Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

A drop of icy water slid down from a stalagmite on the cave wall and landed precisely on Tang San's forehead.

A chill spread from between his brows, like a tiny ice needle piercing his skin, and Tang San's brow twitched slightly.

Then came the second drop. The third drop.

Her eyelids trembled, and she slowly opened them.

The first thing that came into view was a dimly lit stone wall. Water droplets were slowly sliding down the wall, forming small puddles in the hollows below, making a soft dripping sound.

The air was filled with the smell of dampness and rocks, along with a faint, almost imperceptible scent of grass.

Tang San blinked. His vision cleared, and he found himself lying on the floor of the stone chamber.

Tang San sat up, the movement affecting his right leg, and a cool, strange sensation came from deep within his leg bone.

It wasn't pain, nor numbness, but an indescribable feeling, like something slowly flowing inside the bones.

He glanced down at his right leg.

The trouser legs were rolled up to the knees, and the exposed skin was covered with a thin layer of grayish-white paste, like dried mud or solidified grease.

Tang San reached out and gently scraped the grayish-white substance with his fingertips.

The substance was very brittle and crumbled at the slightest touch, falling off in a soft rustling motion to reveal the pale pink new skin underneath.

Her skin was as tender as a freshly peeled egg, a stark contrast to her previous skin.

Chapter 529 The Kingdom of Barak

Tang San looked down at his bare arms, where the same grayish-white paste-like substance covered his skin, his arms, chest, abdomen, and even the spaces between his toes.

He looked like he had been pulled out of the mud.

Tang San frowned.

This grayish-white, paste-like substance was clearly impurities expelled from his body.

After the meridians were widened and the bones were reshaped, the waste that had accumulated deep in the body was forced out by the cool blue-gold airflow, which adhered to the skin surface and formed this hard shell after drying.

He flexed his fingers and then rotated his ankle.

The joints were flexible and smooth, without any stiffness, making it even lighter than before absorbing the soul bone.

It was as if an invisible shackle had been removed.

"woke up?"

Tang Hao's voice came from the side, hoarse and low, with a hint of fatigue.

Tang San turned his head and saw Tang Hao sitting on a rock in the corner of the stone chamber, leaning against the cave wall with his arms crossed, his cloudy eyes staring at him without blinking.

"Hmm," Tang San responded, pushing himself up from the ground.

Grayish-white debris fell from his body and landed on the ground at his feet.

Tang Hao also stood up, walked up to Tang San, and looked him up and down.

"Having absorbed the soul bone, you have been completely transformed," he said, his voice hoarse but resolute.

"From a purely physical standpoint, your current bone structure and meridians are definitely among the top three in the entire Douluo Continent."

Tang San raised an eyebrow slightly.

The top three?

This evaluation was unexpected.

"Your mother was a 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor in human form, and her soul bone contains the essence of her entire life."

Tang Hao saw his confusion and explained in a deep voice, "The process of this soul bone fusing into your body not only gives you a soul skill, but also reshapes your body. Your bone density, meridian resilience, and muscle fiber strength have all undergone a qualitative leap."

He paused, a sharp glint flashing in his cloudy eyes.

"Having twin martial souls places an immense burden on the body. An ordinary soul master's body simply cannot withstand the pressure of cultivating two martial souls simultaneously; forcing cultivation will only result in ruptured meridians and a runaway soul power. But you are different now."

His voice rose a few decibels.

"With your current physical strength, you can fully withstand the pressure of twin martial souls. Once your Blue Silver Emperor martial soul reaches the ninth ring, you can add more spirit rings to the Clear Sky Hammer."

Tang San nodded upon hearing this.

He didn't say much, but he had already memorized those words.

After the Blue Silver Emperor's ninth ring, comes the Haotian Hammer.

That's a distant prospect for him now, but at least he has a clear direction.

Tang Hao then asked, "What soul skill did this soul bone give you?"

Tang San closed his eyes and sensed the information contained in his right leg bone.

A moment later, he opened his eyes, his voice calm.

"fly."

Tang Hao's pupils contracted slightly.

"Flying with minimal soul power consumption."

"The amount of soul power required to activate this soul skill is negligible, almost negligible. The time spent in the air depends solely on my will."

Tang Hao remained silent for a moment.

In the Douluo Continent today, flying is an extremely rare ability. Only a soul bone with a ten thousand-year lifespan can produce such a top-grade soul skill.

No wings are needed, no flying-type martial soul is needed, and no large amount of soul power is needed to support the body; it is pure, free, and free to fly as one pleases.

This is an ability that countless Soul Masters dream of.

"Okay." Tang Hao nodded.

Tang San did not respond.

He bent down and picked up the pale gold gem from the ground, walked to the mound, and rearranged it so that the light could illuminate the blue silver grass.

The blades of grass swayed gently in the sunlight, as if in response.

Tang San glanced at it, then turned and walked out of the stone chamber.

Tang Hao followed behind him.

……

The Kingdom of Barak.

The trees on both sides of the official road had lost all their leaves, and their bare branches stretched out against the gray horizon like a pair of withered hands.

A cold wind blew in from the north, stirring up dust and withered leaves from the road, stinging my face.

Cinderella stood on a small hill beside the official road, her long golden hair fluttering gently in the wind.

Today she was wearing a dark blue outfit with a gray cloak over it, the hood of which was not pulled up, revealing her exquisitely beautiful profile.

His amber eyes gazed at the city looming in the twilight, and his lips pursed slightly.

Barak Royal City.

She traveled from the north to the south, from the east coast to the western desert, stopping and going as she pleased, without a clear destination or anything she felt obligated to do.

I just want to see the world, to see the scenery I've never seen before, and to walk the roads I've never walked before.

After cultivating and fighting for so long, she needed a moment to stop and reflect.

Now, she has stopped and thought about it for a while.

Her experiences along the way gave her a clearer understanding of this continent.

The war between the Spirit Empire and the Anti-Spirit Alliance was far more intense than she had anticipated.

Battles at the Title Douluo level occur frequently, and each one is earth-shattering.

Those small kingdoms and principalities caught between the two major powers had an even harder time.

The war had not yet reached their territory, but food prices had already begun to rise, and waves of refugees were pouring in from the east.

Cinderella saw many such refugees on the road.

They were traveling with their families, carrying tattered bags, their faces numb and weary.

She can't help them.

One person's strength is too limited. In the face of a war that sweeps across the entire continent, an individual's strength is like a drop of water falling into the ocean, not even making a splash.

All she can do is take care of herself and not cause trouble for others.

Cinderella withdrew her gaze and used her consciousness to open the system communication interface located in her mind.

A blue light screen appeared before her eyes, visible only to her.

"Ailuo, are you there?"

She spoke, her voice not loud, but clearly transmitted into the light screen.

There was a moment of silence on the other end, then a soft female voice came through, carrying a hint of languor and weariness.

"Yes. What's wrong?"

“I’m almost at Barak,” Cinderella said. “Would you like to meet me?”

There was another moment of silence on the other end.

"Sure. I'll send someone to meet you at the city gate."

"it is good."

After receiving a reply, Cinderella turned off the light screen.

She never expected that their next meeting after the Soul Master Competition would be under these circumstances.

In the Kingdom of Barak, the current apparent ruler is Sleeping Beauty Aurora.

Although she was still nominally a princess and her adoptive father was still the king, everyone in the kingdom knew that she was the one in charge.

She persuaded her adoptive parents to join the Anti-Martial Soul Alliance, and she single-handedly orchestrated the Barak Kingdom's choice of stance in this war.

It was she who, after the kingdom split, led the half of the forces willing to follow her and struggled to maintain this remaining territory.