Dead silence. Utter dead silence.
In the vast, desolate Sea of Consciousness, Tang San's golden silhouette fell truly silent.
In truth, he had known all along that this veil would be pierced sooner or later. Blue Silver Grass alone, or a lone Clear Sky Hammer, could still be explained away as an ordinary inheritance or an unusual encounter. But in this world, he alone had once wielded both mighty martial souls, Blue Silver Grass and the Clear Sky Hammer. Both sprang from the same source, an unparalleled pairing-the only such case in the entire history of the Douluo Continent.
Tang Wulin's questioning was far too calm. There was no fury, no agitation, only doubts accumulated over years and a penetrating clarity. It blocked every avenue for evasion, leaving him momentarily speechless.
How was he supposed to explain?
Was he to tell this child, who had grown up amid the trials of the mortal world, that he was the son of the supreme Sea God, that a true god's blood flowed in his veins? Was he to tell him that his birth on the Douluo Continent and all the hardships he had endured alone stemmed from entanglements in the Divine Realm beyond their control?
He had watched over this lonely Sea of Consciousness year after year, dwelling in silence for so long that he had already gathered the resolve to reveal everything. As his emotions surged, Tang San prepared to cast off every disguise and lay bare the entire truth.
Yet just as the golden silhouette was about to solidify, just as the secret was about to be revealed, Tang Wulin suddenly gave a faint smile.
The boy raised his eyes and gently waved a hand at the golden figure floating before him. His voice was candid and calm, without the