Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

Tang San spent almost the entire year in these mountains and forests.

Every morning, he cultivates the Purple Demon Eyes in the rising sun; during the day, he tempers his body and soul power under the waterfall; and at night, he sits cross-legged under the moonlight, circulating the Mysterious Heaven Technique to gradually solidify and refine the soul power within his body.

He never dared to slack off in his cultivation, because there was another name in Tang San's heart—the Spirit Hall.

The behemoth that had oppressed him and his son for so many years weighed on his heart like a boulder; only by constantly becoming stronger could he one day overthrow it.

The sound of the waterfall was suddenly broken by a series of footsteps.

The footsteps were neither hurried nor slow, making a soft sound as they stepped on the damp rocks.

Tang San's ears twitched slightly, a smile appeared on his face, he opened his eyes and stood up.

"dad."

He called out to the person who had come.

Tang Hao emerged from the shadows of the woods.

This former Haotian Douluo looks a bit older than he did a few years ago. His stubble is thicker and the wrinkles around his eyes are deeper, but his eyes are still bright and sharp, like two blades hidden in their sheaths.

Tang Hao was wearing a gray-black short-sleeved shirt, revealing his strong arms. Standing there, he exuded a sense of mountain-like composure.

"Stop it."

Tang Hao walked up to Tang San, looked him up and down, nodded slightly, and said, "You've been cultivating for so long, it's about time."

"almost?"

Tang San was slightly taken aback and looked at his father with some confusion.

Tang Hao did not answer immediately, but sat down on a rock opposite Tang San.

He was silent for a moment, as if considering his words, before slowly saying, "You should remember that I placed a suppression on you before."

Tang San nodded.

Of course he remembers.

It was shortly after he broke through to level 40 when his father used a method he had never seen before to set up a restriction within his body.

The restriction did not affect his daily cultivation or the circulation of his soul power; in fact, it made his soul power more solid and more obedient than before.

But Tang San could feel that the restriction was like an invisible chain, firmly binding something within his body.

"That suppression is a secret technique of the Haotian Sect."

Tang Hao's voice was deep and steady as he explained, "Its function is mainly aimed at Soul Masters between levels 40 and 50."

"At this stage, the growth rate of soul power often slows down due to bottlenecks, so the ancestors of the Haotian Sect created this secret technique."

"Compressing and purifying soul power, and continuing to cultivate under suppression, will be much faster than normal cultivation."

"This secret technique can only be used once in a lifetime; once it's used, it's gone."

Tang San listened quietly, a hint of anticipation rising in his heart.

"Now that your cultivation has reached a certain level, it's time to release this suppression."

Tang Hao stood up, walked to Tang San, raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and placed them lightly on Tang San's chest.

Tang San felt a warm and powerful force surging from his father's palm, like a sleeping dragon slowly awakening.

That power penetrated his skin, muscles, and bones, reaching the deepest core of his soul power.

Tang San felt that the invisible chains that had bound him for so long were melting and disintegrating rapidly in the face of his father's power, just like ice and snow under the scorching sun.

An indescribable feeling rose from Tang San's body.

It was a feeling of exhilaration that had been suppressed for too long, like a river that had been blocked for a long time suddenly being dredged, and a flood that had been accumulating for a long time gushing out, unstoppable.

At this moment, the soul power within Tang San's body completely boiled over. It circulated wildly, growing stronger with each rotation, and then circulating even more wildly with each increase in strength.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Tang San's forehead, his breathing became rapid, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists.

He could clearly feel his soul power rising at an incredible speed.

Level 43, Level 44, Level 45...

Numbers flashed through his mind one after another, so fast that Tang San could hardly believe it.

Finally, the surging momentum gradually subsided.

Tang San took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, then opened his eyes and looked at his hands.

He felt the new, profound, almost tangible soul power within his body, and for a moment he was in a daze.

"Level 50...?"

Tang San's voice was filled with obvious shock.

He remembered clearly that before the suppression was lifted, his soul power had been suppressed to level forty-two.

At this moment, Tang San's soul power was clearly at the threshold of level fifty.

Eight levels in one year, from forty-two to fifty—such speed is simply astonishing.

(This operation is from the original work. In the original work, after the Soul Master Competition, Tang Hao used the Clear Sky Sect's secret technique to allow Tang San to reach level eight in one year.)

Tang Hao looked at the shock on his son's face, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

He didn't say much, but patted Tang San on the shoulder, signaling him to sit down and calm down.

Tang San sat down as instructed, and it took him about half an incense stick's time to completely tame the surging soul power within his body.

He looked up at his father and asked, "Dad, do I need to go hunt for my fifth spirit ring now?"

"Yes."

Tang Hao nodded, but the expression on his face became somewhat complicated.

"However... I originally planned to find the Blue Silver King for you."

"The Blue Silver King is the king of Blue Silver Grass. If you can gain its approval, you will not only obtain a high-quality spirit ring, but more importantly, it may awaken the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline within you, allowing your martial spirit to truly awaken."

Tang San listened quietly without saying a word.

"but……"

Tang Hao sighed, his tone tinged with regret, and said, "The last time I took you to that Blue Silver Grass Forest, you saw it too, the Blue Silver King was gone."

"I went there several more times that year, searching every corner of that forest, but I still couldn't find any trace of it."

"I think the Blue Silver King must really be dead."

"Ugh……"

Tang Hao's sigh contained a great deal of helplessness.

He knew what the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline meant to Tang San; it was the most precious legacy left to him by Tang San's mother.

If the Blue Silver King were still alive, Tang San would have had the opportunity to awaken this bloodline and transform his martial soul.

But now, it seems that this path is no longer viable.

Seeing his father's gloomy expression, Tang San quickly comforted him, "Dad, it's okay even without the Blue Silver King."

"If all else fails, I'll find other ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts to make my fifth soul ring; that way I can still become stronger."

Tang Hao felt a warmth in his heart as he looked at his son's feigned ease and nodded, "That's fine too."

Tang San thought for a moment and then said, "Dad, since the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline can't be awakened now, I might as well go all the way and continue to add poison attribute soul rings to the Blue Silver Grass martial soul."

"I've already completed several spirit rings along this path, and the results have been quite good. The Blue Silver Grass's toxicity is getting stronger and stronger, and it can play a significant role in battle."

Tang Hao remained silent for a moment, then finally sighed and said, "That's all we can do."

"However, have you decided which kind of spirit beast you want to hunt for your fifth spirit ring?"

In fact, Tang San had already considered this issue. The venom of snake-type soul beasts is extremely potent, which can maximize the advantages of his route.

Therefore, he said without hesitation, "I plan to hunt venomous snake-type spirit beasts to enhance the toughness and toxicity of my Blue Silver Grass spirit."

Tang Hao thought for a moment and said, "There are two suitable soul beasts nearby."

"One is a Azure Water Dragon, and the other is a Corpse Bone Crocodile, both with cultivation levels of around 20,000 years."

"The Azure Water Dragon is skilled in water control and poison, while the Bone-Rotting Crocodile is known for its strength and corrosiveness."

Which one do you want to choose?

"Azure Water Dragon, right?"

Tang San explained almost without hesitation, "Its toxins, combined with its water-based abilities, should produce a better chemical reaction with my Blue Silver Grass."

"Then let's go."

Without wasting any words, Tang Hao turned and walked into the depths of the forest, with Tang San quickly following behind.

Afterwards, Tang Hao and Tang San traveled through the mountains and forests for about an hour, the path under their feet becoming narrower and narrower, while the trees on both sides became denser and denser.

Just when Tang San thought he would have to walk like this until dark, the view suddenly opened up before him.

A lake suddenly came into their view.

The lake is not large, and its surface is as calm as a forgotten mirror.

But the lake water was a strange color; it was a deep, dark green, so dark it seemed to sink, as if something sinister was hidden beneath the surface.

A thin layer of mist floated on the lake, neither too thick nor too thin, just enough to shroud the scenery on the opposite shore in a hazy mist, as if someone had deliberately drawn a veil over the lake.

The water was very still, almost without a ripple.

Even when the wind blows, it only creates a few fine ripples on the water's surface, which disappear in the blink of an eye.

But Tang San felt something was off.

His senses were always sharp, and now, standing by the lake, he felt as if something was watching him from beneath the surface.

The feeling of being watched was subtle, yet it made one feel extremely uncomfortable.

Chapter 425 Tang San Enters the City of Slaughter

"Over there in the center of the lake, there is a group of plant-type soul beasts called Moon Lotus."

Tang Hao lowered his voice, gestured towards the center of the lake, and said, "It's a lotus-shaped soul beast with spiritual attributes."