"Allow me to reintroduce myself. My name is Ye Wen, and I am a god who seeks to bring true peace to the Douluo Continent," Ye Wen said in a calm self-introduction.
Everyone except Tang Ya was unfazed by Ye Wen's domain soul skill. Little Xue Nu even started running around playfully.
Tang Ya, on the other hand, stared blankly at the empty white space.
Though she wanted to deny everything Ye Wen had just said, her ability to accept things had grown significantly after experiencing Tang San's divine decree and enduring countless blows.
Moreover, she had witnessed Ye Wen's actions throughout their journey.
Evil soul masters weren't like this.
Evil soul masters were supposed to be a group of life-disregarding, soul-manipulating, bloodthirsty executioners.
They definitely wouldn't be joyfully picnicking with others like this group was doing.
Though the conclusion in her heart felt absurd, Tang Ya truly wished—like an innocent little princess—that all of this was real.
Tang Ya tried to speak but found herself opening her mouth repeatedly without making a sound.
This was a state of muteness caused by extreme tension.
Ye Wen smiled faintly. In this realm, he was the absolute master. With just a thought, he calmed Tang Ya's agitated and chaotic mind.
This composed demeanor elevated Ye Wen's status in Tang Ya's heart to unimaginable heights, almost as if she were viewing him through rose-tinted glasses.
"Master… are you really a god!?" Tang Ya asked breathlessly.
At this moment, Ye Wen stepped forward and gently smoothed Tang Ya's messy bangs.
"Mm, no counterfeit here. You're now the disciple of a god, little Tang Ya," Ye Wen teased.
Receiving this confirmation, Tang Ya felt an immense sense of relief.
At this moment, Tang Ya could no longer suppress her inner desire.
"Master, please, please… can you bring my parents back to life?"
Though Ye Wen had anticipated this, he hadn't expected Tang Ya's attachment to her parents to be so profound.
Gazing into the young girl's clear yet pleading eyes, Ye Wen eventually fell silent.
With a gentle touch to Tang Ya's head, Ye Wen said regretfully:
"I'm sorry, Tang Ya. Xiao Xiao's parents could be revived because they were both Titled Douluo-level before their deaths, possessing incredibly strong mental power. Even years after their deaths, their souls retained significant fragments, which took great effort to piece back together.
But your parents… alas…"
Ye Wen didn't finish his sentence, but Tang Ya, whose eyes had briefly regained their light, darkened once again.
If the Tang Sect had even one Titled Douluo, how could it have been annihilated by the Iron Blood Sect, a group without even a single Soul Sage?
At this moment, Ye Wen gently stroked Tang Ya's head again and consoled her: "Accept what has happened and move on, Tang Ya.
Though legends portray us gods as omnipotent beings, think about it—it's all nonsense. So-called gods are merely stronger soul masters."
After hearing Ye Wen's words, Tang Ya paused, realizing that while Ye Wen might genuinely want to help her, he wasn't truly all-powerful. She nodded slightly, somewhat woodenly.
When Tang Ya came to her senses and felt the warmth of the hand on her head, her cheeks flushed red. Yet, she also felt an overwhelming sense of security—a long-lost feeling of being protected.
Ye Wen also noticed Tang Ya's reaction. Her head had felt extraordinarily smooth to the touch earlier, reminding him of the pleasure of petting a cat, and he couldn't help but stroke it for a bit longer.
Subtly withdrawing his hand, Ye Wen continued:
"Tang Ya, the departed are gone. I hope you don't dwell too much on past pain.
Though I cannot bring your parents back to life, don't you want to avenge them?"
Ye Wen's words undoubtedly struck Tang Ya's most sensitive spot. The previously confused girl's eyes now blazed with astonishing killing intent. She straightened her posture and looked firmly at Ye Wen.
"Yes, Master! I will definitely avenge my parents."
"Very good." Ye Wen smiled approvingly. Seeing things progressing as planned, he took out the immortal herb he had prepared in advance.
"Tang Ya, your life will begin anew from this point."
Though Tang Ya had awakened the Dark Blue Silver Grass, which could allow her strength to skyrocket through the methods of evil soul masters, it was undoubtedly a crooked path.
Her strength would indeed surge dramatically in the short term, but as time went on, this growth would become increasingly unsustainable.
It was simple: for a soul master, having overly chaotic energy wasn't a good thing.
Moreover, Tang Ya's Dark Blue Silver Grass was far more complex than it appeared. In the original storyline, her Blue Silver Grass possessed true royal lineage—a hidden treasure accumulated over ten thousand years by the Tang Sect.
Unfortunately, Tang San, as usual, failed to recognize this gem, dismissing it as worthless.
And now, Ye Wen was about to unlock Tang Ya's true potential.
Forget about darkness absorption—Blue Silver Grass should follow the path of ultimate vitality.
As time passed, Tang Ya's already delicate features became even more radiant. Her hair, which had turned jet-black due to the awakening of her dark attributes, gradually returned to its original azure hue.
Exhaling a deep breath, Tang Ya gazed at her slender jade-like hands in disbelief.
She raised her hand to touch her face, which felt far smoother and softer than before. Just then, Ye Wen conveniently produced a mirror and handed it to her. Tang Ya exclaimed in astonishment:
"Is this… me?"
The reflection in the mirror vaguely resembled her former self, but Tang Ya was no longer the plain girl she once was. She had transformed into a goddess of unparalleled beauty.
Just as Tang San's bloodline awakening had transformed him from a soot-covered boy into a handsome godlike figure.
At this moment, Ye Wen began explaining slowly:
"Your martial soul is none other than the Emperor Blue Silver King, the pinnacle of Blue Silver Grass. However, due to certain special reasons, its full potential wasn't activated, leaving it as ordinary Blue Silver Grass.
Think about it carefully. Ordinary Blue Silver Grass can only reach two levels of innate soul power at most. Yet you possess seven or eight levels of innate soul power. Do you think that's normal?"
Though she was no longer the leader of the Tang Sect, Tang Ya still harbored some reverence for Tang San out of habit and instinctively retorted:
"But didn't Ancestor Tang San also have full innate soul power with his ordinary Blue Silver Grass?"
Ye Wen tilted his head and smirked disdainfully. "You actually believe that nonsense? Haven't you been reading books?
I remember Yu Xiaogang's theories mentioned that innate soul power is linked to the quality of the martial soul. Do you think ordinary Blue Silver Grass could achieve full innate soul power?
That was unactivated Blue Silver Emperor bloodline, just like yours."
Ye Wen's explanation was logical and well-founded, leaving Tang Ya stunned in place.
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