The moment those words left his lips, a vast and overwhelming aura surged upward. It did not originate from the
A deep blue glow quietly rose from every blade of
An unprecedented wave of warmth rose from the deepest recesses of his body. In that instant, Tang San felt neither the shock and pressure of such enormous energy nor any sense of swelling within him. To his astonishment, he discovered that when that surge of warmth rose up, an incredibly gentle aura swept softly across his entire body.
For reasons he could not explain, the moment he sensed that tender aura, Tang San felt an inexplicable urge to cry. It was an emotion akin to being cradled, as though what he was receiving at that moment was a mother's caress.
He closed his eyes, unwilling to let the feeling slip away. He abandoned all perception of the outside world, set aside even his first-rate mind's calculations of gain and loss, and poured his entire consciousness into that unconditional, undemanding tenderness.
The Clear Sky Hammer was inherited from his father. The Blue Silver Grass was inherited from his mother — whether it was the common Blue Silver Grass or the Blue Silver Emperor the Blue Silver King had spoken of.
All of it was a gift from this world's mother. Tang San understood now that the tender aura was nothing other than the essence his mother had left behind in his bloodline.
A mother's love — the most selfless love under heaven. The Tang San of the past had never experienced such a feeling, yet now he had it. Even though he still had no mother in this world, the dense warmth of maternal love pervaded his heart in that very moment.
Deep within his soul, something seemed to shatter and melt away.
Tang San seemed to see a scene from the moment he was born into this world: a stunningly beautiful woman with long blue hair cradling him in her arms. A single, crystalline blue tear traced down her delicate cheek and dripped onto his chest, slowly seeping in.
Though he could not hear any sound in that vision, he could clearly feel the woman's loving call toward him.
Mother. Tang San wanted desperately to shout, but no matter how he cried out, the woman in the image continued to slowly fade. What remained was only himself, a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes, and the faint blue glow spreading across his chest.
The real Tang San stood there now, tears streaming freely down his face. His skin had turned completely crystalline blue. Countless blades of Blue Silver Grass sprouted from his body and coiled around him, each one extraordinarily translucent.
A blue liquid slid from the Blue Silver King's eyes. A person might mistake someone for another, but he never could. The boy before him was a direct descendant of the imperial bloodline — the son of the great Blue Silver Empress. Great King, may your spirit find peace at last.
The immense tide of blue light poured in, and Tang San's body drifted gently within an incredibly soft ocean of light. There was no pain at all. There was only the tender aura caressing his soul.
Soul Ring after Soul Ring materialized one after another.
The first Soul Ring from the
Yellow, purple, purple, black — four Soul Rings appeared quietly and settled neatly in order across Tang San's body without any rhythmic pulse. The countless blue points of light rapidly invaded each of the four rings, enveloping every one in a layer of blue luminescence.
At the same time, the Blue Silver Grass surrounding Tang San began to change.
This transformation was not bestowed by the blue ocean converging from outside — it emanated from Tang San himself.
The originally crystalline Blue Silver Grass became even more transparent, and gradually turned as dazzlingly clear as sapphire. At the center of that luminous blue, a golden vein appeared, running from the root of every single blade all the way to the tip of each leaf.
The true Blue Silver Emperor had finally awakened.
In that instant, under the influence of the blue-gold radiance spreading outward from Tang San, the ambient blue glow in the air intensified dramatically. On the ground, every blade of Blue Silver Grass began turning crystalline clear and growing wildly.
Even the Blue Silver King standing before Tang San grew more translucent under the blue-gold aura emanating from him, a look of deep satisfaction settling across his face.
The four Soul Rings on Tang San each emitted a blue-gold luster. Soon, that blue-gold radiance seeped back into the rings, and at first glance, the four Soul Rings appeared no different from before.
But in truth, they were no longer the four Soul Rings of the Blue Silver Grass. They had become the four Soul Rings of the Blue Silver King.