Chapter 345: The Dark Transformation of Blue Silver Grass
Seeing that his spirit power could rapidly increase by absorbing soul beasts, Tang San felt even more exhilarated. Although he had only absorbed the energy from a few beasts, reaching level eighty-eight was no small feat. For most Contras, advancing by just one level—even with exceptional talent—often required years, if not a lifetime.
Xiao Wu seemed to realize what Tang San intended to do and quickly intervened, "Brother San, you shouldn't keep absorbing soul beasts like this. It's dangerous. The mixed energy from different soul beasts could harm you and lead to losing control over yourself."
Tang San clenched his fists, his eyes glinting with determination. "Xiao Wu, we're at a critical juncture. I have to grow stronger as fast as possible—to protect you and to exact my revenge. I must break through to Titled Douluo, add rings to my Clear Sky Hammer, or we won't stand a chance against the Wuhun Empire or Yang Potian."
Though concerned, Xiao Wu knew how dire their situation was and reluctantly nodded, aware of the dangers they faced.
In the following days, Tang San continued absorbing the energy of various soul beasts, progressing from thousand-year to ten-thousand-year beasts. With Xiao Wu nearby, he focused his efforts on the more vicious creatures—such as venomous spiders, serpents, and those that preyed upon Soft Bone Rabbits, avenging Xiao Wu's kin in the process.
In just five days, Tang San absorbed over twenty soul beasts, each time emitting an increasingly strange aura. His spirit power reached the peak of level eighty-nine, on the cusp of a breakthrough.
However, neither he nor Xiao Wu noticed that as Tang San drained these soul beasts of their life force through his Blue Silver Grass, its original dark green hue grew even darker. The energy entering his body was not pure; instead, it seemed almost alive, embedding itself into his very bloodline. What should have been a natural evolution of his Blue Silver Emperor lineage began to twist, taking on an ominous, darkened form.
Alongside this energy came the remnants of the soul beasts' spirits—each filled with despair and suffering. These residues began to settle within Tang San, subtly altering his own spirit. With every soul beast he killed and consumed, his soul grew more unbalanced, his mind more bloodthirsty and prone to rage.
Upon reaching the peak of level eighty-nine, Tang San's spirit and body both hit a bottleneck. Absorbing multiple ten-thousand-year beasts failed to push him over the edge, yet he became increasingly desperate to break through this final barrier. Unbeknownst to him, far off in the forest, a pair of watchful eyes observed him intently, radiating a cold detachment mixed with a hint of disdain.
As the bottleneck weighed heavily on him, Tang San's obsession with power grew. He realized that crossing this threshold through devouring would bring unprecedented changes to his body and martial spirit, as if some force were guiding him toward this transformation.
Driven by a consuming need for vengeance and protection, Tang San disregarded these potential consequences. Nothing—not even the integrity of his own body—would stand in his way.
After consuming the life forces of over twenty ten-thousand-year soul beasts, Tang San finally shattered the bottleneck and ascended to Titled Douluo.
Instead of feeling pain during the transformation, his entire being felt more alive than ever, as though both body and mind had reached an unparalleled level of clarity. In that instant, his Blue Silver Grass underwent a final transformation, shifting completely to an abyssal black.
In the future, when the field of martial spirits would be further studied, experts would identify this transformation as an unmistakable sign of the Dark Blue Silver Grass—a soul mark often associated with demonic soul masters. Tang San's once life-affirming martial spirit had been thoroughly corrupted, its original wood and life elements replaced by a sinister blend of darkness and malice, beyond any hope of reversal.
At that moment, Tang San raised his head and let out a furious roar, his voice brimming with intense hatred and bloodlust, much like the aura of the Rakshasa God.
After calming down, he turned to Xiao Wu and said, "Xiao Wu, are there any other hundred-thousand-year soul beasts left in the Star Dou Forest? Now that I've broken through to Titled Douluo, I need soul rings—many of them."
Xiao Wu's concern deepened. "Brother San, I know you're eager to grow stronger, but I think you should stabilize your new power first. I'm afraid this rapid path could harm you."
Tang San merely chuckled darkly. "Don't worry, Xiao Wu. I feel incredible, better than ever."
While he appeared physically well, his skin had turned ashen, almost unnatural. His once healthy complexion was replaced by a ghostly pallor, and his eyes had darkened to an eerie, pitch-black hue, devoid of any human warmth.
Seeing Xiao Wu's lingering worry, Tang San continued, "Xiao Wu, you spent years in the Star Dou Forest with Da Ming and Er Ming. They must have had enemies, right?"
Xiao Wu hesitated before responding, "Da Ming and Er Ming were powerful, but even they had rivals. There was one particularly dangerous creature, the Dark Devilgod Tiger—a beast covered in black scales. It's ruthless and evil, preying on other soul beasts to increase its strength. Unfortunately, it survived to reach fifty thousand years. Even Da Ming and Er Ming couldn't kill it."
"There are also the Thunder Ants," she added. "There are three of them, and they've clashed with Da Ming and Er Ming over territory near the Lake of Life, though they were always driven off. But even so, they're formidable."
"And then there's the Devouring Sparrow. It preys on smaller soul beasts. Though it's only one creature, not even Da Ming or Er Ming could stop it."
As Xiao Wu listed the forest's deadliest inhabitants, Tang San's eyes gleamed with a dark and insatiable ambition.
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