Blue Silver Emperor & Clear Sky Hammer

Tang San took a deep breath and stepped out from the back of the line.

His steps were steady, his back straight, and his dark blue eyes shone with a composure that did not belong to a six-year-old child.

Six years of waiting, all his endurance and suppression, would come to an end today.

The Tang Sect's secret arts, memories of his past life, and the system's assistance had all been for this day. Once his awakening was complete, the system would provide the optimal cultivation plan. With his peerless talent and the foundation he had accumulated in his previous life, he would become the most dazzling genius of this era.

As for whether something might go wrong during the awakening? Tang San had never considered that.

His father was the Clear Sky Douluo, the youngest Titled Douluo in Soul Land. His mother was the hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Emperor, one of the highest existences among soul beasts.

His bloodline was among the most supreme bloodlines in Soul Land. How could someone who had inherited such a supreme bloodline possibly encounter a problem?

Tang San stepped into the center of the hexagram formation, closed his eyes, and sank his mind into his body.

Su Yuntao rapidly formed hand seals, sending six streams of soul power into the crystals on the ground.

The hexagram formation lit up once more. Milky-white light surged from the six crystals, swiftly flowing along the patterns on the floor before gathering in the center of the formation and enveloping Tang San completely.

Warm energy seeped into Tang San's body from all directions. He felt as though he had been wrapped in a warm, comforting world, indescribably at ease. The warmth penetrated his body, and then, drawn by that gentle energy, something within him seemed on the verge of shattering as it surged toward his palms.

Tang San kept his eyes closed, immersed in the warm current.

Yet no one noticed that, a hundred feet above the hall's dome, two figures stood in midair, looking through layers of space and taking in everything below.

Tang Ling stood with his hands behind his back, his robes drifting gently in the air. Not a trace of spiritual energy leaked from his body, yet he stood steadily in the void, as though his feet rested on invisible steps.

Beside him, Xiao Wu clutched his sleeve tightly, craning her little head downward. Her large eyes were filled with curiosity.

"Big Brother," Xiao Wu whispered, as though sharing a secret, "is that ungrateful wretch awakening his martial soul?"

Tang Ling gave a slight nod, his gaze passing through the roof and falling upon the six-year-old child at the center of the formation.

After his breakthrough in strength, his divine sense was no longer what it had once been.

Tang San's internal condition was laid bare before his eyes in every detail. The pale golden power that had lain dormant within Tang San and suppressed him for six whole years carried a faintly similar aura to the system's power within Tang Ling himself. But compared to his own, the thing inside Tang San was dimmer and clumsier, like a defective product generated under the same set of rules.

"It's been hiding quite deeply." Tang Ling murmured to himself, a teasing curve appearing at the corner of his lips.

For the past six years, this low-grade version of the system had been suppressing Tang San's Mysterious Heaven Skill cultivation, as well as his martial soul awakening.

Tang Ling did not know what exactly it was plotting, but he knew one thing clearly: whatever the system was doing would definitely benefit Tang San. And anything Tang San's system wanted to accomplish could not be allowed to succeed.

"Since we're here to watch the show, we might as well watch it properly."

Tang Ling suddenly chuckled and raised a finger toward Tang San below.

The gesture was light and casual, without the slightest gleam of spiritual energy or any heavenly phenomenon, as though he had simply drawn a line through the air. But the instant that finger descended, the pale golden membrane within Tang San's body seemed to be struck viciously by an invisible sledgehammer, shattering at once.

Crack—

Tang San vaguely heard the crisp sound of something breaking, but before he could make out what it was, an immense power far beyond his expectations erupted from the depths of his dantian.

That power was like a volcano that had been suppressed for ten thousand years. Once it erupted, nothing could stop it.

The Blue Silver Grass bloodline, which should have awakened only a single thread, was fully activated beneath the impact of that power. The genes of the ancient Blue Silver Emperor spread like blazing flames that had been set alight. Yet the aftershock of that force did not stop. It continued climbing along Tang San's bloodline, crashing toward another inheritance dormant deep within his body.

It was the bloodline of the Clear Sky Douluo.

The awakening power of the Blue Silver Emperor and the inheritance power of the Clear Sky Hammer—one had been firmly suppressed by the system, while the other had slumbered deep within his bloodline, awaiting the chance to awaken. Now, beneath Tang Ling's single finger, the pale golden restraint shattered explosively. The two powers were no longer bound, awakening at the same time like floodwaters bursting through a dam. They violently collided, intertwined, and fused within Tang San's meridians, ultimately becoming two unstoppable torrents that erupted together.

Tang San's entire body shook violently at the center of the formation, and light flared uncontrollably from both palms.

Su Yuntao's previously indifferent expression abruptly froze.

He jerked his head up and stared fixedly at Tang San in the center of the formation.

A layer of pale blue light was spreading outward from Tang San's body. It was not dazzling, gentle as water, yet it carried a pressure that made hearts tremble.

Wherever the light reached, the newly awakened martial soul auras of the other children in the hall were suppressed until they nearly vanished. Several timid children even involuntarily took half a step back.

"This... this is..." Su Yuntao's voice trembled.

Before he could finish speaking, the light in Tang San's right palm suddenly brightened, and a stalk of Blue Silver Grass slowly emerged.

No—it was absolutely not ordinary Blue Silver Grass.

The leaves of ordinary Blue Silver Grass were as thin as hair, its stalks frail and boneless. But the Blue Silver Grass in this child's hand had broad, sword-like leaves covered in intricate golden patterns. Every pattern slowly flowed, as though life itself ran through the leaf veins. Three faint golden rings coiled around the stalk, radiating an ancient and noble aura.

Su Yuntao froze in place, his eyes wide and round. His lips trembled for a long time before he finally squeezed out the words, "Blue Silver... Blue Silver Emperor?! That's impossible! How could a Blue Silver Emperor martial soul appear in a six-year-old child?!"

It was not over yet.

The instant his words fell, Tang San's left palm lit up as well.

A mass of dark golden light rapidly condensed. Accompanied by a low, heavy hum, a pitch-black hammer covered in profound patterns appeared out of thin air in his hand.

Clear Sky Hammer.

The hammer did not appear particularly large, but the instant it emerged, the air throughout the entire hall seemed to freeze for a moment.

The six soul power crystals on the ground erupted with blinding light at the same time. Then, with a crisp crack, the crystal closest to Tang San was unable to withstand the pressure and split with a thin fissure.

"Twin martial souls!" Su Yuntao could no longer restrain his voice and practically screamed, "Blue Silver Emperor and Clear Sky Hammer! Heavens—!"

Old Jack, standing in the corner, gaped wide-mouthed as the smoking pipe in his hand fell to the floor with a clatter.

He had lived for more than sixty years, yet he had never seen a scene like this.

Holy Soul Village had not produced a single decent soul master in all these years, yet this time it had actually produced a genius with twin martial souls?!

The hall erupted into an uproar.

Though the children did not really understand what "twin martial souls" meant, Su Yuntao's ghost-struck expression told them that Tang San's awakened martial souls were anything but ordinary.

The adults were even more animated, whispering and discussing among themselves.

"Clear Sky Hammer... isn't that the legendary number-one weapon martial soul in the world?"

"And what is a Blue Silver Emperor?"

"Whose child is this? From Holy Soul Village? Isn't that some tiny village poor enough to rattle?"

Tang San slowly opened his eyes. Looking at the two utterly different glows in his hands, the corner of his lips lifted slightly.

Blue Silver Emperor, Clear Sky Hammer. One was his mother's bloodline; the other, his father's legacy. Both powers sensed his emotions and gave off a faint hum at the same time.

Tang San could feel that the two powers shared the same origin and root, blending perfectly within him as though they had always belonged to the same person.

He had waited far too long for this day.