Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul, Blue Silver Grass, grants me the power to bring the dead back to

Chapter 500 Extra: Son, is this the kind of life you live in the God Realm?

Douluo Continent.

Tianxing Academy.

More than a decade has passed since the establishment of the Douluo Federation.

Today, Tianxing Academy is no longer the small academy it once was, which had just been established and still needed to recruit students from all over the place.

One after another, teaching buildings rose from the ground.

Soul Master Academy, Soul Master Instructor Academy, Medical Academy, Plant Research Institute —

There are even Soul Beast Academyes that specialize in studying how Soul Beasts and humans can coexist peacefully.

Looking at the entire Douluo Continent.

Tianxing Academy has clearly become the number one academy on the mainland.

but.

The hill behind the academy has remained unchanged.

There are no tall buildings.

There is no soul tool.

Only blue silver grass covered the mountains and fields.

A gentle breeze was blowing.

The blue grass blades swayed gently, like a blue ocean.

And right in the middle of this sea of ​​blue silver grass.

A woman in a blue and gold dress was squatting on the ground, carefully clearing away the weeds around several newly sprouted blue silver grass plants.

It was Ah Yin.

After being resurrected.

Ah Yin did not enter the God Realm with Tang Chuan.

They didn't even continue to pursue powerful cultivation.

She had little interest in becoming a god.

Having experienced death and a long period of slumber, she has come to love her peaceful life more and more.

Take care of the Blue Silver Grass every day.

Occasionally, I would go to the academy to give lectures to students about plant-based martial spirits.

Sometimes they would even go to the Star Dou Great Forest and spend a few days with those plant-type soul beasts.

This kind of life.

It was something she had never had before.

Just then.

A faint blue-gold ripple suddenly spread across the sky.

Ah Yin raised her head.

A familiar figure emerged from the spatial passage.

"Mother."

Tang Chuan landed on the ground.

Ah Yin glanced at him.

A smile immediately appeared on his face.

"Why did you suddenly come back?"

"Is the realm of gods alright?"

Tang Chuan paused for a moment.

"Something's up."

"a lot of."

Ah Yin was puzzled.

"Then why did you come back?"

Tang Chuan remained expressionless.

That's why I came back.

Ah Yin: "————"

She understood quickly.

They came down here to find some peace and quiet.

Ah Yin couldn't help but laugh and said, "You're an enforcer of the divine realm now."

"So many gods in the entire divine realm are watching you."

"You just ran away like that?"

Tang Chuan coughed lightly.

"In the realm of gods, there are also Dugu Bo, Di Tian, ​​Gu Yuena, and Rui'er."

"It won't collapse even if I'm not there for a day."

talking.

Tang Chuan casually took out a small hoe from his storage artifact.

She squatted down next to Ah Yin quite naturally.

I started loosening the soil for her.

Ah Yin watched this scene unfold.

His expression suddenly became somewhat dazed.

She remembered something from a long time ago.

Tang Chuan was still young at that time.

The family in Shenghun Village didn't have much money.

Tang Hao drinks all day long.

The two children, who weren't even as tall as the stove, had already started cooking for themselves.

Tang Chuan would sometimes go to the back mountain to dig for wild vegetables.

Who would have thought.

Back then, I was a child who had to figure out how to get enough to eat on my own.

He has now become an enforcer of the divine realm.

Ah Yin asked softly, "Chuan'er."

"Are you happy in the realm of the gods?"

Tang Chuan paused.

I thought about it.

"good."

"There's just a lot to do."

"Dugu Bo is always trying to slack off."

"Di Tian has recently argued with several veteran gods seven or eight times over the division of territories after the soul beasts ascended to the God Realm."

"Gu Yuena found the worshippers' prayers too noisy, so she shut down half of her own faith channel."

"A few days ago, Xiong Jun went to the Temple of Destruction and drank a jar of wine that Di Tian had collected."

Ah Yin couldn't help but ask, "And then?"

"Then Xiong Jun was fought all the way from the Temple of Destruction to the edge of the God Realm."

"They haven't come back yet."

Ah Yin: "————"

Tang Chuan continued, "Qian Renxue and Rui'er have been quite peaceful lately."

Upon hearing this...

Ah Yin's smile suddenly became somewhat meaningful.

"real?"

Tang Chuan felt a strange sense of unease.

next moment.

A familiar voice suddenly came from behind.

"So you were here."

Tang Chuan's body stiffened slightly.

Looking back.

All that could be seen was the spatial passageway.

Xiao Ruier and Qian Renxue walked out one after the other.

Both of them had smiles on their faces.

But that smile—

It looks dangerous no matter how you look at it.

Tang Chuan frowned.

"Why are you here?"

Xiao Ruier smiled and said, "I was looking for you."

"The Divine Realm Committee is in meeting."

"The Asura God King has disappeared."

"We searched the entire Asura Temple and finally discovered that someone had secretly opened a spatial passage to Douluo Continent."

Qian Renxue crossed her arms over her chest.

"Before leaving, someone said that he was going to go into seclusion in the Asura Secret Realm for three days."

Tang Chuan: "————"

Ah Yin turned her head.

She looked at her son.

"Chuan'er?"

Tang Chuan remained expressionless.

"Mother, let me explain."

"I just feel that the Divine Realm Committee occasionally needs to hone its ability to handle matters independently."

"You can't rely on me for everything."

Xiao Ruier's lips twitched.

Qian Renxue simply sneered.

"Keep making this up."

Just then.

Another spatial rift appeared.

An old man with disheveled clothes crawled out from inside.

"Tang Chuan!"

"So you were hiding here, kid!"

Dugu Bo was furious.

He was also holding dozens of divine realm documents in his hands.

"Why should you come down to rest while I, an old man, review official documents from the divine realm for you?"

Tang Chuan glanced at him.

"Aren't you the evil god-king?"

"Isn't it normal for the God-King to handle affairs of the divine realm?"

Dugu Bo stared wide-eyed.

"Then why is half of it yours?"

"The seals of the divine enforcers are all with me!"

"How can I cover it up?"

Tang Chuan said calmly, "Just imitate it."

"Weren't you quite good at lying before?"

"fart!"

Dugu Bo almost jumped up.

"When did I ever fabricate anything?"

Several people were arguing and making noise.

Ah Yin simply stood aside and watched quietly.

As I watched...

She suddenly smiled.

This scene seems chaotic.

It was nothing like the divine realm she had once imagined.

There are no gods high above.

There is no such thing as inviolable authority.

They seemed more like a group of ordinary friends.

They will argue.

They can be lazy.

They will undermine each other.

They will also fight side by side when faced with real danger.

Ah Yin suddenly said, "Since you're already here..."

Let's eat here today.

Everyone fell silent at the same time.

Tang Chuan was taken aback.

"Did your mother make it herself?"

"Um."

Ah Yin smiled and said, "It's been a long time since so many people have eaten together."

Dugu Bo's eyes lit up immediately.

"Then I'm not leaving."

Qian Renxue nodded gently.

Xiao Ruier had already taken the initiative to run over and help.

Tang Chuan stood still.

Looking at everything before me.

A strange feeling suddenly arose in my heart.

When I was young.

What he wants most is actually very simple.

It's not a spirit ring.

It's not a soul bone.

It is not a divine position either.

But after I got home...

It's good to have someone cook a hot meal for you.

There's no need for Tang San and me to stand on stools to reach the stove.

There's no need to worry that Tang Hao might switch the last bit of grain for alcohol after getting drunk today.

Not to mention worrying about whether there will be anything to eat tomorrow.

That's all.

later.

He is getting stronger and stronger.

It possesses a soul bone that is 100,000 years old.

Blue Silver Emperor.

Blue Silver God.

Poseidon.

Asura God.

To become one of the most powerful people in the entire divine realm.

But until this moment.

Tang Chuan suddenly realized this.

That little wish from my childhood.

It seems that it has finally come true.

Not long after.

Smoke rose from the hill behind the house.

The divine enforcer sat beside the stone table.

The benevolent god-king is serving dishes.

The evil god-king is secretly tasting wine.

The angels were disgusted by his stealing food.

And the Blue Silver Emperor, who had been dead for many years, stood by the stove, watching them and smiling.

There was no divine light.

There is no divine power.

No living beings paid homage.

Only the aroma of food.

Tang Chuan suddenly felt...

That's good.

Side story: The God King's daughter, her martial soul is actually Blue Silver Grass?

Several years later.

Holy Soul Village.

these years.

Because of Tang Chuan, this place has long been one of the most famous villages in the Douluo Continent.

However, Tang Chuan has never liked those nonsensical names like "hometown of miracles" or "holy land of Asura".

Therefore, the Federation ultimately did not transform Holy Soul Village into any religious holy site.

The village remains a village.

The only difference is that the roads are wider.

The house is ready.

There is now one more basic college.

There is also a new Martial Soul Awakening Hall.

This day.

The area outside the hall was packed with people.

the reason is simple.

Tang Chuan is back.

And she was also with a little girl who was about six years old.

The little girl was wearing a simple white dress.

Her long black hair was tied into two small braids.

Fair skin.

His eyes, however, faintly revealed a hint of gold.

Her name is Tang Yao.

Tang Chuan and Xiao Ruier's daughter.

Nowadays.

It was the day her martial spirit awakened.

Originally, this was according to Dugu Bo's idea.

What's the point of awakening this?

The father holds dual divine positions as the Sea God and the Asura God.

Mother, the Kind Goddess.

He also possesses the bloodlines of the Blue Silver God and the Golden Dragon.

It's already a favor to the rules of Douluo Continent that such a child wasn't born with ten spirit rings right away.

But Tang Chuan insisted on it.

Everything was done according to the procedures for ordinary children.

They even specifically brought Tang Yao back to Holy Soul Village to awaken her powers.

The reason is also very simple.

"This is where I awakened my martial spirit."

"She started from here too."

Inside the Awakening Hall.

The young Soul Master responsible for awakening the Martial Soul was so nervous that he was covered in sweat.

He was just a Soul King of level 50-something.

There is no pressure in awakening a martial spirit in ordinary children.

But standing in front of him today—

She is the daughter of the Asura God King.

Outside the hall.

Kind God King Xiao Ruier.

Angel God Qianrenxue.

The evil god-king Dugu Bo.

Gu Yuena, the goddess of life.

Even the God of Destruction, Di Tian, ​​has come.

Who can stand this?

The young Soul Master's voice trembled slightly.

"Miss."

"Please stand in the center of the Awakening Array."

Tang Yao blinked.

"uncle."

Why are you sweating so much?

Young Soul Master: "————"

"It's a bit hot."

Tang Yao looked up.

It's winter today.

However, she did not expose it.

Instead, they obediently walked into the Awakening Array.

The six awakening stones lit up.

A faint golden light enveloped his body.

Everyone instinctively looked over.

Dugu Bo stroked his beard.

"The little girl's martial soul is at least Blue Silver God or Golden Dragon."

Di Tian said calmly, "It's also possible to inherit both at the same time."

Qian Renxue said, "She still possesses a portion of angelic divine power."

Xiao Ruier gave her a strange look.

"When did you give it to her?"

"At the full moon."

"How come I didn't know?"

You were asleep at the time.

Xiao Ruier: "————"

Just as the group was talking...

At the center of the Awakening Array.

Tang Yao slowly raised her right hand.

A wisp of pale blue light appeared.

Followed by.

A blade of grass.

It slowly emerged from her palm.

very common.

Slender grass leaves.

Light blue patterns.

There is no golden dragon pattern.

There was no divine light.

There was no terrifying pressure.

It's just an ordinary blue silver grass.

The entire Awakening Hall.

Silence fell instantly.

Dugu Bo rubbed his eyes.

"Blue Silver Grass?"

Di Tian also frowned.

A hint of doubt flashed in Gu Yuena's purple eyes.

"No, it shouldn't be."

"With such a high bloodline strength, her martial soul should at least naturally evolve into the Blue Silver Emperor."

Xiao Ruier subconsciously looked at Tang Chuan.

Because only she noticed.

Tang Chuan experienced nothing unexpected from beginning to end.

It was as if they already knew the outcome.

Tang Yao had no idea what everyone was so shocked about.

She looked at the little grass in her palm.

He then looked up at the awakened Soul Master.

"uncle."

"Is this martial soul powerful?"

The young Soul Master's lips twitched.

This question —

How did he answer?

You call that impressive?

This looks like ordinary Blue Silver Grass.

You say it's not impressive?

Her father was standing right behind her!

Everyone in the entire Douluo Continent knows it.

Tang Chuan also started as Blue Silver Grass!

Just when he didn't know how to start the conversation.

Suddenly, a child who had just awakened his powers whispered from outside the crowd, "Isn't Blue Silver Grass a useless martial soul?"

The sound wasn't loud.

The hall was too quiet.

So everyone heard it.

The child's father turned deathly pale instantly.

She wished she could just cover her son's mouth.

But Tang Chuan wasn't angry.

Instead, he laughed.

Because of this scene.

He was all too familiar.

Many years ago.

Nottingham College.

There were also people standing in front of him.

Tell him firmly and decisively.

Blue Silver Grass is a useless martial soul.

control.

twine.

Poisonous.

It seemed that was the only path that Blue Silver Grass could take.

But now.

That so-called master has long since become dust in history.

And Blue Silver Grass—

Yet it once pierced through the God King in his hands.

Tang Yao heard what the child said.

He looked down at his martial spirit.

"dad."

"Is my martial soul really a useless martial soul?"

Tang Chuan walked up to her.

Squat down.

What do you think?

Tang Yao thought about it.

"I have no idea."

"Then let's give it a try."

Tang Chuan extended one finger.

I gently touched the blue silver grass.

No divine power was infused into it.

They didn't help her evolve her martial soul either.

I just taught her how to control it.

"Send your soul power in."

"Don't think about soul skills."

"Don't think about what it should do."

"Feel it as it is."

Tang Yao closed her eyes.

A tiny bit of soul power entered the Blue Silver Grass.

next moment.

The blades of grass grew longer and longer.

From one inch.

It became two inches.

Three inches.

Finally, it wrapped around her wrist once.

Tang Chuan asked, "Did you see it?"

"Blue silver grass naturally twines."

Tang Yao nodded.

"and then?"

"Then concentrate your soul power at the very tip of the leaf."

Tang Yao did as instructed.

The tip of the blue silver grass slowly straightens.

The originally soft grass blades gradually became straight.

Whoosh!

A beam of blue light shot out.

A few meters away.

A leaf was pierced instantly.

The young Soul Master's eyes widened.

Tang Yao herself was stunned.

"I don't have any soul skills!"

"certainly."

Tang Chuan laughed and said, "Who says an attack always needs a soul skill?"

"Plants, trees, bamboo, and rocks".

"All can be used as swords."

"When your strength is strong enough."

Even a single blade of grass.

"It's the same as killing."

Tang Yao's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"So my Blue Silver Grass is really powerful?"

Tang Chuan did not answer directly.

Instead, he reached out and patted her head.

"Your martial spirit is just a part of your body."

"Where it can go is not determined by someone else's label of 'useless martial spirit.'"

"Your path."

"Go by yourself."

next to.

Dugu Bo suddenly laughed.

this sentence.

He seemed to have heard Tang Chuan mention it before.

But back then...

The one who said these words was a child with innate soul power level one and not even a first soul ring.

just now.

The person who said that.

He is already an enforcer of the divine realm.

Tang Yao suddenly thought of something.

"Oh, right!"

"Soul power hasn't been tested yet!"

The young Soul Master then suddenly realized what was happening.

Quickly take out the Soul Power Crystal.

Everyone looked over again.

Tang Yao placed her hand on it.

The light slowly began to shine.

One level.

His soul power is only level one.

Dugu Bo was completely dumbfounded.

"Level 1?"

"You two children born to God-Kings, possess innate soul power of level one?"

Xiao Ruier couldn't help but look at Tang Chuan.

This time.

Tang Chuan finally burst out laughing.

"What's the problem?"

Dugu Bo stared wide-eyed.

"This is a huge problem!"

Tang Chuan extended his hand.

He gently tapped his daughter's forehead.

A divine rune that had been hidden for six years slowly emerged.

Everyone understood instantly.

seal.

Tang Chuan was born when Tang Yao was born.

He then sealed away almost all of her divine blood.

Xiao Ruier quickly guessed the reason.

"You don't want her to be born a god?"

"Um."

Tang Chuan calmly said, "If one is born with power that others can never attain in their entire lives."

"Then she will never understand where power comes from."

"I don't need her to become a Title Douluo at the age of six."

"She doesn't need to become a god at the age of ten."

"She should first be an ordinary person."

"Look at the mainland."

"Make friends."

"Experiencing failure."

"Then decide what you want to do in the future."

Tang Chuan looked down at the Blue Silver Grass in his daughter's hand.

A slight smile played at the corners of his lips.

"not to mention."

"What's wrong with having level one innate soul power?"

"I was also a first-class student back then."

Dugu Bo remained silent for two seconds.

Suddenly I felt I couldn't refute it.

indeed.

This guy in front of me—

It starts from level one.

They fought their way up to the God King.

Tang Yao, on the other hand, felt no disappointment at all.

Instead, he excitedly raised the Blue Silver Grass.

"dad!"

"Then I want to be like you!"

"I will cultivate the Blue Silver Grass into the strongest martial soul in the entire continent!"

Tang Chuan smiled.

"No."

Tang Yao was taken aback.

Why?

"Because others have already walked this path."

Tang Chuan rubbed her head.

"You should go your own way."

outside the window.

Large swathes of blue silver grass swayed in the wind.

The sunlight fell.

Everything is so similar to what it was many years ago.

Just this once.

No one will make decisions for a child who possesses Blue Silver Grass anymore.

Which path should she take in the future?

Side Story: The Last Hammer of Holy Soul Village

It doesn't mean much to God.

ten years.

century.

Even a thousand years.

It's just a small part of a long life.

But for ordinary people...

Time never stops.

Holy Soul Village.

The old blacksmith shop is still there.

these years.

The entire Holy Soul Village has been almost completely renovated.

The only thing that hasn't been demolished is that dilapidated wooden house at the end of the village.

It's not that the federal government doesn't want to demolish it.

The problem is that the elderly people living there don't want to move.

Tang Hao.

The former Haotian Douluo.

Today, he is just an ordinary old blacksmith in Shenghun Village.

His soul power had long been destroyed.

Because of numerous hidden injuries sustained in their youth, their bodies deteriorate much faster than those of ordinary people.

His hair has turned completely white.

My back is also bent.

The right hand holding the hammer trembles.

It can be done every morning.

That familiar voice will still echo in the blacksmith's shop.

clang.

clang.

clang.

Someone asked him to repair farm tools.

He then repaired it.

Nobody is looking for him.

He then sat alone in front of the fire.

Sometimes I sit for an entire day.

The younger generation of children in the village no longer know who this old man is.

All they know is...

At the end of the village lived an old man named Tang with an eccentric temper.

He doesn't talk much.

for free.

If someone's hoe is broken, take it over.

It will be fixed the next day.

Only occasionally would a child ask him, "Grandpa Tang."

"Your surname is also Tang."

"Is this related to the Asura God Tang Chuan?"

Whenever I hear this kind of question.

Tang Hao would remain silent for a long time.

Finally, he simply said, "No."

"It just happens to be a surname."

no one knows.

That divine enforcer worshipped by the entire continent.

He is actually his biological son.

Nobody knows.

Tang San is now the greatest sinner in the Douluo Continent.

He was also his son.

This day.

The sky was overcast.

Tang Hao got up earlier than usual.

He added the last bit of charcoal.

Place a red-hot iron on the anvil.

Then he slowly raised the hammer.

clang.

The sound was very soft.

His hands had little strength left.

The second blow.

clang.

The third strike.

I just lifted it up.

But it just wouldn't fall.

Tang Hao took a few breaths.

Finally, he slowly sat down on the wooden stool next to him.

The firelight illuminated his face.

He suddenly remembered many things.

Haotian Sect in its youth.

Eldest brother Tang Xiao.

Ah Yin.

Two newborn children.

And that day.

The Spirit Hall gave chase.

Ah Yin stood in front of him.

Blue-gold light illuminated the heavens and the earth.

A 100,000-year-old soul ring fell upon him.

That's who I was back then.

What are you thinking?

Grief.

anger.

Hatred.

But in the deepest recesses of those emotions.

There really wasn't a single trace of it.

Do you feel the power after obtaining a 100,000-year spirit ring?

these years.

This problem had been tormenting him for far too long.

Until the day Gintoki is resurrected.

He finally admitted it himself.

Have.

then.

He lost Ah Yin.

Thoroughly.

Tang Hao gently closed his eyes.

"A-Gin————"

"So many years have passed."

"You must be doing well."

No one answered.

The only sound was the rustling of the blue silver grass outside the door as the wind blew.

Tang Hao thought of Tang San again.

That child who used to climb to the top of the mountain every morning to cultivate himself.

diligent.

sensible.

Calm and composed.

He once thought...

This child will be someone's pride.

He will inherit the Haotian Hammer.

He will fulfill the revenge he was unable to complete.

But in the end...

Tang San is dead.

He died at the hands of Tang Chuan.

Their souls and spirits were annihilated.

Tang Hao has no right to blame Tang Chuan.

Because even he himself knew it.

Tang San could never turn back.

Massacre of the city.

Swallowing souls.

Kill the master.

To create the undead.

In the end, he even used all his former companions as pawns.

He only thinks about it occasionally.

If only back then—

Why didn't I instill so much hatred in Tang San when he was young?

If I were to truly become a father.

Teach him what he can do.

What can't be done?

Tell him that power is not for revenge.

Rather, it's to protect something.

Will the ending be different?

There is no answer.

The cruelest thing about life is that...

A wrong choice.

There is never a second chance.

Tang Hao sat by the stove.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard outside the door.

It's very light.

He struggled to lift his head.

A young man was standing at the door.

Tang Hao was stunned.

He remained silent for a long time.

Although it has been many years since we last met.

But how could he not recognize him?

"Sichuan----"

The sound was stuck in my throat.

Tang Chuan walked into the blacksmith shop.

There was no divine light.

There is no Asura Demon Sword.

There was also no Trident of Poseidon.

He was wearing only a very ordinary black outfit.

Just like the boy who returned home from Notting College back then.

Tang Hao lowered his head.

"Why are you here?"

Tang Chuan glanced at the chopping board.

"Just passing by."

Tang Hao gave a wry smile.

The distance between the divine realm and Holy Soul Village is unknown.

What a coincidence to be passing by.

But he didn't expose it.

Tang Chuan offered no explanation.

The father and son fell silent.

Much later.

Tang Hao suddenly asked, "How is your mother?"

"very good."

"Still living at Skywalker Academy?"

"Um."

"She didn't go to the realm of the gods?"

"I go occasionally."

Tang Hao nodded slightly.

A slight smile appeared on his face.

"That's good."

She has always loved plants and trees.

"The realm of gods is too high up."

"It might not be suitable for her."

Tang Chuan looked at him.

Suddenly, he realized that the old man in front of him was completely different from the Tang Hao he remembered.

It lacks the domineering presence of Haotian Douluo.

It lacks the imposing presence of a titled Douluo.

He didn't even have the irritability of his alcoholic father from back then.

All that remains is old age.

Tang Hao hesitated for a long time.

I finally asked the question I'd always wanted to ask.

"Tang San's final moments—"

"Is it painful?"

Tang Chuan remained silent for a moment.

"It didn't last long."

Tang Hao's eyes were slightly red.

He simply nodded.

"That's good."

"That's good----"

He didn't ask Tang Chuan why he insisted on killing Tang San.

They didn't plead for Tang San at all.

By now.

It's meaningless now.

Tang Hao reached out and picked up the kettle next to him.

I want to pour myself a glass of water.

But my hands shake terribly.

Most of the water spilled out.

A hand reached out.

I took the kettle.

Pour him a full glass.

Tang Hao stared blankly at the glass of water in front of him.

My eyes suddenly turned red.

Many years ago.

The two children are still young.

There is no food at home.

There is no water.

There is no firewood.

He got drunk and collapsed on the bed.

Tang Chuan and Tang San took care of him.

now.

Tang Chuan has become a god.

But I'm still sitting here.

Let the child pour him some water.

Tang Hao suddenly whispered, "Chuan'er."

This has been many, many years.

This was the first time he had called out like that.

Tang Chuan paused for a moment.

no answer.

Tang Hao didn't expect an answer.

I was just looking at the cup.

He said slowly, "I'm sorry."

"This sentence."

"I've owed you for so long."

"I didn't raise you when you were a child."

"As I grew up, I kept trying to impose my own ideas on you."

"Later, it was also because of a mistress—"

"never mind."

Tang Hao shook his head.

"It's no use saying all this now."

"I am not a good father."

Tang Chuan stood there.

for a long time.

Finally, he spoke.

"That's definitely not the case."

Tang Hao was stunned for a moment.

Then he laughed instead.

"You still don't give me any face at all."

I'm stating the facts.

"Too."

Tang Hao nodded slightly.

This moment.

He felt more relaxed than ever before.

Tang Chuan did not forgive him.

There was no mention of severing ties between father and son.

At least.

I'm willing to sit here and say a few words to him.

That's enough.

Tang Hao finished drinking the water.

Slowly stand up.

Pick up the hammer again.

"Let me make one last thing for you."

Tang Chuan frowned.

"You think you can still fight?"

"We have to fight, even if we can't win."

Tang Hao grinned.

In that instant.

It seems to have a bit of the shadow of Haotian Douluo from back then.

"I've been a father for so many years."

"I have to leave something for my son."

The fire in the stove was blazing again.

Tang Hao threw in a piece of ordinary refined iron.

There are no rare metals.

There are no god-tier materials.

It possesses absolutely no soul power.

It was just a piece of ordinary iron.

He struck with the hammer.

One hammer blow.

Tap slowly.

Tang Chuan did not stop him.

I just sat there and watched.

From early morning.

Until dusk.

At last.

Tang Hao forged a very small iron sword.

It can't even be described as exquisite.

The sword blade is also slightly crooked.

Tang Hao was panting heavily.

Hand over the iron sword.

"For your daughter."

Tang Chuan was taken aback.

Tang Hao smiled and said, "I've heard about it."

"Her name is Tang Yao."

"My martial soul is also Blue Silver Grass."

"Good."

"Blue Silver Grass is good."

His voice grew softer and softer.

"At least----"

"No one will tell her anymore."

"We must follow the path laid out by someone."

Tang Chuan took the iron sword.

He didn't speak.

Tang Hao leaned back in the wooden chair.

Looking at the sunset outside.

"Chuan'er".

"Um."

I'm a little sleepy.

"Then go to sleep."

"it is good."

Tang Hao closed his eyes.

A faint smile lingered at the corners of her lips.

The sun gradually set.

The fire in the stove slowly died down.

Outside the blacksmith's shop.

The evening breeze rustled through the blue silver grass.

A long time passed.

Tang Chuan then spoke softly.

"Take care."

no respond.

That Haotian Douluo who was once famous throughout the continent.

He ultimately did not die on the battlefield.

He did not die at the hands of the Spirit Hall.

He did not die at the hands of any powerful figure.

He was just like any other ordinary old man.

He sat beside the furnace where he had spent his entire life forging iron.

That's the end of his life.

Day two.

At the end of Holy Soul Village, there is a very ordinary grave.

The tombstone does not bear the name Haotian Douluo.

It wasn't written either—

A genius of the Haotian Sect.

Only two words.

Tang Hao.

There weren't many people at the funeral.

Only a few elderly villagers knew him.

And Tang Chuan.

After everyone left.

A blue silver grass suddenly sprouted next to the tombstone.

The grass blades were ordinary.

There are no blue and gold patterns.

There was no soul power involved.

Tang Chuan looked at the plant.

A long silence followed.

He knew who left it.

But he didn't ask.

The wind blew by.

Blue Silver Grass gently touched the cold tombstone.

It was like a farewell spanning decades.

No forgiveness.

There was no resentment.

It's just the end.

Tang Chuan turned and left.

Under the setting sun.

The sound of hammering never echoed again from the old blacksmith shop in Holy Soul Village.

And that old era.

It seemed to end with the final hammer blow.

It's gone forever.

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