Tang Yin immediately released his Blue Silver King as a strangely familiar aura washed over him. A sudden tug pulled at his heart—subtle but insistent, as if someone… or something was calling out to him.
Then, a deep, ancient voice echoed within his soul:
"King… My King… is that you? You've finally returned to me. Thank the heavens."
His eyes widened. Without hesitation, Tang Yin followed the source of the voice. He weaved through the thick growth of blue silver grass, each blade pulsing faintly with life. The air shimmered with energy, thick with vitality.
Soon, he reached the heart of the forest—where an enormous, ancient tree towered before him. Its trunk glowed with a faint silver hue, and its vast canopy of blue silver leaves shimmered like starlight.
Acting mode online—
Tang yin's eyes narrowed with suspecion:
"Was it you calling me?" he asked warily.
In response, an ethereal figure slowly emerged from the base of the tree—an old man cloaked in shimmering robes, his long white beard flowing like mist, his presence gentle yet vast.
Tang Yin recognized him instantly. He had seen this manifestation in the donghua before. Still, he played along and asked suspeciously:
"Who are you? Why are calling me your king?You must be mistaken—I'm just a human."
The spirit's eyes opened, wise and ancient.
"On this continent, aside from you, I am the oldest of all Blue Silver plants. But your blood... it is nobler than mine. You are no ordinary human. You carry the royal lineage—the purest blood of the Blue Silver Race. You are our Emperor."
Tang Yin furrowed his brow, his tone skeptical:
"Me? An emperor of plants? But I'm not even a spirit beast, let alone a plant."
The old man's voice remained calm and patient, but now it carried undeniable truth:
"The aura surrounding you belongs to our Blue Silver Empress of the Blue Silver Clan—your mother. All Blue Silver plants are your kin."
"Haven't you felt them calling out to you? They yearn for your return my king. Every Blue Silver Emperor is born from the same source. Only when the previous emperor perishes does the next one awaken. And though you walk as a human… your soul carries the legacy of our sovereign."
The old man bowed deeply before Tang yin, his eyes gleaming with reverence and awe.
"Your royal bloodline remains dormant—but not for long. No ordinary human can awaken what sleeps within you. Allow me to awaken it. As your loyal subject, we'll always protect you. Do you wish to shelter your subjects forever?"
Tang Yin's voice was steady, his answer clear:
"I Promise to protect my subjects forever."
The Blue Silver King smiled, his expression filled with excitement as he instructed him.
"Then, King… feel the loyalty of your people."
In that moment, the blue silver grass around them began to shimmer, swaying as if in grand celebration. One by one, they released brilliant particles—tiny specks of light, like blue fireflies—each carrying a fragment of their origin, their essence, their tribute.
A radiant tide of light rose around Tang Yin, a luminous sea of millions of glowing motes offered in reverence. They drifted toward him slowly at first, then in a sweeping wave, engulfing his body in sacred brilliance.
Tang Yin raised both hands, his eyes closed, as he welcomed the ancestral power. He could feel them—their faith, their loyalty, their joy—all pulsing into his very soul. His Blue Silver King martial soul trembled, beginning to evolve.
As the transformation deepened, the forest responded.
From the depths of the ancient woods, spirit beasts emerged—great and small, winged and clawed, horned and scaled. One by one, they bowed their heads toward him, kneeling in solemn silence.
The Blue Silver Emperor had returned.
As the transformation began, blue silver vines gently coiled around Tang Yin, encasing him in a shimmering cocoon. Soft golden glow slowly radiated from within, pulsing in rhythm with his heartbeat. His four soul rings automatically emerged, hovering in orbit around him as the golden light intensified—growing brighter, almost blinding.
Then—darkness.
Tang Yin's consciousness descended into his spiritual sea. There, where once his Blue Silver King martial soul stood, now hovered a more radiant Blue Silver Grass—its blades etched with glowing golden lines, radiating an aura of ancient royalty. He could feel it in his soul: this was no longer the King—it was the Emperor.
His transformation continued.
His short Blue Silver hair continued growing vigorously, cascading down his back in silky waves that shimmered with a lustrous blue shine. The color deepened, becoming richer—more vibrant—like polished sapphire under starlight.
His violet-blue eyes gradually shifted, turning into a calm, radiant light blue that seemed to glow from within, filled with clarity and wisdom.
His body stretched—his height rising from 1.7 to nearly 1.9 meters. Muscles tightened with elegant definition, every line of his physique becoming more refined, his movements now exuding a natural grace and beauty befitting a True monarch.
He was no longer just strikingly handsome—he was enchanting, the living embodiment of a forgotten royal bloodline born of nature itself.
As the final vine curled away, his figure stood revealed—radiant, regal. The entire forest seemed to hold its breath.
The old man's voice trembled with extreme joy.
"The true Blue Silver Emperor… has awakened at last. We finally have our king back."
Tang Yin looked down at his hands, then to the glowing martial soul beside him. The color was brighter, the tenacity was nearly comparable to metal. Then, a deep hum drew his attention—a new black soul ring slowly formed around him, hovering for a long time before stabilizing.
Tang Yin furrowed his brow and asked,
"Old King… what's with this soul ring? I can feel it evolving—its age is still increasing."
The Blue Silver King was stunned into joyous laughter, awe radiating from his every word:
"My King, your talent truly defies the heavens. This soul ring—it's not taken from any beast. But It was born of your very essence."
He paused, his voice catching with reverence.
"Its current age rivals that of a fifty-thousand-year soul ring… and it's still evolving. Its growth is tied directly to your endurance. The stronger you become, the higher it shall grow—without limit. And the skill it provides is also tailored to your need or weakness."
Tang Yin smiled, sensing the soul ring's ability clearly—Emperor's Boost.
An innate soul skill that granted a fivefold amplification to all aspects of his martial soul traits—enhancing durability, sharpness, and resilience—alongside his devouring and life attributes. The effect lasted for fifty minutes, turning him into a force few could match.
He could already feel the difference. His healing factor had strengthened significantly—still not yet at Alpha-grade, but well on its way. He predicted it would likely break through with his advance to the Soul Emperor realm.
His telepathy, now more refined and powerful could effortlessly dominate a Spirit Sage's mind, and subtly manipulate even a Spirit Douluo. Tang Yin could sense a shimmer of silver light flickering within his Spirit Brain.
There was also his domain called Blue Silver Domain. But Tang Yin's thoughts were gently interrupted by the old man's weary voice.
"My King… it seems I've spent more of my spiritual power than I realized. I won't be able to appear again for some time. So… this is goodbye, for now."
Tang Yin watched silently as the old man's figure began to fade—his form flickering like mist caught in sunlight, slowly dissolving into the air, exhausted spiritually.
Before he vanished completely, Tang Yin stepped forward and spoke firmly, his voice calm but resolute.
"Don't worry. I'll protect everyone… just as I promised."
The old man smiled faintly, his expression filled with peace and pride, before vanishing completely into the light.
Tang Yin looked down—completely naked, his robes shredded by the transformation.
With a sigh, he pulled a spare robe from his storage tool and slipped it on, though it fit snugly. "Great… time for a new wardrobe,"