socalfunplaces Chapter 435 Awaken, My Mother!
Chapter 435 Awaken, My Mother!
The ground trembled slightly, and the soil covering A Yin's roots began to separate on its own, without damaging any of the roots.
Tang Chuan moved very gently, as if afraid of disturbing someone who was sleeping.
The next second, strands of Blue Silver Emperor vines would extend from his palm, gently supporting the Blue Silver Grass and its complete root system.
In the soil, a pale blue life crystal core can be vaguely seen, which is the original form that Ah Yin has reconstituted over the years.
Tang Chuan looked at the life crystal core, a hint of gentleness finally appearing in his eyes, and said:
"Mother, please bear with it a little longer."
"I'll take you to the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire right now."
"Only there can I truly resurrect you!"
The blue silver grass swayed gently, as if it understood his words.
Tang Chuan took out a life jade box that he had prepared beforehand.
This jade box is not made of ordinary jade. It is a life-giving jade given to it by Bi Ji of the Star Dou Great Forest, and it is made by combining the ten-thousand-year-old warm jade collected by the Heaven Dou Royal Family and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
He carefully placed Ah Yin, along with her roots, into the jade box. Then, the cyan-gold Blue Silver Emperor wrapped around the jade box, completely protecting Ah Yin's aura.
After doing all this, Tang Chuan slowly stood up.
Behind him, Ning Fengzhi, Dugu Bo, Sword Douluo and others had arrived outside the back garden at some point.
They did not disturb them.
Only after Tang Chuan put away the jade box did Dugu Bo say softly:
"Are you going there now?"
Upon hearing this, Tang Chuan nodded.
Dugu Bo glanced at the jade box, his expression unusually serious: "I've already had the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well cleared out beforehand. However, your mother is, after all, a 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor. If she's to truly be resurrected, the commotion will be considerable."
Tang Chuan said:
"I know."
Ning Fengzhi asked:
"Do you need our protection?"
Tang Chuan shook his head.
"Apart from Senior Dugu, it's best for others not to approach the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire."
"When Mother is resurrected, it will involve a large amount of life essence and also trigger the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline. Too many people will make it easier to cause interference."
Sword Douluo Path:
"That day in Doucheng?"
Tang Chuan said:
"Let Sect Leader Ning and Senior Dugu make the arrangements for now."
"Qian Renxue's side has already ceased hostilities."
"The Spirit Empire will not continue its siege before Tang San dies."
"As for Tang San, he probably won't be back anytime soon."
Tang Chuan paused at this point.
"This is the best time to revive Mother."
Everyone fell silent.
They all knew that Tang Chuan had endured too much to get to where he was today: Tang San's downfall, the Rakshasa's massacre of the city, the Spirit Empire's invasion, the Star Dou Beasts' alliance, and the Rakshasa's intervention from the God Realm.
He has almost always been saving others—saving Tiandou, saving Xingluo, saving the Xingdou Great Forest, saving the remaining life force in the dead cities that can still be purified. And now, he is finally going to save his own mother.
Ning Fengzhi nodded slightly.
"Go."
"We've got Tian Dou on our side."
Dugu Bo grinned and said:
"Let's go then, kid."
Tang Chuan did not refuse.
He put away the jade box and left Tianxing Academy with Dugu Bo.
……
Sunset Forest, the eye of ice and fire.
This place remains a rare treasure.
Deep in the valley, red and blue springs stand side by side.
One side was as hot as magma, radiating scorching heat.
One side was as cold as ice, filled with a bone-chilling cold.
Two completely opposite streams of spiritual energy from heaven and earth maintain an extremely delicate balance here.
Countless rare herbs grow around the spring, their fragrance, medicinal aroma, and spiritual energy intertwining to make the entire valley seem isolated from the world.
When Tang Chuan stepped into the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire, all the Blue Silver Grass in the valley trembled slightly.
They sensed the aura of the Blue Silver Emperor, and also the dormant yet pure life essence of Ah Yin within the jade box.
Dugu Bo stood to the side, watching Tang Chuan take out the jade box, his expression also becoming serious, and said:
"The Yin and Yang of Ice and Fire are one and the other is one, one life and one death."
"For ordinary people, this place is a death trap if they are not careful. But for a plant-type 100,000-year-old soul beast like your mother, it is the best place to rebuild her foundation."
Tang Chuan nodded and said seriously:
"A balance of ice and fire, a convergence of yin and yang."
"Plus the life force of the Blue Silver Emperor and the power of the Sea God."
"Enough to allow Mother to regain her human form."
He walked to the central area of the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire, which was not the center of the spring, but the place where the two extreme forces converged and reached their most balanced state.
Tang Chuan waved his hand, and Blue Silver Emperor Vines sprouted from the ground, weaving into a cyan-gold Life Platform. On the Life Platform, the jade box slowly opened, and Ah Yin's Blue Silver Herbaceous Body gently emerged.
As soon as it appeared, all the vegetation in the valley seemed to be summoned.
Countless blue silver grasses sprouted from the ground, their blades bending towards Ah Yin's direction as if welcoming their true emperor.
Tang Chuan planted the Trident of the Sea God in front of the Life Platform, and the blue-gold power of the Sea God transformed into a soft light curtain, enveloping the entire Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Eye.
He then unleashed his Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul.
boom--
A cyan-gold life domain instantly unfolded.
Centered on Tangchuan, the entire valley is covered by a gentle ocean of life.
Ah Yin's blue silver herbaceous body swayed gently.
The life crystal core began to emit a faint light.
Within the Yin-Yang symbol of ice and fire, two distinctly different springs vibrated simultaneously. The crimson fire spring surged with intense heat, while the icy blue cold spring released its extreme chill.
Under Tang Chuan's control, the two forces slowly converged, eventually transforming into two long rivers of spiritual energy, one red and one blue, which slowly rotated around Ah Yin.
Dugu Bo stood at a distance, his eyes filled with shock.
"This kid's control over the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire has far exceeded my expectations."
Tang Chuan closed his eyes, formed a hand seal, and the Blue Silver Emperor Vine spread from his feet to the Life Platform, connecting Ah Yin with his own bloodline.
Immediately afterwards, a drop of bluish-gold blood appeared from Tang Chuan's fingertip.
That was his Blue Silver Emperor's original essence blood.
Without hesitation, Tang Chuan dripped the drop of blood into Ah Yin's genitals.
hum-
Ah Yin's Blue Silver Herb suddenly lit up, and an extremely pure and ancient Blue Silver Emperor aura emanated from the seemingly weak Blue Silver Herb.
Tang Chuan said in a low voice:
"Using my Blue Silver Emperor bloodline as a guide."
"Use the power of ice and fire, yin and yang, as the furnace."
"Protect the soul with the power of the sea god."
"Reshaping the origin through the realm of life."
"Mother, wake up."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Trident of Poseidon suddenly lit up, and blue-gold divine light shot into the sky, causing the Yin-Yang Eyes of Ice and Fire to boil simultaneously.
Suddenly, a patch of cyan-gold life cloud appeared in the sky above the entire Sunset Forest, and countless blue silver grasses swayed at the same time.
Outside Tiandou City lies the Star Dou Great Forest.
Even further away, all the Blue Silver Grass seemed to sense something at the same time, and gently bowed towards the Sunset Forest.
Within the Yin-Yang Eye of Ice and Fire, Ah Yin's Blue Silver Herbaceous Body was enveloped in red and blue spiritual energy.
The leaves unfurled little by little, and the roots slowly began to regenerate. The light within the life crystal grew brighter and brighter, finally transforming into a soft, blue-gold silhouette.
Tang Chuan opened his eyes, his gaze trembling slightly. The figure was blurry, yet gentle, familiar, and filled with an indescribable intimacy.
Ah Yin's consciousness is slowly awakening.
Meanwhile, in Holy Soul Village.
The night was already deep.
The old locust tree at the village entrance swayed gently in the wind, its rough bark etched with the marks of time. In the distance, the chirping of insects echoed intermittently along the field ridges, while a few dim yellow oil lamps cast a faint glow from the earthen houses in the village.
It's very quiet here.
It was so quiet that it seemed to have been forgotten by the storms on the mainland.
The divine war outside Heaven Dou City, the army of the Spirit Empire, Tang San's massacre and soul-devouring, the rampage of the Rakshasa Divine Court, and the feigned battle of the beast tide in the Star Dou Great Forest all seemed to have little to do with this remote little village.
No matter how far the wind blows, it will eventually reach here.
At the end of the village, in a dilapidated blacksmith shop.
The fire in the furnace had not yet gone out; the glowing embers flickered in the furnace chamber, occasionally bursting into sparks that illuminated a row of ironware hanging on the wall.
Hoe, sickle, kitchen knife, iron pot, horseshoe.
These are things that ordinary villagers would use.
There is no soul tool.
No weapons.
It lacked the domineering and unparalleled sharpness of the Haotian Hammer of the past; there was only a rough iron hammer and a slovenly man sitting by the furnace... Tang Hao.
The former Haotian Douluo.
Now, however, he is just an old blacksmith in Holy Soul Village.
His hair was messier and much whiter than before. His beard hung haphazardly on his chin, his eyes were sunken, his face was sallow, and he wore a coarse cloth garment that had been washed until it was gray.
If it weren't for the occasional glint of former sharpness in those eyes, probably no one would be able to connect this taciturn blacksmith with the once-famous Haotian Douluo who shook the continent.
After Tang Chuan crippled his cultivation, Tang Hao returned to Holy Soul Village. He neither went to the Clear Sky Sect nor sought out Tang San again.
They did not go to the battlefields of Tian Dou, Xing Luo, or Wu Hun Empire.
At first, it was because he was unwilling.
Later, because he was unable to, his meridians were destroyed, his soul power was completely dissipated, and although his martial soul, the Haotian Hammer, was still there, he could no longer unleash that earth-shattering strike of yesteryear.
Everything he was once proud of was gone; all that remained was this dilapidated blacksmith shop and the dull thud of hammer blows every day.
clang.
clang.
clang.
The hammer struck the red-hot iron billet, the sound particularly clear in the night.
Tang Hao lowered his head and mechanically hammered away. The firelight reflected on his face, revealing the suppressed shadows deep in his eyes.
Although Holy Soul Village is remote these days, it is not completely isolated from the world.
A caravan was passing by.
People fleeing from disaster have come here.
Some Soul Masters also brought news from the outside world.
Tang San fell into the Rakshasa.
Tang San slaughtered the city and devoured souls.
Tang San resurrected Xiao Wu, Bibi Dong, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and others as undead puppets.
Tang San sneaked back to Shrek Academy, killed Flander, Liu Erlong, Zhao Wuji, and Qin Ming, and turned them into undead as well.
Later, the news became even more outrageous and terrifying.
Tang San didn't even spare the dead from the Clear Sky Sect.
Tang Xiao, one of the five elders of the Haotian Sect.
He used evil magic to turn them all into undead.
When Tang Hao first heard the news, his hammer veered off course, twisting and deforming the entire iron billet.
He remained silent for a long time in the blacksmith's shop that day.
After a long time, he finally uttered a low curse:
"brute."
That's none other than someone else.
Tang Xiao is his older brother.
Although the five elders of the Haotian Sect had grudges against him in the past and even forced him to take responsibility, they were still people of the Haotian Sect and elders of the Haotian Hammer lineage.
But Tang San actually turned them into undead.
May they not find peace in death, and may the Haotian Hammer be tainted with the deathly aura of Rakshasa, becoming a weapon of evil spirits.
This is a betrayal of one's ancestors.
This trampled the last shred of dignity of the Haotian Sect into the mud.
Tang Hao was so angry that he trembled all over and almost picked up his hammer to rush out of Holy Soul Village, but he fell to the ground as soon as he took a step.
I have severe pain in my meridians and a feeling of tightness in my chest.
His depleted soul power could no longer sustain his rage.
He lay on the ground, his fingers digging into the mud, until finally he could only let out a suppressed and painful growl, like an old beast that had lost its fangs.
He hated Tang San, and he also hated himself.
If he could have taught Tang San well back then, if he hadn't just poured all his hatred, forbearance, and resentment towards the Clear Sky Sect onto Tang San.
If back then, he hadn't placed all his hopes on Tang San, telling him to remember the Spirit Hall, to remember the hatred, and to remember the glory of the Clear Sky Hammer.
Would Tang San have avoided ending up like this?
Tang Hao didn't know that Tang San was no longer his son.
Or rather, he was the one who pushed Tang San into his current state.
The hammer fell again.
clang!
Sparks flew everywhere.
Tang Hao suddenly stopped moving.
His hand froze in mid-air.
Just a moment ago, he seemed to sense something.
It's very light.
It's very far.
It was like a gentle breeze from the deepest part of his soul, warm and familiar, carrying an aura he would never forget in his lifetime.
"A-Gin?"
Tang Hao suddenly raised his head, and his eyes, which had been cloudy for a long time, trembled violently at that moment.
The hammer slipped from his hand and slammed to the ground with a dull thud.
But Tang Hao seemed not to hear him at all. He staggered to his feet, pushed open the wooden door of the blacksmith shop, and rushed into the courtyard.
A night breeze blew, and a few ordinary blue silver grasses in the corner of the yard swayed gently. These blue silver grasses were originally everywhere, so ordinary that no one paid any attention to them.
But at this moment, they all gently bowed in the same direction. The direction of the Sunset Forest, the direction of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.
Tang Hao stared blankly at the blue silver grass.
His lips began to tremble.
"A-Gin..."
His voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded.
"Is that you?"
The blue silver grass in the courtyard swayed gently, and a faint blue-gold light appeared on its leaves. The light was very weak, but it was like a knife, piercing Tang Hao's heart.
He suddenly knelt down on the ground.
He braced himself against the mud with both hands, and his whole body began to tremble.
That was Ah Yin's scent.
Can't go wrong.
He had once embraced her, watched her smile in the sunlight, and heard her whisper that all plants and trees in this world have life, and even the most ordinary blue silver grass has its own meaning.
He had also witnessed her sacrifice herself for him.
The Blue Silver Emperor, a treasure of ten thousand years.
his wife.
Tang San's mother.
She gave everything for him and their child.
And what about him?
What has he done all these years?
Tang Hao knelt on the ground and suddenly laughed.
That laughter was even more unpleasant than crying.
"A-Gin..."
"I was wrong."
"I was really wrong."
In the darkness of night, Tang Hao's voice grew softer and softer, yet also more and more painful.
"I shouldn't have been so arrogant back then."
"I shouldn't have brought you back to the Haotian Sect knowing your sensitive identity."
"You shouldn't have been thinking about getting the sect to acknowledge you, or about letting everyone know. You definitely shouldn't have."
The tragedy began with that one wrong step he took.
Tang Hao lowered his head and dug his fingers deep into the soil.
"If I had taken you into seclusion back then, if I hadn't returned to the sect."
"If I hadn't cared about the reputation of the Haotian Sect or the dignity of the young master, you might not have died."
"The mistress might not have turned out like this. The Haotian Sect wouldn't have ended up being turned into undead after death."
His voice choked.
A man who was once invincible on the continent and dared to challenge the Spirit Hall single-handedly was now like an old man who had lost everything, kneeling before a few Blue Silver Grasses, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Ah Yin. I'm sorry to you, I'm sorry to my elder brother, I'm sorry to the Haotian Sect, and I'm most sorry to that child."
The child he was referring to wasn't Tang San, but Tang Chuan. (End of Chapter)