The faint aura Tang Hao deliberately released was enough to make the vast majority of soul beasts flee in terror. Tang San, meanwhile, made no effort to restrain his own aura. Black Blue Silver Grass trailed behind him in a long streak; wherever it passed, vegetation withered, soil darkened, and even insects scattered in panic.
They had already traveled for three days and three nights.
At last, at dawn on the fourth day, Tang Hao stopped.
Tang San stopped as well and looked ahead, his pupils narrowing slightly.
Before him lay a sight he had never seen before.
A valley embraced by towering ancient trees was filled with Blue Silver Grass. Dense Blue Silver Grass carpeted the mountains and plains, stretching from the valley entrance all the way to the horizon.
Every stalk of Blue Silver Grass stood taller than a person, its leaves broad and thick, their surfaces gleaming with a faint blue-gold luster. Under the morning light, they resembled a shimmering sea. When the breeze passed through, countless stalks swayed at once with a soft rustle, like an ancient chant from ages past.
The life energy in the air was so dense it nearly seemed tangible. With every breath, pure vitality flowed into the lungs and seeped through the meridians, making the entire body feel at ease. This place was like a paradise forgotten by time, a holy land belonging solely to Blue Silver Grass.
"Blue Silver Forest," Tang Hao said, his voice breaking the silence. "The place where your mother was born."
Tang San's entire body trembled.
He instinctively took a step forward. The black-blue grass beneath his feet seemed to sense something and quivered excitedly. Black vines writhed around his feet, stretching toward Blue Silver Forest like starving beasts catching the scent of blood.
"Go in."