Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

Fall.

boom

Black light exploded from the hammer, transforming into a massive black dragon that soared into the sky!

The waterfall completely went out of control at that moment.

The massive flow of water, with a drop of 200 meters, was forcefully pushed aside by this black dragon, causing it to scatter and fly everywhere, filling the entire valley with splashes, mist, and vapor.

The sunlight was blocked, the view was obscured, and only the black dragon roared, rose, and danced in the vast curtain of water.

Then, the waterfall disappeared.

The entire waterfall disappears completely from the mountainside.

It wasn't a interruption of the flow, nor a change of course; it was simply blasted apart by that terrifying force.

Water splashed everywhere, and mist filled the air. After several breaths, the waterfall's flow regrouped and cascaded down the mountainside.

But its momentum had weakened somewhat compared to before.

It was as if even the waterfall itself had been damaged by that single blow.

Tang Hao stood by the pool, his gray robes completely soaked by the water vapor, his hair covered with water droplets, but his eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.

He looked at the boy standing on the round stone in the middle of the pool, at that stubborn face blurred by the water vapor, and a slow smile appeared on his lips.

The smile was faint, yet it carried a deep sense of pride.

"It's done."

His voice was so soft that it was almost drowned out by the roar of the waterfall.

But Cinderella heard it.

She stood not far behind Tang Hao, her long golden hair braided into a long plait hanging down her back, her amber eyes reflecting the figure in the center of the pool.

A smile also appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"The mistress... she did it."

In the middle of the pool, Tang San jumped off the round rock and swam towards the shore.

His movements remained swift, but Cinderella noticed that his legs trembled slightly as he reached the shore.

That's a sign of exhaustion.

Tang San walked to the shore, shook the water off his head, and immediately looked at Cinderella.

His gaze softened slightly when he saw her standing there unharmed.

Then, he looked at Tang Hao.

Tang Hao didn't notice the change in Tang San's eyes at all.

His gaze fell on his son, looking at his face, pale from being soaked in water but still resolute, and at his eyes, still bright as stars. A complex emotion welled up in his heart.

"You've mastered the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique."

Tang Hao's voice remained calm, but there was a hint of gentleness in his tone that he himself did not realize.

"From today onwards, you don't need to practice anymore."

Tang San was slightly taken aback.

No need to practice anymore?

These four words, spoken by Tang Hao, left him somewhat dazed.

He's been practicing this hammer technique for many years. He practiced in the blacksmith's shop in Holy Soul Village, in the blacksmith's shop in Notting City, and now he's practicing under the waterfall.

He thought he would keep practicing until Tang Hao said "that's enough".

But today, Tang Hao said, "There's no need to practice anymore."

Tang San was silent for a moment, then nodded.

He didn't ask why, nor did he ask what to do next.

Because he knew Tang Hao would say it.

Sure enough, Tang Hao's gaze shifted from Tang San to Cinderella, and then back to Tang San.

"Your sister recently acquired her sixth spirit ring."

His voice remained calm, as if he were stating a perfectly ordinary fact.

Tang San's gaze shifted slightly as he looked at Cinderella.

Cinderella nodded, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Tang San didn't say anything more, but simply looked away.

Tang Hao continued, "You're level 60 now, it's time to get your sixth spirit ring."

Chapter 478 Blue Silver Grass

"You're level 60 now, it's time to get your sixth spirit ring."

Tang Hao's voice was calm and even, yet it was like a pebble thrown into Tang San's heart, stirring up ripples.

Countless thoughts flashed through Tang San's mind in an instant.

Level 60, sixth spirit ring.

What kind of soul beast should we hunt?

He has two martial souls: Blue Silver Grass and Clear Sky Hammer. He's not in a rush to acquire the Clear Sky Hammer's spirit ring. What he needs to acquire right now is the sixth spirit ring for the Blue Silver Grass.

Blue Silver Grass... control, consumption, support.

What kind of soul beast can grant him the soul skill he needs most?

Tang San's eyes flickered slightly as countless characteristics of soul beasts flashed through his mind, only to be rejected one by one.

Tang Hao didn't give him time to think. He spoke directly, his tone still commanding and leaving no room for argument: "Go pack your things. You won't be coming back to this place."

Tang San was slightly taken aback, his gaze sweeping over the valley where he had lived for quite some time.

The waterfall still roars, the pool is still clear, the wooden house still stands quietly on the bank, and the vegetables in the garden are lush and green, growing just right.

Having lived here with Cinderella for quite some time, Tang San felt a pang of sadness at the thought of parting.

But Tang San isn't the type to be sad about parting.

He nodded and turned to walk towards the cabin.

Cinderella followed behind him, and the two entered the cabin one after the other.

There wasn't much stuff: a few changes of clothes, some dry food and water, and some small gadgets that Tang San had personally crafted with his forging hammer during this time.

Tang San acted quickly, sorting everything into categories and storing it in the Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moonlit Night and another spare storage soul tool.

Cinderella was also packing her things, but she was slower and more meticulous than Tang San.

"Sister, are you reluctant to part with her?" Tang San's voice came from next door.

Cinderella gently shook her head, a faint smile playing on her lips: "It's not that I'm reluctant to part with it, it's just that... time really flies."

Tang San did not respond.

After all, he also felt that time passed quickly.

His chaotic cloak hammer technique has gone from barely managing eighty-one strikes to now being able to shatter the entire waterfall with a single blow.

His soul power soared from level 51 to level 60.

Soon, my sister's soul power will also break through to level sixty-one.

Tang San carefully put away the last hidden weapon part and walked out of the wooden house.

Tang Hao was already standing by the pool, waiting. His dusty gray robes fluttered gently in the morning breeze, and his messy hair covered half of his face, making it impossible to see his expression.

"Let's go."

It all boils down to those two words: simple, direct, and without any unnecessary words.

Tang San and Cinderella exchanged a glance, neither of them asking where they were going, and simply followed Tang Hao's footsteps silently.

The three figures moved quickly along the mountain road, soon leaving the valley where they had lived for two years far behind.

……

Five days later.

Tang Hao led Tang San and Cinderella to an unknown forest.

At the entrance to the forest, towering ancient trees block out the sun, vines entwine, and weeds grow rampant.

Dim light filtered through the gaps in the branches and leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground. The air was filled with the mingled scent of decaying leaves and earth, and occasionally a low, guttural roar echoed from the depths of the forest, sending chills down one's spine.

As soon as Tang San stepped into the forest, his brows furrowed sharply.

His mental strength had been honed to an extremely sharp level during the two years of training at the waterfall, and at this moment, a strong sense of danger rushed towards him like a tidal wave.

It didn't come from any one direction, but from all directions, from every corner of the forest, from the unseen darkness, it kept flowing in.

The feeling was like being watched by countless eyes at the same time.

Tang San's Xuan Tian Gong was circulating faster within his body. His fingers curled slightly, and several strands of Blue Silver Grass quietly emerged from his sleeves, ready to deal with any unexpected situations.

Cinderella sensed it too.

She stood beside Tang San, her amber eyes slightly narrowed, her gaze sweeping across the dark depths of the dense forest. Fine golden stardust condensed at her fingertips, twinkling in the dim light.

But what she cared about more was something else.

Cinderella's gaze fell on the ground, on the blue silver grass that could be seen everywhere, swaying gently in the breeze.

The blue silver grass here is so lush.

It's abnormally lush.

Moreover, almost all of the Blue Silver Grass emitted a faint fluctuation of soul power.

They are soul beasts.