Exposing Tang Hao's Hypocritical Face, Scheming for Ah Yin's Spirit Ring!

Hearing that her son had endured the agony of being burned by fire, Ah Yin could not stop her tears from streaming down, her heart aching with pain.

As a Blue Silver Grass, the thing she feared most was fire.

She could not even begin to imagine the suffering of being consumed by raging flames with no way to escape.

"Xiao'er... my son..."

Ah Yin wept until her heart felt as though it were being torn apart.

Tang Xiao, however, only offered a gentle, comforting reply:

"Mother, it is nothing; it is all in the past."

"However, the most dangerous moment was not that great fire."

A profound glint flashed through Tang Xiao's eyes.

"When I was just over a year old, a century-old Datura Snake discovered my uniqueness and sought to devour me to evolve."

"Its venom was incredibly potent; the moment it dripped onto my leaves, it began to corrode my very essence."

"The agony of that virulent poison entering my body and causing my essence to collapse was a hundred times worse than being burned by fire."

"To survive, I had no choice but to sever those poison-tainted leaves myself, and I even had to cut away half of my own roots."

"In that battle, I nearly lost my soul, and I had to slumber in the soil for an entire year before I could barely wake up."

Tang Xiao's words plunged the entire temple into a stifling silence.

Zhong Lingyue's eyes reddened as well.

Looking at the man before her, she finally understood the harrowing price he had paid for the immense strength he possessed today.

Ah Yin was already sobbing uncontrollably.

She pulled Tang Xiao into an embrace; although he was but an illusory soul, she poured every ounce of her strength into trying to offer her son a shred of warmth.

"It is all Mother's fault... Mother was so useless..."

"If I hadn't sacrificed myself back then, if I could have stayed by your side, you would never have suffered so much..."

Ah Yin's voice was filled with self-reproach and regret.

She hated Tang Hao for his heartlessness, but she hated her own helplessness even more.

Tang Xiao reached out his hands, gently wrapping them around his mother, and said in a soft voice:

"Mother, do not blame yourself. This was all the arrangement of fate."

"Besides, it was precisely because I endured these hardships that my will became so incredibly resilient."

"It was also these life-and-death crises that ignited the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline within me, allowing me to awaken step by step and become the Supreme Blue Silver Emperor."

Tang Xiao looked at Ah Yin, his eyes filled with sincerity.

"Therefore, you need not reproach yourself."

"Now that I am powerful, in the days to come, I will protect you. No one shall ever be able to harm you again, not even in the slightest."

Listening to Tang Xiao's thoughtful and powerful words, Ah Yin's heart was filled with warmth and pride.

She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, looked at Tang Xiao, and nodded heavily.

"Very well, Mother will listen to you."

"Xiao'er, you have truly grown up; you have become a man who stands tall between heaven and earth."

Seeing this, Zhong Lingyue stepped forward, handed over a silk handkerchief with a pained expression, and comforted her softly:

"Mother, His Majesty is right. After a great disaster, there must be great fortune."

"His Majesty is now a God King; on this continent, no one is his match."

"You should be happy."

Ah Yin took the handkerchief, wiped the tear stains from her face, and looked at Zhong Lingyue with eyes full of affection.

"Good child, thank you."

"All these years, it is thanks to you for staying by Xiao'er's side and helping him manage this empire."

Inside the Blue Silver Temple, the previously oppressive atmosphere gradually eased under Tang Xiao's gentle comfort.

Ah Yin leaned back against the blue crystal chair, watching her eldest son, who had grown into the ruler of an empire. Though the tears in her eyes had not yet fully dried, the pain in her heart was eclipsed by a deep sense of pride.

Above the firmament outside the temple, a low, grand rumble suddenly echoed.

After a moment of silence, the massive golden Sky Screen erupted with ten thousand rays of light. The list, which had been perfectly still, began to ripple like water.

"Look, the Sky Screen has changed again!"

Outside the temple, countless soldiers and citizens of the Blue Silver Empire looked up, gazing at the golden light curtain that obscured the sun.

They saw the golden characters belonging to Tang Hao on the Sky Screen slowly fade away, replaced by a vast and clear image.

It was the Heavenly Dao Gold List displaying the past battle records and highlight moments of those on the list.

In the image, there was a dense, ancient forest where towering trees blocked out the sky, and the air was thick with a palpable, murderous intent.

"Is that... the Star Dou Great Forest?"

Ah Yin stared at the images on the Sky Screen, her body trembling violently as her hands gripped the armrests of her crystal chair.

That was a place she would never forget for the rest of her life.

It was the place where her nightmare began.

In the scene, a young man wearing a tattered black robe with a wild, arrogant expression held a massive black iron hammer, shielding a woman in blue beside him as they fled through the woods.

The young man was Tang Hao in his youth, and the woman in blue was Ah Yin.

Behind them, the void tore open repeatedly, and figures exuding immense pressure followed like shadows, relentless in their pursuit.

The leader, dressed in brilliant golden robes and wearing a papal crown, had golden hair dancing in the wind, his entire body shrouded in a noble and sacred radiance.

The former Pope of Spirit Hall, Qian Xunji!

Beside Qian Xunji followed several Title Douluo with unfathomable auras, among them the current Spirit Hall Empire's Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei.

"Tang Hao, you dare to collude with a soul beast; you are a disgrace to the world of soul masters!"

Qian Xunji's voice pierced through time and space, echoing across the Sky Screen with the tone of a condescending judgment.

"Hand over that hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Emperor, and perhaps, for the sake of the Clear Sky Sect, I will leave your corpse intact!"

In the scene, Tang Hao spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with ferocity as he held the black iron hammer horizontally across his chest.

"Qian Xunji, if you want Ah Yin's soul ring, ask the Clear Sky Hammer in my hands first!"

The great battle erupted in an instant.

It was a battle of extreme tragedy.

The gap between the two sides was like a chasm.

In the scene, Tang Hao resisted with his life, pushing the Great Sumeru Hammer Technique to its limit, yet he still retreated step by step under the siege of several Title Douluo.

Deep, bone-visible wounds appeared on his body one after another, and blood stained his black robe a dark red.

"Overestimating your own strength."

Qian Xunji let out a cold snort, and the Six-Winged Angel spirit behind him shone brilliantly. A massive golden holy sword condensed in the air, carrying the power to judge all things, and slashed down toward the exhausted Tang Hao.

That sword was unavoidable.

Seeing that Tang Hao was about to be obliterated, body and soul, by that strike, the Ah Yin in the scene revealed a look of determination and sorrow in her eyes.

She glanced at the newborn infant in her arms, then at the blood-soaked Tang Hao, and finally made the decision that changed everyone's fate.

"Hao, live on..."

The Ah Yin in the scene smiled, her entire body transforming into a dazzling blue flame as she rushed toward the golden holy sword.

That was no ordinary defense; it was the sacrifice of a hundred-thousand-year soul beast!

The blue fire of life melted Qian Xunji's holy sword, and surging life energy poured into Tang Hao's body like a tidal wave.

A blood-red ninth soul ring rose slowly beneath Tang Hao's feet.

Having fused with the ninth soul ring, Tang Hao's strength skyrocketed. Relying on the divine skill of ring detonation, he forcibly dealt a heavy blow to Qian Xunji and carved out a bloody path to escape.

The scene finally froze on the image of Qian Xunji coughing up blood in defeat, while Tang Hao stood amidst the ruins, holding the infant and laughing wildly.