Ye Xishui's Memories, a Complicated Past and Tangled Emotions

Long Wushang stared into Ye Xishui's seemingly unruffled eyes. It seemed his mother had no intention of telling him.

But since things had already come to this, there was no point dragging it out. The storm would come eventually; rather than wait for it to strike when he was completely unprepared, it was better to face it now while he was still mentally ready.

With that thought, Long Wushang made up his mind. He took a deep breath, and his expression turned serious.

"Mother, I have been different from ordinary people since childhood. You should understand that in your heart."

"Some things may escape others' notice, but they are no secret to me. I knew long ago that you possessed a second martial soul, and that martial soul is the Light Phoenix."

Long Wushang's Original Sin Demon Puppet Martial Soul had never hunted a Soul Ring throughout his cultivation. Yet the Soul Rings on his martial soul had appeared one after another as his strength increased, as though he could obtain them from thin air without hunting soul beasts.

How could such a bizarre method of cultivation possibly escape the notice of Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao, two Soul Masters standing at the very peak of the continent?

Therefore, Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao had definitely noticed something in their hearts, but simply never voiced it. Everyone understood this perfectly well.

They all knew that Long Wushang possessed some astonishing fortune. Ye Xishui had even vaguely guessed that her son might be connected to the gods of legend.

Ye Xishui had never doubted that Douluo Continent had once possessed divine inheritances.

Whether it was the ancient ruins that had been passed down to this day or the relics treasured by various factions, all had left behind traces of the gods.