Douluo Continent: Reversing Yin and Yang, the Haotian Palace and the Angel Sect

Unlike Tang Xiao, Tang Chen didn't lose his composure. He simply watched quietly for a few seconds and said, "It seems I really need to get to know more about this."

Tang San immediately stepped forward and knelt on one knee.

"Junior Tang San greets Senior."

Without any unnecessary formalities, Tang San began his explanation. From the correspondence between parallel universes, to the reasons for his arrival in this world, and then to the differences in martial souls and forces between the two worlds, he had already recited this explanation countless times over the years, and knew it by heart. He spoke clearly and logically, without any embellishment or emotional manipulation.

Tang Chen listened quietly.

After Tang San finished speaking, Tang Chen remained silent for a moment. He didn't question the absurdity of the explanation, but instead asked a personal question.

"What would I be like in another world... another world?"

Tang San lowered his head slightly, having no memory of the incident, and could only answer truthfully.

"Reporting to Senior Qi, I am unaware of this matter."

Tang Chen nodded. There was no disappointment, nor did he press for further questions.

"Let me see your Clear Sky Hammer," Tang Chen said after a while.

Tang San opened his left hand. A dark, eerie light flashed, and the ordinary Clear Sky Hammer appeared in his palm.

Tang Chen approached Tang San. He extended his calloused fingers and gently flicked the cold hammerhead.

"Zheng—"

A dull yet pure sound of impact rang out.

Tang Chen looked at the hammer, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes: "It has no sharp edges at all. I never thought I would see such a primitive Haotian Hammer in my lifetime."

He withdrew his hand and looked into Tang San's eyes.

"So be it. No matter where you come from, the blood of the Tang family flows in your veins, and you are Tang Hao's son." Tang Chen's voice suddenly rose.

"I'm willing to lend you a hand. In this world, no Spirit Hall can ride roughshod over us, only my Clear Sky Hall can!"

Upon hearing this, Tang San gripped the hammer handle tightly, his heart pounding wildly.

He forcefully suppressed the smile on his lips, burying his head even lower. For so many days, he had been hiding in this world like a mouse, even risking his life to deal with Bibi Yin at the Papal Palace—for what?

It's all for this promise, for this glimmer of hope for the evolution of martial souls!

"Come with me."

Tang Chen turned around and led Tang Xiao and Tang San around the huge Earth Hammer God statue, heading deeper into the main hall.

Behind the statue is a huge, sunken pit. In the center of the pit stands a completely black hexagonal furnace.

Tang Chen walked to the furnace, pressed his withered hand against the furnace wall, and exerted force.

"Boom!"

The heavy furnace door slid open to both sides, and a strong metallic smell wafted out.

"Let's go in." Tang Chen pointed to the dark furnace and turned to look at Tang San.

Tang San looked inside the furnace.

"This is the Six-Balance Ancestral Furnace, a true divine artifact left behind by our ancestor Tang Jun," Tang Chen explained in a deep voice.

"Only those with the purest direct lineage of Haotian can activate its internal power."

Using the firelight outside, Tang San could see the internal structure of the furnace. There were no flames inside, but rather a hexagonal space surrounded by six huge, dark golden metal anvils. Each metal anvil was as smooth as a mirror, exuding a fantastical beauty.

"Those six sides are called the Returning Spirit Golden Anvil."

Tang Chen looked at Tang San, his gaze turning stern: "Our six-sided Clear Sky Hammer wasn't evolved, but directly inherited through our fathers' bloodline. But you're different; your martial soul is in its original form. If you want your martial soul to grow six-sided, you must retrace the path of your ancestors' martial soul evolution."

"Once you enter this Six-Balance Ancestral Furnace, you need to use all your strength to continuously swing the Clear Sky Hammer in your hand to smash the six-sided Spirit Gold Anvil. The anvil will not break, but it will transform the force of your smashes into the power to temper your Martial Soul and reinfuse it into your Clear Sky Hammer."

Tang Chen held up six fingers: "If your talent, perseverance, physical quality, and control over your martial soul are all sufficient, you can reshape your martial soul during the backlash and create the Hexagonal Clear Sky Hammer."

"Otherwise, you might only be able to create one or two edges. If you can't withstand the recoil..." Tang Chen withdrew his hand, his tone icy, "Not only will you lack edges, but even your original Haotian Hammer will completely shatter in the ancestral furnace."

Tang San stared at the six-sided spirit-returning anvil, his left hand, gripping the hammer, turned white at the knuckles.

There is no turning back. If he cannot evolve his martial soul here, even if he returns with his memories, he still will not be able to defeat Qian San.

Tang San took a deep breath and, without any hesitation, strode into the pitch-black Six-Balance Ancestral Furnace.

"boom!"

The moment his feet stepped inside, the heavy furnace door slammed shut behind him, completely cutting off all light.

The darkness inside the furnace lasted only a moment. The next second, with a loud "hum," the six-sided energy-returning anvil suddenly lit up.

Golden patterns, like living things, moved within the smooth metal anvil, weaving together to form a dazzling hexagonal cage. There were no flames inside the furnace, and the temperature did not rise even slightly, but a pure metallic pressure instantly pressed down on Tang San's back.

Tang San grunted, his legs sinking slightly as he gripped the Clear Sky Hammer tightly.

Outside the furnace.

The patterns on the surface of the Six-Heng Ancestral Furnace were lit up one by one, and the furnace body emitted a slight tremor.

Tang Xiao stared at the furnace door, then turned to Tang Chen, who stood with his hands behind his back, and asked in a low voice, "Grandfather, are we really going to train someone from another world?"

Tang Chen stared at the flickering light on the furnace wall, his aged face devoid of any extra expression.

"Innate full soul power, twin martial souls."

"Such a person is extremely rare, even in the entire history of the continent. He is indeed a rare talent that comes along only once in a century."

He turned around and looked at Tang Xiao: "Xiao'er, the direct bloodline of the Tang Clan's inner sect is becoming increasingly sparse. In the sect today, besides me, this old bone who rarely shows his face, you are the only other titled Douluo who truly bears the surname Tang."

Tang Chen paused, his tone turning cold: "Those non-family retainers in the Hall of Offerings have been overstepping their bounds lately, and their actions are becoming increasingly audacious. The inner sect urgently needs to cultivate one of its own, and it must be a top-tier Title Douluo, to suppress this evil trend."

Upon hearing this, a hint of embarrassment flashed in Tang Xiao's eyes. He knelt down again and lowered his head: "I'm sorry, Grandfather. It is my incompetence that I failed to fully control the Hall of Offerings; this is my dereliction of duty."

"Get up." Tang Chen waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to take the blame. "Those old fogies in the Hall of Offerings are no pushovers. Putting aside that stubborn old woman, Silver Crocodile, just the sisters, Shi Mo and Yi Yu, with their Dragon-Slaying Ridge, are enough to give you a headache. You've already done your best to maintain the current situation in this predicament."