Tang Chuan Obtains a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Bone and a Titled Douluo-Level Guardian (Please Keep Reading)

Ah Yin's movements froze for a moment before she tried several more times.

But each time, her hands passed straight through little Tang Chuan's body.

As though realizing something, Ah Yin lowered her head blankly and stared at her hands.

Several dozen meters away, the Mutated Blue Silver Grass stood with its back to her in silence.

Tang Hao, watching this scene, shut his eyes and turned his head aside. This hurt even more than the wounds on his body.

Ah Yin had not cried when Spirit Hall pursued her and she spent days fleeing for her life.

Ah Yin had not cried when Qian Xunji pierced her body with a single sword, destroying most of her life force.

Ah Yin had not cried when she sacrificed her soul and realized that she might not be able to accompany her child as he grew up.

Ah Yin had not cried when the Mutated Blue Silver Grass promised to care for her child in her stead and protect him with its life.

But now, merely because she could not embrace her own child, the ever-resilient and composed Ah Yin could no longer hold on. Silent tears fell one after another down her smooth cheeks.

Only then did she realize that when they had been held hostage, that had already been her last embrace.

Helplessly, Ah Yin carefully examined every detail of little Tang Chuan from head to toe, wanting to etch her child's appearance deeply into her mind. This was the last gift she could take from this world.

"Right, the gift." Ah Yin suddenly came back to herself and used what little strength she had left to control the Blue Silver Grass, gently placing an exquisite soul bone into Tang Chuan's arms.

"I'm sorry, Chuan'er. This is a belated birthday gift. Mommy is sorry that she won't be able to watch you grow up."

"You must listen to your sister, don't be naughty, don't be a picky eater, don't stay up late, make more friends, and respect your elders."

"Maybe one day, when you learn of what happened to us, you'll be angry. But Mommy hopes you'll live well. Don't seek revenge, don't hate anyone. You've already suffered enough. Mommy doesn't want you to live burdened by hatred."

"If you meet a girl as beautiful as Mommy in the future, you must be careful. Pretty girls are the best at deceiving people."

"Mommy will become a star in the sky. When you feel lost, when you feel lonely, look up at the stars. Mommy will surely be the brightest one among them, so you can find me at a glance."

"Chuan'er, Mommy loves you."

"Mommy will always love you."

"Forever and ever."

Ah Yin pressed her face beside Tang Chuan's cheek and revealed a satisfied smile. Then, she slowly turned into starlight and scattered between heaven and earth.

Yet in the final moment before she lost consciousness, she vaguely saw a woman with an extremely blurry face standing not far away. The woman seemed to be saying something, but Ah Yin could not hear her clearly. Only the mark on the woman's forehead, resembling the Tree of Life, left a deep impression on her.

Ding! The first part of Black World Tang Chuan's life experience has finished playing. In 5 minutes, the life experience of White World Tang San before and after his martial soul awakening will begin playing.

Black World.

Tang Chuan took a deep breath, his eyelids lowered.

Beside him, Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong had both cried until they could barely catch their breath, yet they were still trying their best to think.

How could they comfort Tang Chuan so he would not feel so terrible?

They did not notice.

A graceful figure had long since been standing quietly behind them. Without saying a word, she merely stretched out her delicate hands and gently wrapped them around Tang Chuan's neck.

An air of tranquil comfort, like a spring breeze, flowed around this woman. Her long, aqua-blue hair hung straight down.

Her face was an elegantly defined oval, her brows like distant mountains and her eyes like autumn water. Her soft, rosy lips were full without being ostentatious, always carrying a faint, almost imperceptible smile. Even the air around her seemed to grow softer.

She wore a pale white gauze silk dress. Her slender waist seemed small enough to fit in one hand, while the dress followed her proud curves perfectly, outlining her gentle and serene temperament to perfection.

"Big Sister Lan Yin, when did you get here?"

Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong were startled by Lan Yin's sudden action.

Lan Yin smiled lightly, then leaned close to Tang Chuan's ear and softly said, "Your Highness, if your heart hurts, you can lean into my arms, just like when we were children."

"No, you misunderstand."

Tang Chuan shook his head, then slowly rose to his feet and pointed at the heavenly screen.

"I'm not upset. I'm happy. Didn't you notice the image from the final few seconds?"

All three of them looked somewhat bewildered.

Tang Chuan smiled and explained.

"The figure my mother saw at the end was actually a trace of the God King Goddess of Life's attention. Perhaps she could not bear it, or perhaps there was some other reason, so she intervened and preserved the final wisp of my mother's soul within the Blue Silver Emperor's Right Leg Bone."

"After all, gods cannot interfere with the lower realm at will. I'm already deeply grateful that she was willing to act. At least she left me a sliver of hope, giving me even greater motivation to strive for godhood."

"So, Brother Chuan, your mother isn't dead. Her soul is just too weak, and at the very least, you'll have to become a god before you can revive her, right?" Ning Rongrong was the first to react, her voice full of astonishment.

"That's wonderful." Xiao Wu also broke into a smile through her tears, finally letting out a long breath of relief.

"So that's how it is. Then the faint aura I sensed from the Blue Silver Emperor's Right Leg Bone before wasn't an illusion." Lan Yin nodded to herself.

"This heavenly screen is rather interesting. I never expected it to give me such a huge surprise."

Tang Chuan had finally let go of the obsession in his heart and was in an excellent mood. He decided to temporarily forgive the heavenly screen for the offense of wanting to broadcast his dark history.

Over in the White World.

Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, Hu Liena, and the other more emotional girls had likewise cried uncontrollably.

Zhu Zhuqing lowered her head in silence.

Qian Renxue remained expressionless, but as she stared at Ah Yin's gentle face, deep envy flashed through her eyes.

If only her mother could also... Sigh...

Of course, apart from them.

The attention of Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo, Spirit Hall's consecrates, Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo, the Clear Sky Sect experts, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan experts, Flender, Yu Xiaogang, Tang San, and the others was focused on something else.

They recalled the incomparably beautiful treasure in little Tang Chuan's arms.

Their eyes were filled with fervor, envy, and jealousy.

A soul bone.

A hundred-thousand-year soul bone.

A newborn infant had obtained, just like that, a supreme heavenly treasure that countless people pursued their entire lives. Was anyone else supposed to live?

And amid such a lively atmosphere, Tang San alone appeared especially strange.

He stared blankly at the heavenly screen for quite a while, his eyes full of confusion.

Since Tang Chuan from the Black World had a hundred-thousand-year soul bone.

Then where was my hundred-thousand-year soul bone?