The night is low, and the starlight penetrates the layers of branches and leaves, shining in the deepest part of Blue Silver Forest.
Tang San is sitting cross-legged among the lush vegetation.
The four Soul Ring around him are beating in an extremely steady rhythm.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple.
His fourth Soul Ring was obtained by hunting a thousand-year-old Cave Demon Spider under the protection of his father Tang Hao.
At this time, Soul Power was flowing surgingly in his body, and he had completely laid the foundation for the Soul Ancestor realm.
"Great King, your body has been polished to its current state of perfection."
An old and deep voice echoed in the quiet Forest.
That's Blue Silver King.
The huge vines slowly stretched in the night wind, and the old man's face formed by the folds of bark on the trunk of the vines showed an almost fanatical determination at this moment.
Tang San opened his eyes, his eyes were clear and bright.
Blue Silver King's voice was filled with a sense of relief that he would die soon after hearing the truth. "The first sacrifice of life before was just to gather the strength of the whole clan to help you open the door to level 40."
"There is only one way to revive the noble blood in your bones."
"What are you going to do?" Tang San felt a sense of caution in his heart, and he felt that there was determination in Blue Silver King's words.
"Crown you!"
Blue Silver King laughed loudly.
There was no fear of death in this laughter, only the supreme glory of accomplishing the mission.
This ten-thousand-year-old plant Soul Beast, which has lived for an unknown number of years, swayed its huge body crazily.
The dazzling blue-gold flames burned upward from his roots and enveloped the entire vine.
This is not an ordinary fire, but the essence of life that he has condensed for thousands of years!
Brilliant blue-gold light beams burst out,
A huge hole was torn open in the night.
The dazzling light illuminates the entire Blue Silver Forest brighter than noon.
Countless ordinary Blue Silver Grasss all bent down at this moment.
They are crying and cheering.
The power of the royal bloodline, which is extremely pure and incredibly huge, flows crazily towards Tang San in the center of the formation eye along the beam of light that reaches the sky and the earth.
This power is gentle and tolerant.
Tang San felt like his whole body was soaking in hot springs, and something was breaking out of his cocoon deep in his bone marrow.
He raised his right hand.
In the palm of his hand, the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul that had been with him for more than ten years was undergoing earth-shaking changes.
The green, delicate grass blades peeled off layer by layer.
The newly born vines are crystal clear, as if they were carved from the purest sapphire.
The center of each slender leaf runs through this noble and bright golden vein.
An imperial pressure that makes people want to kneel down spreads outward.
The top plant-based Martial Soul is born, Blue Silver Emperor!
Along with the transformation of Martial Soul, Soul Power in Tang San also experienced an unprecedented blowout.
The huge bottlenecks of level forty-four... level forty-five... level forty-eight... level 50, in front of this vast source of power, were not even as good as a layer of window paper, and were easily broken through.
And under his feet, in addition to the previous four Soul Ring, the fifth Soul Ring is condensing out of thin air.
This is a Soul Ring with a deep black color.
Eighty-five thousand years Life-Bound Soul Ring!
It is completely condensed by Blue Silver King's sacrifice of all his life and cultivation, and has a 100% absolute fit with Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul.
Fifty-one, fifty-four... In the end, his soaring Soul Power stabilized at level fifty-seven!
What's even more mysterious is that a circle of blue-gold halo spreads outward with Tang San as the center.
Within the scope of this halo, Tang San can clearly hear the breathing of every Blue Silver Grass plant.
Blue Silver Domain, awaken!
The frantic energy fluctuations finally subsided.
The blue-gold light dissipated, and the starry sky regained its dominance over the night.
Tang San slowly fell back to the ground.
His whole person has undergone earth-shaking changes.
The figure has grown taller, the shoulders have become broad and straight, and most of the youthful youthfulness has faded away.
The neat short hair has now reached her waist, showing a deep and charming azure color.
His handsome face had an indescribable noble temperament.
Every move he makes has the natural majesty of a superior.
Level fifty-seven Soul King, top-level Martial Soul, Innate Domain.
Ecstasy surged in Tang San's chest.
He clenched his fists hard, and the sound of bones exploding sounded like a barrage of cannons.
Too strong.
Today, I am several times stronger than before I came to Blue Silver Forest!
This is a fulfilling feeling of being in control of everything, and a huge power that can make anyone get lost in it.
But he soon stopped laughing.
As far as the eye can see, the towering Blue Silver King that blocks the sun is gone.
Where he was before, there was only one Blue Silver Grass that was extremely short, ordinary, and even without any consciousness.
It swayed alone in the night wind, like a newborn baby.
In order to awaken the emperor,
For this honor,
Blue Silver King exhausted all his sanity and tens of thousands of years of cultivation, and degenerated into the lowest level of existence in this world.
Tang San's eyes are sore.
He did not hesitate, knelt heavily on the ground, and kowtowed to this ordinary Blue Silver Grass.
"Your kindness will never be forgotten Tang San."
This power is not only a gift, but also the heavy expectation of thousands of Blue Silver people.
Rough footsteps came from behind.
Tang Hao, wearing a shabby cloak, stepped out of the shadows.
Looking at his son's long blue hair, which is exactly the same as his wife Ah Yin, and his tall back,
Tang Hao's face, which had always been indifferent, flashed with a rarely seen relief.
"Ah Yin, our son has finally grown up."
Tang San stood up, turned his head and looked at his father, with unconcealable excitement and pride in his eyes. "Dad, I did it."
"I broke through level 50, possessed 85,000 years of Life-Bound Soul Ring, and even awakened Blue Silver Domain."
Young people, once they succeed, can advance several levels, and no one can restrain their high spirits.
"Does this make you feel invincible?"
Tang Hao snorted coldly, his hoarse voice like ice water in the cold winter, poured on his head without mercy.
The smile on Tang San's face froze.
Tang Hao took two steps forward, his sharp gaze piercing Tang San's eyes. "Do you think level 57 is very high?"
"Do you think that if you have a good Martial Soul and a field, you can sit back and relax?"
"In the eyes of a truly strong person, your current strength is still vulnerable!"
Tang Hao's words were heart-breaking and did not leave any sympathy for his son.
"You've been so lucky along the way."
"Soul Power is up, but your character is not worthy of becoming a top powerhouse!"
Tang San was scolded into silence.
He took a deep breath and suppressed all the complacency he felt just now.
My father was right, you can never be invincible by talking on paper.
"Then what do I need to do to truly become stronger?" Tang San asked simply, without any complaints.
"Follow me."
"I'm going to take you somewhere."
"A place where all the innocence and tenderness in you can be stripped away."
"It's called, Slaughter City."
Slaughter City?
This is a place that makes people shudder just by hearing its name.
Tang Hao introduced coldly, "That is the darkest, bloodiest, and most bottomless place in the entire Douluo Continent."
"That's an underground Underground Arena that only belongs to evil spirits."
"There, there is no morality, no rules, and no external force to rely on."
"Weakness is the original sin. The weak are not even worthy of breathing. They are only worthy of being reduced to playthings and corpses in the hands of others."
"But there is also the most perfect melting pot of strong men in the world."
Tang Hao turned half of his face and looked at his son with extremely stern eyes. "Only those who crawl out of the mountain of corpses, those who squeeze out every drop of blood and fight with all their might, and those who have the desire to kill engraved in their bones can be considered truly strong."
"If you're afraid of death, it's still too late to turn back now."
"I can hide you in the mountains and be a normal Soul Master."
This is an extremely inferior way of provoking a general.
But it works extremely well for Tang San.
The night wind became colder, blowing his long blue hair.
Tang San looked at the swaying ordinary Blue Silver Grass plant on the ground.
Blue Silver King Even ten thousand years of cultivation and life have been entrusted to me, do I have any reason to back down?
The hatred of his mother Ah Yin emerged in his mind, as well as Xiao Wu's pretty face that was always in danger.
Spirit Hall This behemoth is like an insurmountable mountain pressing above its head.
If you don't become strong, you won't even be able to protect your loved ones!
Fear?
Tang San has never found these two words in the dictionary.
He clenched his fists hard and dug his nails into his palms.
The pride belonging to young people in his eyes was completely restrained, and what was ignited was a competitive fire that could start a prairie fire.
"I want to go."
Three words, crisp and clear, with the decisiveness to break the boat.
Tang Hao said no more.
He doesn't need his son's rhetoric, he just needs this attitude.
Tang Hao strode toward the outside of Forest.
Tang San took one last deep look at the vibrant Blue Silver Forest, packing up all the gratitude, unwillingness and hatred into his heart.
Since there is hell ahead, let's break through this hell!
The backs of the father and son merged into the endless night.