Once again encountering the fire attribute, in less than half a minute's Time, Tang San completed three consecutive defeats at light speed.
The same formula, the same taste, almost no ability to fight back.
On the huge octagonal arena, he looked bewildered and helpless, staring blankly as the replica before him dissolved into countless specks of light and vanished.
He was then mercilessly pronounced by a mechanical voice: "Challenge failed. Please note, the trial participant will leave Feixian City and return to their original World in five seconds."
"5!" ...
Listening to the vast voice above his head, a wave of unspeakable bitterness suddenly surged in Tang San's heart.
The confusion about this inexplicable experience, the shock of the various strange sights and sounds, the unwillingness of returning empty-handed from a treasure mountain, and the fear related to certain things and information about himself inside, etc.
All burst out at once, a mix of overwhelming emotions.
Just then, a thunderous roar suddenly exploded in his mind: "You are simply a pile of mud that cannot be helped! You have truly disappointed this Venerable."
This voice came directly from the depths of his consciousness, immensely vast and majestic, like facing a wrathful Vajra Buddha, shaking his entire divine soul incessantly.
Just as Tang San was about to ask something, a long, golden token resembling the tail feather of a certain bird suddenly appeared before him, emitting brilliant golden light.
In the middle of the clear feather pattern, three large seal script characters were engraved: Feixian Token.
Without giving him a chance to speak, that voice once again swept through his entire consciousness with immense power.
"Keep everything that happened here rotten in your gut. Do not reveal it to anyone, including the very existence of Feixian City.
Otherwise, your soul and spirit will scatter, and you won't even have a chance to reincarnate after death."
The countdown had just reached one.
When he opened his eyes again, he had reappeared in the Star Dou Great Forest.
Tang San suddenly sat up from the ground, holding the yellow feather in his hand.
However, the brilliant golden light was gone, and even the three characters Feixian Token had disappeared, as if it were truly just an ordinary bird feather.
The moment he sat up, he suddenly saw a black figure in the distant woods, carrying a fierce wind, rapidly piercing through like a cannonball.
Two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red, nine spirit rings were dazzlingly bright.
A terrifying spirit power pressure swept in all directions, almost causing his brain to crash instantly.
Time returned to a few seconds ago.
Seeing the nine Shrek individuals suddenly all fall to the ground, without the slightest sign of resistance, withdrawing from their Spirit possession state and losing consciousness, Tang Hao couldn't sit still for a moment.
He immediately erupted with full power and rushed from his hiding place.
This group included three Spirit Saint experts.
Anyone capable of achieving such a result, even if not as strong as himself, was already not far off.
Landing on the ground, Tang Hao grabbed his son's shoulder.
After sweeping his spirit power over his entire body and finding no abnormalities, he asked with full of shock and uncertainty: "Little San, are you alright? What just happened?"
Without waiting for Tang San to answer, he raised his head again, his angry roar containing spirit power, shaking the surrounding leaves down rustling.
"Who are you? Get out here!"
"Father?" Bing Qing Yu Jie was stunned again, her mouth half-open, her expression bewildered, her gaze filled with extreme horror as she looked at the figure beside her, who was all too familiar.
His hair was messy, his beard scraggly, his clothes old, torn, and stained, his sallow face extremely weathered.
Anyone who saw him would only think he was a down-and-out farmer.
In the past, he had always thought so.
However, at this moment, seeing those nine glittering spirit rings and sensing the terrifying spirit power pressure surging around him like a tsunami.
He was instantly so shocked he couldn't even speak.
Father was actually a Titled Douluo, and a powerful Titled Douluo with a ninth 100,000-year spirit ring, this...
At the same Time San Zi woke up, Flender and the others also woke up immediately after.
Seeing a Titled Douluo expert suddenly appear beside them, seemingly protecting them, they were also completely bewildered.
After a moment of daze, Tang San reacted.
He quickly pulled on Tang Hao's sleeve and said: "Father, there's no one, we're fine too."
"What exactly just happened?"
Tang San weighed his words carefully, "Father, please believe me, it wasn't a bad thing.
It's just that I can't tell you yet."
...After comforting Tang Hao, everyone took out tents from their spirit tools and quickly set up a simple camp.
Ma Hongjun was making a fire, Shao Xin was preparing food, while Tang San went into his own tent, silently thinking about that strange experience he just had.
He felt he was a smart person, good at discovering the truth from clues.
And the things he had just seen and heard, too many places were off, even bizarre.
Firstly, at least half an hour had passed inside, but outside it wasn't even five seconds.
According to Tang Hao, they had almost just fainted before waking up again.
Calculating the Time flow ratio, it was at least 350 times.
Secondly, an existence that could prevent a Level 96 Super Douluo with a ninth 100,000-year spirit ring from sensing even a trace of presence, what kind of strength did the being responsible for guiding them possess?
Was it above Level 100?
Also, when he subtly probed just now, everyone else, including Flender and the three Spirit Saints, completely didn't remember what had happened inside.
They were still chattering and asking what he had seen, their faces full of surprise, their expressions not feigned.
This indicated that either what he had just entered was an illusion, and the others were fake illusions created.
Or, they had not passed the trial, and their memories were erased.
Tang San was more inclined towards the latter; he likely escaped disaster because of the help from that last voice.
Too much information was missing; thinking too much about these things was useless.
Burying the doubts deep in his heart, Bing Qing Yu Jie quickly began to ponder the five opponents he encountered in the trial, especially the Spirit Ability combinations of the two Blue Silver Emperor Spirits.
He knew Binding was a divine skill of the plant system.
Even with a background like Nangong Lingyun's, he chose this skill for his first spirit ring, showing its preciousness and powerful might.
But using the principle of the Five Elements generating each other, attaching a fire-attribute spirit ring to a plant Spirit, a similar combination method, seemed to have never been seen in Douluo?
Teacher had also said that when hunting spirit rings, one must choose attributes and abilities that match, so as to better develop and evolve the Spirit.
However, based on the feeling during the battle, the power of wood generating fire seemed to even exceed that of pure fire attribute?
Perhaps this was the true direction for the Blue Silver Emperor's powerful development.
As San Zi was thinking, Tang Hao walked in from outside.
After his identity was exposed, he did not leave but simply joined the spirit hunting team openly.
Seeing his Father, a clear hint of joy immediately flashed across Tang San's face, "Father, you came at the right Time.
I just had something I wanted to ask?
Do you know what the Blue Silver Emperor is?"
Earlier in the Flying Immortal Trial, whether it was the result of the colored ball's talent test on him, or the opponents with the same Spirit assigned later, they all called the Blue Silver Grass the Blue Silver Emperor.
This was one of his many doubts.
Hearing his son's question, Tang Hao's expression froze for a moment.
After a slight unnatural stiffness, he sat on the ground and said: "I originally didn't want to tell you so early, but it seems you already know."
What do I know?
Tang San looked bewildered.