Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

Cinderella's pupils contracted slightly.

Blue Silver Grass, the most common, weakest, and most inconspicuous plant on the continent.

They are ubiquitous and possess remarkable vitality, yet they are rarely seen as soul beasts.

Because their foundation is too weak, so weak that they don't even have the qualifications to cultivate.

But all the Blue Silver Grass in this forest are soul beasts.

what does this mean?

This means that this forest possesses a special power that is enough to change the very nature of the Blue Silver Grass.

Cinderella's gaze involuntarily drifted towards Tang Hao.

Tang Hao didn't look at her, nor at Cinderella.

He simply stood at the entrance to the forest, his back to the two men, his dusty gray robes fluttering gently in the wind.

"sit down."

The two words, still delivered in a commanding tone, left no room for argument.

Tang San was taken aback.

sit down?

it's here?

He glanced at the damp mud beneath his feet, then at Tang Hao's face, which was obscured by his disheveled hair. After hesitating for less than a second, he sat down cross-legged as instructed.

He knew that Tang Hao wouldn't ask him to do this for no reason.

Although he didn't understand what Tang Hao wanted him to do, he knew even more clearly that with his current strength, there was no point in resisting Tang Hao.

Tang Hao walked to Tang San's side, looking down at his son who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, a complex emotion flashing in his cloudy eyes.

"Release your Blue Silver Grass."

His voice remained calm, but this time, it carried a hint of solemnity.

"Then feel it with your heart. With your current mental strength, you should be able to feel it."

Tang San was even more puzzled.

Release the Blue Silver Grass and feel it with your heart.

What do you feel?

He didn't ask, because he knew Tang Hao wouldn't explain.

Tang San closed his eyes, and the Xuan Tian Gong slowly circulated within his body. The dark blue Blue Silver Grass was released from his body on its own, swaying gently around him like spirit snakes.

The concentrated spiritual energy, like invisible tentacles, extends in all directions.

Blue Silver Grass is an extremely common plant in the Douluo Continent.

But at this moment, when Tang San's spiritual power touched the Blue Silver Grass that could be seen everywhere, he felt an unprecedented resonance.

The blue silver grass cheered.

It was not a metaphor, not a rhetorical device, but a genuine, living cheer.

They swayed, they trembled, and they conveyed to Tang San an almost fanatical joy.

Tang San's mind was slightly shaken.

He took a deep breath and pushed his mental energy to its limit.

As his mental energy was gradually released, his senses expanded, and the aura of the Blue Silver Grass he felt grew increasingly powerful.

Ten meters, a hundred meters, a thousand meters... The tentacles of spiritual power extended deep into the forest, touching the Blue Silver Grass that had become soul beasts, touching the Blue Silver Grass that was still just an ordinary plant, touching every single plant, every single patch, every single clump.

They are all calling for him.

Tang San gradually became immersed in this feeling.

He forgot the time, forgot where he was, and forgot who he was.

He felt as if he had transformed into a blue silver grass, rooted in the earth, feeling the sunshine, rain, and breeze, and experiencing the joys and sorrows of his companions.

He discovered that all the blue silver grasses felt a sense of being bathed in his warmth.

It is not reverence, nor fear, but a child's dependence on his father, a wanderer's longing for his hometown, and a believer's devotion to God.

Cinderella stood aside, quietly watching Tang San.

She saw Tang San's Blue Silver Grass swaying gently in the wind, as if whispering, as if singing.

She saw Tang San's face soften, his tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and the corners of his mouth even turned up slightly, as if he were having a beautiful dream.

He almost became one with the Blue Silver Grass.

Just then, a voice suddenly rang in Tang San's mind.

The voice was old and deep, carrying an indescribable majesty, yet filled with trembling excitement, as if an old man who had waited for a thousand years had finally welcomed back his wandering son.

"Your Majesty... Your Great King... Is it really you?"

"You've finally...finally come to me...Thank God...Thank Earth...Thank you..."

The voice seemed to choke up, paused for a moment, and then rang out again, this time with greater urgency and longing.

"Your Majesty, please come to me, please... let me see you... let me... serve you..."

Tang San suddenly opened his eyes.

His chest heaved violently, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his deep eyes were filled with shock.

That sound just now...

Is it a hallucination?

No, it's not a hallucination.

The voice was so clear, so clear that every word seemed to be engraved on his soul.

The excitement, longing, and piety in that voice were all genuine.

Tang San raised his head and looked at Tang Hao.

Tang Hao stood there, his dusty gray robes fluttering gently in the wind, his cloudy eyes calmly looking at him.

"You should have felt it by now."

Tang Hao's voice remained calm, but Tang San noticed that the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

Go ahead. I'll wait for you here.

Tang San opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

He stood up, brushed the dirt off his clothes, and looked into the dark depths of the forest.

Something there was calling to him.

That voice still echoed in his heart.

"Your Majesty... please come to me..."

Tang San took a deep breath, started walking, and headed deeper into the forest.

The blue silver grass automatically parted at his feet, as if paving a path for him.

"He'll be alright," Tang Hao's voice came from behind.

Cinderella turned her head and looked at Tang Hao.

Tang Hao didn't look at her; his gaze fell on the path leading into the depths of the forest, where Tang San's figure had already disappeared into the darkness.

"He'll be fine."

Tang Hao repeated it, his voice carrying an undeniable certainty.

Cinderella was silent for a moment, then nodded gently.

At the entrance to the forest, only Tang Hao and Cinderella remained.

A night breeze blew from the depths of the dense forest, carrying a damp coolness and ruffling the hems of their clothes.

Tang Hao stood there, his dusty robes fluttering in the wind, his disheveled hair obscuring half his face, making his expression unreadable.

Cinderella stood half a step behind him, her long golden braid hanging down her back, her amber eyes gazing quietly into the depths of the forest.

Silent for a long time.

Then, Tang Hao spoke.

“Next,” his voice remained calm, but Cinderella detected a hint of seriousness beneath the calm, “I’m going to arrange for my mistress to enter the Killing City.”

Cinderella's brow twitched slightly.

A killing city?

Tang Hao didn't wait for her to ask and continued talking to himself.

"The City of Slaughter is a special testing ground. There is only one rule there: kill. Kill a certain number of people, pass through the Hell Road, and you will obtain the Domain of the God of Slaughter."

His voice was soft, but every word struck Cinderella's heart like a stone.

"The God of Slaughter Domain is an extremely powerful domain ability. It can suppress opponents in battle, weaken their soul power and mental power, and enhance one's own attack power."

Tang Hao paused, then turned his gaze from the depths of the forest to Cinderella.

"The mistress has to go. This is his path."

Cinderella remained silent.

Her mind raced as she analyzed Tang Hao's words.

Slaughter City... Slaughter God Domain...

It sounds like an extremely cruel place.

But for Tang San, it might really be a path that suits him very well.

His Clear Sky Hammer, his fighting style, his personality... the Killing God Domain truly suits him perfectly.

but……