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In an ancient forest shimmering with blue-golden light, waves of life force surged forth.
As the blue light gradually faded, the figure of a naked man emerged. His four original spirit rings disappeared one by one into his body, and the countless streams of blue light rapidly condensed around him, eventually forming a pitch-black ten-thousand-year spirit ring, radiating a power level estimated to be around fifteen thousand years.
Who else could this man be but Tang San? Through the endless killing intent and hatred, and with the transformation of the Rakshasa God's imprint into soul power, Tang San finally broke through the bottleneck at level fifty and awakened the Blue Silver Emperor in the Blue Silver Forest.
"So this is Mother's martial soul, the Blue Silver Emperor."
Tang San opened his now light blue eyes and looked up at the Blue Silver Grass adorned with intricate blue-gold patterns, murmuring softly.
He gently touched his now waist-length blue hair, which had grown after his martial soul's second awakening, and walked over to a small river.
"This… is what I look like now?"
When Tang San saw his reflection in the river, he was momentarily stunned.
His skin was noticeably fairer than before, and his deep blue eyes were sharp and spirited. His medium-length dark blue hair flowed beautifully, and his handsome face now carried a hint of resolute strength, with sharp features that exuded a quiet confidence.
If Tang San had once looked ordinary, then now, he was easily on par with the likes of Dai Mubai and Oscar—though his style was different. From this moment on, he would no longer be someone easily overlooked.
Looking closely at his reflection, it wasn't just his appearance that had changed. Even his aura had transformed—now exuding a scholarly elegance and calmness. He had become the very image of a refined young man.
"My appearance has changed. This will make it even harder for the Spirit Hall to recognize me. After passing the trials of the Slaughter City, I'll head to Sea God Island to build up my strength and seek revenge on the Spirit Hall. If I can bring Sea God Island over to my side, all the better!"
Tang San clenched his fists tightly. His handsome features twisted into a grimace, and the scythe-shaped mark on his forehead faintly flickered.
Then, he took out the letter Tang Xiao had given him and began walking toward the Slaughter City.
Another two and a half months passed. Qian Renhan had completely absorbed the full 680,000 years of cultivation the Snow Empress had accumulated. Not only that, but by tapping into her knowledge and experience, he had successfully refined a dual-polarity Yin-Yang twin soul core.
Although it wasn't the legendary Yin-Yang Tri-Soul Core, which was slightly regrettable for Qian Renhan, it was still a huge achievement. After all, not everyone was the protagonist of fate—starting with a small dagger and eventually acquiring everything.
After fully absorbing the Snow Empress's foundation, Qian Renhan felt his Fallen Angel's ice attribute rise to a whole new level. It now seemed as if he could sense the entirety of the Extreme North's snow and ice, using it to perceive everything happening across the region. Nothing escaped his awareness.
"Could this be the realm of the Twelve Wings? But where am I supposed to find the attributes of darkness and evil? I don't even know if Di Tian's darkness will be enough. Worst case scenario, when I ascend to the Divine Realm, I'll secretly devour the Rakshasa God."
Having outlined his next steps, Qian Renhan used his perception of the Extreme North and discovered the location of the Skydream Ice Silkworm he had slapped away five months prior.
To his surprise, the legendary No.1 Sleep God wasn't napping but was instead hiding in an underground ice cave, cautiously researching his spiritual power—clearly plotting revenge against Qian Renhan.
But among the soul beasts of the Extreme North, silkworms were known to be at the very bottom of the food chain—basic sustenance for carnivorous beasts. Their bloodline level was so low that even the Divine Realm's laws ignored them, not bothering to send down heavenly tribulation.
Thus, no matter how hard the Skydream Ice Silkworm had trained over the past five months, he remained at an impasse.
Deep in the heart of the Extreme North, inside an underground ice cave a hundred meters below, the Sky Ice Silkworm's tiny golden eyes sparkled as he cautiously released his massive spiritual power, trying to condense and strengthen the quality of his mental strikes.
After a while, the Skydream Ice Silkworm let out a bitter sigh.
"Another failure. It's been five months, and I still haven't made any progress. Am I, the soul beast closest to becoming a million-year existence, truly this talentless?"
"Humans have such short lifespans… Bingbing, can I really develop my ultimate move to avenge you while that human is still alive?"
"No, you can't."
Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice echoed within the ice cave.
The Skydream Ice Silkworm turned around in shock, crying out in disbelief, "A human? How is it you? How did you find me?!"
To the Sky Ice Silkworm's anxious question, there was no verbal response—only the sound of Qian Renhan's approaching footsteps and the soul pressure sealing off the entire ice cave, cutting off any route of escape.
"I'm going to avenge Bingbing!"
The Skydream Ice Silkworm released an immense burst of spiritual pressure once again, trying to stun Qian Renhan and buy just one second. With that hope, he sprang into the air, his round, massive body crashing down toward Qian Renhan.
"Snow! Silkworm! Crushing! Slam—!"
Qian Renhan's expression didn't change. While the Sky Ice Silkworm's spiritual power was indeed vast—even more so than his own, despite his use of the Water of Autumn Sight and his Purple Demon Eye reaching the fourth level—the silkworm had no idea how to actually use it. This kind of uncontrolled, explosive psychic outburst was like smashing an egg against a rock: completely useless.
Just as before, Qian Renhan casually raised his hand and struck from a distance. The Skydream Ice Silkworm was sent flying once more, the ice cave collapsing entirely. The silkworm was blasted all the way to the icy surface of the Extreme North.
"Oof!"
The Skydream Ice Silkworm coughed lightly, then looked at Qian Renhan and said, "Human, you're strong, very strong. You want my spirit ring and spirit bone, don't you? Since I can't escape, could you at least let my spirit ring be joined with Bingbing's? Even in death, I want to be with her."
Hearing those words, Qian Renhan couldn't help but laugh. "Tianmeng, you're so stupid it's almost adorable. You really are quite similar to that silly scorpion. I'll take you somewhere first."
Qian Renhan reached out and grabbed the massive Sky Ice Silkworm. Ten wings unfolded from his back, and he soared off in the direction of Spirit City.
The Skydream Ice Silkworm assumed Qian Renhan was simply looking for a safe place to absorb him, so he didn't resist. Had he known Qian Renhan's true intentions, the journey to Spirit City wouldn't have been so peaceful.
Elsewhere, after a long and arduous journey, Tang San finally reached the Slaughter City. Outside the city stood two rows of black-armored warriors, each wearing a helmet. Their number, once 101, had been reduced to 61.
After Tang Chen's departure and the Slaughter King's exit, the 101 enforcers had undergone a brutal internal battle to determine the next Slaughter King.
Only the man at the front was mounted on a horse. He introduced himself coldly: "Welcome to the Slaughter City. I am the Terror Knight. This is your identification number."
He handed Tang San a black token engraved with a skull.
Tang San glanced at the number on it: 1438.
(End of Chapter)