Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

There was only a small mound of earth.

The mound was located at the deepest part of the stone chamber, rising no more than a foot above the ground. It was surrounded by a ring of stones of varying sizes, some smooth and some rough, but all stacked neatly.

On the mound, there was a blue silver grass.

The Blue Silver Grass appeared to be longer than ordinary grass leaves, and what was most striking were the fine golden veins on the leaves, which shimmered with a faint glow under the light of the pale gold gem in Tang Hao's hand.

Although it looked somewhat unusual, Tang San sensed that the Blue Silver Grass was malnourished.

The leaves were not plump enough, the edges were slightly curled, and the color was not the bright blue of a healthy blue silver grass, but a darker blue.

It was like a lack of water, or a lack of light, or something he couldn't quite put his finger on.

Tang San was somewhat puzzled, but he didn't speak. He was waiting for Tang Hao to explain.

Tang Hao stood there, holding up the pale gold gem, motionless.

His gaze fell on the blue silver grass, his cloudy eyes churning with extremely complex emotions.

There was tenderness, guilt, longing, and a hint of fragile softness that Tang San had never seen on his face before.

He just stared at that blade of grass for a long time.

So long that Tang San thought he had forgotten the original purpose of bringing him here.

“Mistress,” Tang Hao finally spoke, his voice hoarse as if sandpaper had been scraping against a stone. “Come here and kneel down.”

Tang San's brows furrowed sharply.

kneel down?

He suspected there was something wrong with his ears.

Putting aside the matter of making him kneel down, Tang San has only ever knelt to heaven, earth, and his parents in his life, but his only parents are Ah Yin and Tang Hao, and he has never had the thought of kneeling to his father, Tang Hao.

The fact that they planted Blue Silver Grass in the cave was already enough to leave Tang San speechless.

Blue silver grass is a plant, and although it is very resilient, it still needs sunlight.

This cave is cold and damp, and not a ray of sunlight can get in. It would be strange if Blue Silver Grass could survive here.

What is Tang Hao up to?

Tang San did not move.

He just stood there, looking at Tang Hao, his eyes saying, "Are you sick?"

Tang Hao frowned deeply when he saw that Tang Hao did not kneel.

He turned around, his cloudy eyes staring straight at Tang San, filled with surging anger.

"You mistress, I'm telling you to kneel down!"

His voice rose a few decibels, echoing in the silent cave and causing pebbles to fall from the cave walls.

Tang San remained motionless.

He looked at Tang Hao, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

The curve was shallow, carrying an indescribable meaning. It was like looking at an unreasonable person.

Tang Hao clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, as if trying to suppress the emotions surging in his chest.

Then, he lowered his voice.

It's not that I'm not angry anymore, it's that I've swallowed my anger back.

“The mistress,” he began, his voice low and hoarse, each word seeming to be squeezed from the depths of his throat, “is your mother.”

Tang San's expression froze for a moment.

Previously in the Blue Silver Forest, Tang Hao mentioned that his mother was Ah Yin, but he never told Tang San anything else afterward.

He looked down at the malnourished Blue Silver Grass, then looked up at Tang Hao's serious face.

His lips moved slightly, but he didn't speak.

But his eyes said it all.

Are you kidding me?

Blue Silver Grass? Mother?

Although Tang San had no feelings for Tang Hao, he at least knew that his mother was Ah Yin, Tang Hao's former wife, a living, breathing person.

How could it be this Blue Silver Grass that can't even get sunlight?

Tang Hao sensed his disbelief, but did not get angry.

He simply turned around, faced the blue silver grass again, and slowly squatted down.

He placed the pale gold gem on the edge of the mound, its soft light enveloping the blue silver grass in a warm halo.

"Little San, did you know that a 100,000-year-old soul beast can transform into a human?"

Tang San's pupils contracted slightly.

A 100,000-year-old soul beast? Transforming into a human?

He had never heard of this concept before.

In Notting City, none of the ancient texts that Yu Xiaogang showed him mentioned that soul beasts could transform into humans.

But during his time in the City of Slaughter, he did vaguely hear some rumors that certain soul beasts that had lived for more than 100,000 years could transform into human form and infiltrate the human world.

He thought it was just a legend and never took it seriously.

Now Tang Hao is telling him that this is his mother?

“Your mother, A Yin,” Tang Hao’s voice was very low, as if he were talking to himself, “was the 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor in human form.”

Tang San's fingers curled slightly.

Blue Silver Emperor.

His Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, his natural affinity for Blue Silver Grass, the call he heard in that Blue Silver Grass forest, and the nurturing affection that the Blue Silver Grass conveyed to him when he absorbed his sixth soul ring.

All the fragments were pieced together to form a complete picture at this moment.

It's not that he's exceptionally gifted; it's his bloodline.

“Back then,” Tang Hao’s voice continued to echo in the cave, deep and hoarse, “your mother and I met, got to know each other, and fell in love. We spent many years together, and then you were born.”

His fingers gently stroked the leaves of the blue silver grass, the movement extremely light and gentle, as if he were caressing a lover's cheek.

"Later, the Pope of the Spirit Hall, Qian Xunji, came to our door with his men. They wanted your mother's spirit ring and spirit bone from a 100,000-year-old spirit beast, which they saw as a moving treasure."

Tang San's brows furrowed tightly.

"Your mother..." Tang Hao's voice paused, as if he was trying to suppress something, "She chose to sacrifice herself to protect her father and to protect you before you were born."

"Sacrifice?" Tang San's voice turned cold.

“Sacrifice.” Tang Hao repeated the word, his voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible. “A 100,000-year-old soul beast can sacrifice itself to transfer its power, soul rings, and soul bones to a designated person. Your mother chose to be your father; she gave me everything she had.”

He raised his head, his cloudy eyes looking at Tang San.

"The ninth spirit ring on my body, ten thousand years ago, was your mother."

Tang San fell silent.

He looked at the malnourished Blue Silver Grass, at the fine golden lines on its leaves, and at it swaying gently in Tang Hao's palm.

His lips moved several times before he finally made a sound.

"This is...my mother?"

Tang Hao nodded. "That's right."

Then he turned his head and looked at the blue silver grass, his voice lowered, so low that only he could hear it.

"Ah Yin, I've brought my son to see you."

His fingers gently stroked the blades of grass, his movements so light and tender, as if he were caressing the most precious thing in the world.

“Our son has grown up now. He has inherited your talent and is even more outstanding than you.” His voice was a little choked up, but he couldn’t suppress the smile on his lips.

"Do you see? Our son has come."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang San's Blue Silver Grass martial soul was suddenly released uncontrollably.

It wasn't something he initiated; it was the martial spirit responding on its own.

Blue silver grass surged from his palm, and the blue tendrils swayed gently in the cave, reaching towards the blue silver grass as if they were alive.

Immediately afterwards, his Blue Silver Domain, which had automatically awakened when he obtained his sixth spirit ring but which he had not yet fully mastered, opened on its own at this moment.

Gentle fluctuations of soul power permeated the silent space, enveloping him in a clear blue halo.

The blue silver grass suddenly swayed more violently.

Chapter 527 Revenge

It wasn't the wind blowing it; there's no wind in the cave. It was moving on its own. Under the influence of the Blue Silver Domain, its leaves began to unfurl, to grow, and to come alive at a visible speed.

The golden threads on the grass blades seemed to come alive, rippling like golden waves with a slight undulation.

The originally dull blue leaves gradually became bright, and even the edges showed a faint golden luster.

It's like someone who has been asleep for far too long, finally feeling the call of their kind, and is trying to wake up from a long dream.

Tang Hao stared wide-eyed at the growing Blue Silver Grass, his cloudy eyes filled with shock.

"This"

He muttered to himself, his voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible, as if a wad of cotton was stuck in his throat.

"I... how could I not have thought of that? Ah Yin, Ah Yin, could it be that you can really come back to life?"

The Blue Silver Grass continued to grow, and the golden patterns on its leaves grew brighter and brighter under the illumination of Tang San's Blue Silver Domain, as if something was awakening from its slumber.

Tang San stood to the side, his hands hanging at his sides, his gaze fixed on the grass, but his expression was not particularly excited.

He watched as tears welled up in Tang Hao's cloudy eyes, and saw the man who was always as cold and hard as iron in front of the Haotian Sect disciples squatting on the ground, carefully stroking the blade of grass as if he were touching the most precious thing in the world.