The next morning.
Tang Yin stirred groggily, the golden morning light seeping gently through the curtains. As his eyes blinked open, the first thing he saw was the serene, sleeping beauty nestled in his arms—Liu Erlong.
A soft smile tugged at his lips as he gazed at her peaceful expression. But just as he was about to close his eyes again, a sudden surge of heat flooded his body. His soul power stirred—then erupted, roaring through his meridians like a tidal wave.
A soft hum filled the room as the air trembled faintly around him. Tang Yin's soul power had broke through.
"Level… 50," he whispered in awe, then burst into laughter. "I finally broke through to Level 50! Hahaha!"
The commotion roused Liu Erlong, who blinked awake and sat up, still slightly dazed.
"What's going on?" she asked, rubbing her eyes. "Why are you shouting so early—?"
Then she saw his face. Glowing with joy, soul power radiating off his body in waves.
"I'm just one step away from becoming a Soul King, Erlong! Level 50!" Tang Yin beamed, his face lit with excitement.
Liu Erlong stared at him, stunned.
"You… You're thirteen. Thirteen years old, and already a Soul King? Oh my God!"
Before she could even process the shock, a strange heat rose within her own body. Her soul power stirred unexpectedly—perhaps in resonance with his breakthrough, or perhaps from the night before—and in a flash, Erlong's cultivation also soared past a bottleneck.
Level 80.
"I… I broke through too?" she murmured, in stunned silence.
Tang Yin's smile widened as he sensed her new stage of cultivation. "Congratulations, Erlong. You're only one step away from becoming a Soul Douluo."
But then, his voice turned serious.
"Don't rush to absorb your next spirit ring just yet, alright? I've got a surprise for you… It may take three years, but it'll be worth it."
Liu Erlong raised an eyebrow, half amused and half intrigued. "Three years, huh? You're really keeping me in the dark here."
Tang Yin leaned in, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Maybe. But it'll be the good kind of surprise. Until then, you need to keep cultivating the Mysterious Heaven Technique, alright?"
Liu Erlong nodded gently, a soft, lovely smile curving her lips. "Alright~ I trust you."
That day, Lanba Team began their journey back to the Tian Dou Empire, accompanied by Xue Qinghe and Ning Fengzhi. Their victory over Spirit Hall had stirred waves across the continent, and it was clear that their return would be closely watched.
The trip took four days, and by the time they arrived, everyone was drained—physically and emotionally. The thrill of the tournament, the exhaustion from intense battles, along with the constant attention from nobles, spectators, and envoys alike had worn them thin.
So when they finally returned to the capital, no grand banquet or parade was held. Instead, they were quietly escorted back to their Lanba Academy within the Imperial City.
Everyone chose the same thing that night—rest. Even Tang Yin, who wasn't as exhausted thanks to his unique abilities, decided to take it easy and let his body recover. After all, even a mind like his needed a moment of stillness.
The next morning, Tang Yin awoke feeling completely recharged, his spirit brimming with anticipation. Today was the day.
He would finally begin the journey to undergo the second awakening of his Blue Silver King, unlocking its true form—Blue Silver Emperor.
"Everyone—" Tang Yin spoke affectionately, addressing the girls gathered around him.
Their expressions ranged from reluctant to openly worried. None of them seemed willing to part with him, even if it was only for a week.
He looked at each of them lovingly— Erlong, Rongrong, Zhuqing, Yiran, Yan, and Lingling—his voice calm but firm.
"This is something I have to do alone. It's an important journey… but don't worry—it won't take long. When I come back, I'll be stronger—and I'll still be yours."
After parting with the others, Tang Yin wasted no time. He moved swiftly, almost urgently, across the countryside, bound for a place etched into the deepest layer of his soul—Holy Soul Village.
Tang Yin didn't know exactly where the Blue Silver King was hidden, but logic pointed him in the this direction. Why?—
Tang Hao wouldn't leave Ah Yin anywhere he couldn't watch over. And the only place that made sense… was near Holy Soul Village—the quiet little village where he had once spent six years of his life.
And then there was the training arc:
In the original story, after narrowly escaping Spirit Hall's relentless pursuit, Tang Hao took Tang San to a secluded forest for training.
During his Head Soul bone fusion, Tang San had unconsciously sensed Ah Yin's presence—a faint, inexplicable pull born from the spiritual resonance of his skull bone. At first, he didn't understand what it meant.
Only later did Tang Hao reveal the truth, urging him not to overthink, but to simply feel the calling—to trust the instincts of his martial soul.
That instinct led Tang San straight to the Blue Silver King, who had been silently guarding Ah Yin's resting place all along.
Which meant only one thing.
There was a Blue Silver Forest, or at least a sanctuary of it, somewhere near Holy Soul Village. Not as vast or deadly as the Star Dou Forest—but old, quiet, and sacred. A place where Blue Silver Grass grew undisturbed... and where Blue Silver King was waiting.
Three days later,
Tang Yin quietly arrived at Holy Soul Village—
It hasn't changed at all…
The air still held that gentle, earthy calm. The same narrow dirt paths. The familiar scent of old wood and fresh soil. He spotted Old Jack making his rounds, cane in hand, still looking after the village as if time hadn't moved.
But Tang Yin wasn't here to reminisce.
Tang yin closed his eyes and released his telepathy, extending his spiritual sense across a 10-kilometer radius—scanning for any traces of Blue Silver Grass in the surrounding terrain.
Almost immediately, he caught something—faint spiritual traces in the distance.
A dense forest, partially hidden behind low hills, where patches of Blue Silver Grass grew sparsely across the underbrush. It wasn't much, but it was a start.
Without hesitation, Tang Yin moved.
Advancing deeper while releasing waves of telepathy at intervals to map out the area. Hours passed—four, maybe more—as he combed through vines, and fog-laced trails.
Then—he felt it.
A strange pull deep within his soul. Gentle… but impossible to ignore. Not a danger, but a calling—His heartbeat quickened.
The forest that sheltered the Blue Silver King was nearby… and perhaps, so was Ah Yin.