver grass could be found everywhere.

But a colony like this, stretching like a vast ocean to form an entire primeval forest, went beyond anything he had imagined.

"Little San, this is the Blue Silver Forest."

Tang Hao's hoarse voice came from beside him.

His tattered black robe snapped in the wind, and beneath his disheveled hair, his eyes looked distant, yet filled with profound longing.

"Dad, the blue silver grass here..."

Tang San stepped forward, wanting to approach the edge.

But as his gaze swept ahead, all he saw were enormous vines and brambles taller than a person.

They were packed tightly together, layer upon layer.

There was no path.

Not even a gap wide enough for someone to pass through could be found.

Like the most loyal guards, this blue silver grass sealed off the forest's interior, rejecting any outsider who tried to enter.

"You can't get in by ordinary means."

Tang Hao stopped, his gaze settling on his son.

"They're on guard."

"You need to use your own method to make them recognize you."

"My own method?"

"Release your martial soul," Tang Hao said gravely. "Communicate with them. Listen to their voices."

"I'll try!"

Tang San nodded.

He opened his right palm.

Pale blue light surged, and a slender yet resilient stalk of