Ah Yin Sacrifices Her Soul, Xiao Wu Breaks Down

Qian Xunji could only watch as a Clear Sky Hammer dozens of times larger than normal came hurtling at him from the side. Everything in its path was reduced to ruins, and he could feel an immense threat from this attack.

Because the Clear Sky Hammer's attack covered such a wide area, Qian Xunji had no time to retreat and could only raise his sword before him.

Clang!

A crisp metallic collision rang out.

Qian Xunji bent his legs slightly and braced himself against the ground, yet he was still blasted back hundreds of meters before barely coming to a stop.

The blow not only made his blood and qi churn, but also carved two deep trenches into the ground.

"You actually broke through?"

Feeling the aura around Tang Hao, far surpassing that of an ordinary Titled Douluo, Qian Xunji's expression gradually turned solemn.

Level eighty-nine and level ninety.

They seemed to differ by only one level, yet their strength could undergo a world-shaking transformation.

And after absorbing a soul ring, that boost would become even greater.

Having forced Qian Xunji back with a single blow, Tang Hao dragged his injured arm and limped forward, slowly placing himself in front of his wife and child.

He no longer shouted, nor did he question them in rage. Even his breathing was steady and utterly calm.

Yet this calm was far more suffocating than anger.

"I give up, Ah Yin. It seems I won't have the chance to live with you both in the future. Promise me you'll take Chuan'er and live well."

Tang Hao smiled as he watched Qian Xunji gradually rise into the air, activating both his Martial Soul True Body and his ninth soul skill.

His eyes were filled with resolve, coldness, contempt, and the determination to stake everything on one desperate gamble.

One after another, the soul rings around him began to crack with sharp "crack, crack" sounds, as fractures spread across their entire surfaces.

Ring Detonation!

This was the Clear Sky Sect's secret technique, and Tang Hao's trump card.

While this move could unleash terrifying destructive power, its backlash on the user was equally immense.

Not to mention that he was already seriously injured.

It could be said that Tang Hao had truly begun fighting for his life.

Elsewhere, the weakened Ah Yin suddenly felt an immense surge of life force continuously pouring into her body.

She slowly opened her eyes and quickly recognized this mutated Blue Silver Grass with its exceptionally powerful concealment abilities.

This Blue Silver Grass had clearly cultivated for only ten thousand years, yet the concentration of life force within it was even more terrifying than that of the eighty-thousand-year Blue Silver King in the Blue Silver Forest.

The mutated Blue Silver Grass returned little Tang Chuan to Ah Yin's side, then continuously transferred the life force within its body into Ah Yin.

The subjects of the Blue Silver Emperor were born with the instinct to devote everything to their emperor, even their lives.

But unfortunately, it was far too weak. The damage inflicted by a Titled Douluo was not something a mere ten-thousand-year soul beast could heal.

Before long, the mutated Blue Silver Grass visibly withered away and fell unconscious.

Ah Yin lightly clenched her fist and found that she had regained enough strength to stand.

She slowly rose to her feet and carefully placed the mutated Blue Silver Grass in little Tang Chuan's arms.

Little Tang Chuan had no idea what was happening. After crying himself to sleep, he even hugged the mutated Blue Silver Grass tightly.

Ah Yin deeply engraved this sight into her heart, her eyes filled with reluctance and attachment.

With a gentle wave of her hand, countless Blue Silver Grasses formed a cradle, then tightly protected the two as they silently fled into the distance. When she turned around, there was no longer a trace of hesitation in her eyes, and a brilliant light began to burn around her body.

White World.

Drip, drip.

Ning Rongrong had been focused on the heavenly screen when she suddenly felt several scalding tears land on the back of her hand.

She froze for a moment, then turned to look at Xiao Wu in her arms, only to find that Xiao Wu was already crying uncontrollably, her face pale as paper.

Ning Rongrong immediately became flustered. "Xiao Wu, what's wrong? Don't cry. If you cry now, I'm afraid I won't be able to stop myself from crying too."

Yet Xiao Wu did not react. She only stared blankly at the heavenly screen and murmured, "Soul sacrifice... she's actually sacrificing her soul!"

"What?"

"Soul sacrifice? What does that mean?"

Everyone looked utterly confused.

Dai Mubai asked in surprise, "Is this soul sacrifice different from Tang San's mother's sacrifice?"

"It's different." Xiao Wu's delicate body trembled. "Tang San's mother sacrificed her lifelong cultivation and life force. Under those circumstances, she could preserve her complete soul and revert to Blue Silver Grass form. In the future, she would only need to accumulate her cultivation again and reshape her human form to be reborn through nirvana."

"But soul sacrifice is the most tyrannical form of sacrifice."

"It requires sacrificing not only one's life essence, but also one's soul."

"And this kind of sacrifice can ignore all rules. Whether it is a soul ring or a soul bone, their fusion will succeed without fail."

Liu Erlong subconsciously swallowed and carefully asked, "Then... what is the price?"

"Once this method of sacrifice is used, that soul beast will never be reincarnated for all eternity."

The Shrek group instantly fell into dead silence.

Xiao Wu began sobbing softly. "Why? They tried so hard, yet Spirit Hall still refused to let them go. Do soul beasts really deserve to die? Don't they have the right to live?"

Tang San opened his mouth, but he did not know how to comfort her. Even the usually lively Oscar and Ma Hongjun were unusually silent.

Flender let out a deep sigh, adjusted his glasses, and looked toward the Shrek Seven Monsters.

"Since ancient times, if soul masters wished to grow stronger, they had to kill soul beasts and absorb soul rings. This is the absolute rule governing the soul master system."

"From that perspective, Spirit Hall did nothing wrong. It is only because they targeted our family and friends that we cannot accept it."

"Think about it. If the one sacrificing herself in the White World had not been Tang San's mother, would you still feel this miserable?"

"Certainly not. We are strangers, after all. At most, we would sympathize with her. Trying to fundamentally solve the issue of soul masters and soul beasts coexisting is almost impossible."

"So the only thing we can do is cultivate diligently and increase our strength."

"So that when we encounter something like this in the future, we will have the courage to step forward and tell them to get lost."

After that helping of heartfelt advice, the Shrek group finally recovered from their low spirits.

Not far away, Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo both revealed satisfied smiles. "It seems that sending Rongrong to train at Shrek Academy was indeed a very wise decision."

"Yes. When Rongrong left three years ago, she was only a level twenty-six Grand Soul Master. Now she has already reached the realm of a four-ring Soul Ancestor, and even her Martial Soul has evolved into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. Other than Shrek, what academy has such ability?"

"Of course, Tang San deserves much of the credit. If he had not brought out the Immortal Herb, Rongrong might not have received such an opportunity."

"The only pity is that there was only one such immortal treasure!"

Ning Fengzhi shook his head regretfully.

As the two spoke, Sword Douluo suddenly thought of something and slapped his forehead.

"Ah, I nearly forgot. That Tang Chuan from the Black World seems to have joined Spirit Hall. What will happen to my Rongrong, then? Can her Martial Soul still evolve?"

Although the Ning Rongrong of the Black World was from a parallel world, Sword Douluo cared for both of them equally and could not help feeling worried.

When he thought about how the heavenly screen might later show White World Tang San giving Rongrong an Immortal Herb while Black World Ning Rongrong received nothing, it was simply too heartbreaking.

"Uncle Sword, you're thinking too far ahead. There's not even any sign of it yet."

Ning Fengzhi shook his head helplessly and continued watching the heavenly screen.

The story of the Black World was also about to reach its final conclusion.