Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

Its entire body is a crystal clear blue-gold color, as if it were made from the fusion of the purest sapphire and gold.

There seemed to be twinkling starlight inside, as if the most brilliant galaxy in the night sky had been compressed into this tiny skeleton.

But what's most astonishing isn't its color, its luster, or even the powerful aura it exudes.

It's not about the feeling it evokes, but rather the impression it gives.

Tang San had never experienced that feeling with any other soul bone.

It seemed to have a life of its own.

It's not a metaphor, not an exaggeration; it's real, living life.

It felt like something was throbbing, breathing, and growing inside this bone.

It was as if it were not an inanimate object, but a sleeping soul waiting to be awakened.

Tang San's pupils contracted slightly.

He instantly had a guess in his mind.

This should be the remains of his mother, Ah Yin.

Tang Hao stood beside him, his gaze fixed on the blue right leg bone, his expression unusually gentle.

It was a tenderness that Tang San had never seen on his face before.

It wasn't the coldness of Haotian Douluo, nor the majesty of a Title Douluo, nor even the loving affection of a father for his son.

It is a husband looking at the belongings left behind by his wife.

“This sense of life can only be produced by a 100,000-year-old soul beast,” Tang Hao said, his voice hoarse and deep. “This is what your mother left you.”

Tang San's finger paused for a moment on the edge of the lead box.

He looked up and glanced at Tang Hao.

Tang Hao's gaze remained fixed on the soul bone, without looking at him.

"Father, you...didn't absorb this soul bone back then?"

Tang Hao shook his head.

“Your mother has given me her most precious spirit ring. This spirit bone is what she left for you.”

He paused, then lowered his voice.

"Even if you don't become successful, I won't absorb it. I'll keep it as a memento."

Tang San remained silent for a moment.

He looked at the blue-gold soul bone, at the starlight shimmering inside the bone, and at the faint, rhythmic halo that seemed to breathe.

He looked at Tang Hao again.

Tang Hao still didn't look at him, but stared at the soul bone, his turbid eyes churning with complex emotions.

"Absorb the soul bone left to you by your mother."

Tang Hao finally turned his head and looked at Tang San.

"I think she must have been very happy to witness this. Seeing her son under her protection, your mother must have been very satisfied."

Tang San did not respond immediately.

He glanced at the Blue Silver Grass swaying quietly in the pale golden light, then looked at Tang Hao's cloudy eyes.

Then, he lowered his head and looked at the blue-gold soul bone.

He didn't hesitate for long.

He needs to improve his strength. Whether it's searching for Cinderella or dealing with potential future dangers, he needs to become stronger.

Soul bones are the most direct and effective way to improve one's character.

Tang San took a deep breath and attached it to his right leg.

A slight buzzing sound was heard.

Tang San felt his right leg tremble slightly, and then a cool sensation quietly entered his leg from all directions.

The crystalline blue soul bone vanished silently, transforming into countless streams of blue-gold energy that swirled around his right leg.

Cool and comfortable, without any obstruction.

Amidst this gentle energy fluctuation, Tang San felt his soul power being drawn to it and undulating gently. With each fluctuation, the surrounding air would become softer.

His total soul power did not increase significantly under this fluctuation, but it began to become purer.

He could clearly see that the Xuan Tian Gong internal energy within his body was changing from its original white color to a light blue color, and then back to white color.

Blue. White. Blue. White.

Like the tides, like breathing, like some ancient rhythm.

The whole process was quick, and when the internal energy turned white again, it was a completely different kind of white.

If the color of internal energy used to be the most orthodox white, then now internal energy is a white full of texture.

It is not pale, nor is it paper white, but rather has a warm and smooth texture like the finest mutton fat jade.

It looks like it has been polished, refined, or tempered by something.

Before Tang San could fully experience this change, the cool sensation in his right leg bone spread to every part of his body.

A violent cracking sound of bones echoed through the cave.

The sounds were so dense, it was as if someone had set off a string of firecrackers inside Tang San's body, or as if a hundred people were twisting his bones at the same time.

Surprisingly, Tang San did not feel any pain throughout the entire process.

The cool, blue air current, like the smoothest silk, spread upwards from his right leg, climbed up his spine, ran along his ribs to his chest, and then flowed down his arm to his fingertips.

Wherever it passed, Tang San could clearly sense his meridians.

He "saw" that all his meridians had turned a light blue.

The blue was very pale, like blue ink diluted countless times, but it was exceptionally clear under the reflection of internal energy.

The space within the meridians where internal energy flows is increasing exponentially.

If the meridians were a small stream before, they are now a great river.

With a wider river channel and a larger flow, the river can naturally withstand more internal forces.

Although the space has become larger, the meridians have not become thinner at all; on the contrary, they have become more flexible.

Tang San could feel that all eight of his extraordinary meridians were now connected, linking them together with the bridge between heaven and earth.

This phenomenon only occurs when the Xuan Tian Gong is cultivated to an extremely high level.

In the history of the Tang Sect, only a handful of disciples have been able to open up all eight extraordinary meridians, and each of them achieved this only after decades of cultivation.

He has only been practicing the Xuan Tian Gong for a few years.

A slight cracking sound came from the meridians, but there was still no pain.

That was the sound of a bottleneck being broken, the sound of obstacles being swept away, the sound of the door to a higher realm being pushed open.

Tang San closed his eyes, letting the sounds echo within his body.

In an instant, the internal energy of the Xuan Tian Gong surged forth like a raging torrent.

They no longer circulated slowly, but instead ran wildly within Tang San's body.

One lap, two laps, three laps.

With each rotation, his internal strength grows stronger.

With each increase in size, the speed of operation increases.

This is a positive cycle, a cycle that is accelerating ever more.

Tang San's breathing became rapid, and his heart pounded like a drum, but he did not stop, nor could he stop.

His internal strength is constantly increasing.

Each fluctuation caused Tang San's body to tremble violently.

His muscles were contracting, his bones were cracking, his meridians were expanding, and his internal energy was surging.

His body is undergoing an unprecedented transformation.

Tang Hao stood aside, watching Tang San's body tremble in the blue-gold halo, his cloudy eyes filled with loneliness and sorrow.

From then on, Ah Yin left him one less thing.

Tang San's consciousness gradually became blurred.

It wasn't because of the pain, but because it was too comfortable.

That cool airflow enveloped every inch of his meridians, every bone, and every muscle.

The feeling was like soaking in a hot spring at just the right temperature, or like having your whole body gently massaged by someone with the softest hands.

His eyelids were getting heavier and heavier.

He tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt like they were glued shut.

He tried to stand up, but his limbs felt like they were made of lead.

His consciousness began to sink, plunging into a bottomless blue ocean.

The ocean was warm, soft, and safe.

It felt like being in a mother's arms.

Tang San completely lost consciousness.

……

In the darkness, something gently touched his cheek.

It is very light and soft, like a feather or a blade of grass.

Tang San's consciousness floated and sank in that blue ocean, without dreams, without thoughts, only a boundless, warm void.

I don't know how much time passed.