At the edge of the forest, Tang San felt the fresh breath coming towards him and instantly felt refreshed.
However, just as he was immersing himself in this tranquility, an old and deep voice suddenly sounded in his heart.
"Great King, is that really you? You finally came. Please, come here."
"King? Is this speaking to me?"
Tang San was shocked. Almost instinctively, he extended his right hand, and the pale blue Blue Silver Grass spiraled out rapidly, forming a barrier to protect him.
"Who are you?" Tang San asked sternly, scanning the surroundings vigilantly.
That old voice sounded again, carrying a bit of excitement and respect. "King, I am your most loyal subordinate. It has been more than twenty years since you left the Blue Silver Forest. Seeing you again, I am truly happy."
"More than twenty years?" The doubt in Tang San's eyes deepened, and a vague guess formed in his heart.
He muttered to himself, "The King he speaks of, could it be my mother?"
Thinking of this, the doubts in Tang San's heart gradually dissipated.
He took a deep breath and slowly stepped into the forest.
The Blue Silver Grass swayed gently beneath his feet, as if guiding his way.
After walking for about an hour, Tang San stopped in front of a huge vine.
The vine was entirely blue, its surface covered with complex patterns. And right in the center of the vine, there was actually a mark condensed that looked like a human face.
"Are you the one calling me?" Tang San stared tightly at the vine in front of him, even more vigilant in his heart.
The human face in the center of the vine moved, revealing a very human-like expression. "Great King, it is indeed I calling you."
"Who are you? Why do you call me King?" Tang San asked curiously, his gaze probing.
The vine smiled slightly, its voice carrying a bit of respect. "Because the blood flowing in your body is nobler than mine. If I am the King of Blue Silver Grass, then you are the Emperor among Blue Silver Grass."
Hearing this sentence, Tang San was shaken.
He had heard his father Tang Hao mention that his mother was indeed the transformation of a hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Emperor.
Could it be that his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul was not a trash Martial Soul, but the uniquely endowed Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul?
The Blue Silver King continued, "The Blue Silver Emperor bloodline is passed down in a single line. Only when the previous Blue Silver Emperor passes away will the next generation appear."
"Twenty years ago, the King left the forest. Fifteen years ago, I suddenly sensed that the King's aura was very weak, as if she could pass away at any time."
Speaking of this, the Blue Silver King's expression became grief-stricken and indignant. "Without the imperial bloodline, how can we maintain the barrier and hide in this forest?"
"Hahaha, later I finally understood a truth." The Blue Silver King suddenly laughed loudly, its voice carrying a bit of madness.
"If the King passes away, can't I just ascend the throne?"
Before his voice fell, the Blue Silver King stared at Tang San with burning eyes, its tone carrying a bit of greed.
"But I waited for fifteen years, and the King actually hadn't died yet. Only today did I know that there is actually a bloodline of the imperial family left outside."
"That is you!"
As the Blue Silver King's voice fell, vigorous soul power erupted from its body, and a gale instantly swept up in the Blue Silver Forest.
Tang San felt a powerful oppressive force attacking him, and his heart sank instantly.
"Not good!" Alarm bells rang in Tang San's heart.
Almost instantly, he flipped his right hand, and the Zhuge Divine Crossbow appeared.
He pulled the trigger without hesitation. Sixteen sharp arrows whistled out, shooting straight at the Blue Silver King.
"Ding ding ding!"
A series of collision sounds rang out. The sharp arrows didn't even scratch the skin of the vine and fell to the ground one after another.
"This!" Tang San's pupils shrank suddenly, shocked inwardly.
He had never encountered such powerful defense; even the Zhuge Divine Crossbow couldn't harm it in the slightest.
The Blue Silver King's voice sounded again, carrying a bit of mockery. "After devouring your Martial Soul, I can take the final step and advance to a hundred thousand years. By then, I can protect our Blue Silver Clan again."
Its tone carried a bit of piety, as if justifying its behavior. "Great King, I thank you again for coming to my side. In the future, every Blue Silver Grass will pay homage to you."
Tang San's heart sank, and he subconsciously wanted to mobilize his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul.
However, the next moment, he found that he couldn't summon his Martial Soul, as if it were completely suppressed by some power.
"How can this be?"
Cold sweat seeped from Tang San's forehead, and a feeling of despair surged in his heart.
The Blue Silver King's voice sounded again, carrying a bit of triumph. "Give up resistance, King. Your bloodline will be used by me; this is your glory."
Before the voice fell, an incomparably huge aura rose from the Blue Silver King's body.
Deep blue brilliance spread out, and Tang San felt as if he were placed in a blue ocean. The surrounding Blue Silver Grass grew frantically, forming a huge vortex, trapping him firmly within.
"No!"
Tang San gritted his teeth, trying to break free from this power, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't escape the Blue Silver King's devouring.
His life force drained rapidly, his face withering at a speed visible to the naked eye, his hair turning gray.
Tang San wanted to shout for help, but the sound coming from his throat was as hoarse as a seventy-year-old man's.
"Father... Xiao Wu..."
Tang San's consciousness gradually blurred, and the world before his eyes began to dim.
Finally, his body fell heavily to the ground, unable to move anymore.
The Blue Silver King's devouring power erupted completely. Tang San's body gradually dissipated in the blue light, leaving not even bone dregs. Only a set of tattered clothes and a soul tool belt remained on the spot.
"Hahahaha, I succeeded!"
The Blue Silver King's laughter echoed in the forest, filled with endless ecstasy.
Its body gradually transformed in the blue light, the patterns on the vines becoming more complex, and its aura becoming stronger.
The Blue Silver Grass in the forest swayed one after another, as if cheering for the birth of the new Emperor.
Divine Realm.
Clouds and mist curled, ever-changing, like rolling waves. deep in the clouds, a towering palace was faintly visible, illusory yet real.
This was the Divine Realm Committee, the place monitoring subordinate planes.
The main hall of the palace was octagonal. There were no decorations on the surrounding walls, but countless light screens flickered. Each light screen represented a plane under the jurisdiction of the Divine Realm.
A blood-red figure stood quietly amidst the clouds—it was the Asura God.
His gaze was profound, looking at a certain plane below, his brows furrowing slightly.
"Eh? A divine sense actually disappeared? Could it be that something happened to one of my inheritors?" the Asura God muttered to himself, a trace of doubt in his tone.
A God King's divine sense was no small matter; a wisp was enough to pierce the heart of a newly ascended deity.
Similarly, divine sense could also protect the inheritor's soul from harm. Even if the physical body was lost, they could be resurrected.
A trace of coldness flashed in the Asura God's eyes. His gaze penetrated layers of space, tracing back time, and saw the scene of Tang San falling to the ground.
"Truly useless, actually plotted against by a soul beast," the Asura God's tone carried a bit of disappointment, but mostly helplessness.
After a long time, he sighed heavily. "The Divine Realm cannot interfere too much with the lower realms, otherwise it will trigger the barrier's heavenly punishment. Ai, this is the only time I can help you."
As his voice fell, the mist around the Asura God turned deep red.
His figure looked exceptionally majestic in the red light. The surrounding space began to distort, and a crimson light disappeared through a spatial rift.
"Ai, this broken place called the Divine Realm. They say it's to protect the continent, but in reality, for me, it is a cage." The Asura God sighed in a low voice, his tone carrying a bit of self-mockery.
His gaze turned downward again, murmuring, "Inheritor, you still have to work hard!"
Darkness, loneliness, oppression.
Tang San felt himself falling into an abyss, unable even to breathe.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes abruptly and found himself in a black city.
The city walls here were extremely wide, and in mid-air, a purple moon actually hung suspended.