Chapter 432: Resurrecting Ah Yin
Upon hearing this, the Old Martial Soul Instructor immediately stepped forward and injected his Soul Power into the observation array.
On the spirit tool array plate, a large mass of light dots rapidly converged, finally forming a highly unstable, purple-black vortex pattern.
The Old Martial Soul Instructor's pupils constricted slightly as he said:
"This is not a normal Soul Beast, nor does it look like a sea storm."
"This fluctuation... it seems like the residue left after activating some extremely high-level spatial spirit tool."
The middle-aged officer said in a deep voice:
"But outside the western territorial waters, there are no Imperial fleets operating at all. Moreover, a spirit tool capable of tearing open a spatial rift of this scale would likely need to be at least Rank Nine."
The Old Martial Soul Instructor shook his head.
"The Empire currently does not possess any spirit tools above Rank Eight."
"And this thing, it doesn't seem like a spirit tool."
Prince Xu Jingyuan's eyes flickered slightly.
"Immediately dispatch the exploration flying boats."
The middle-aged officer immediately said:
"Your Highness, the sea is unstable in the dead of night. If it is an unknown danger, approaching rashly might..."
Prince Xu Jingyuan said indifferently:
"The people in the Imperial Capital threw me here precisely because they thought I had no chance, didn't they?"
"If there really is a chance falling from the sky, do you expect me to just stand here and watch it disappear?"
The middle-aged officer lowered his head.
"This subordinate understands."
A moment later, a low rumble came from deep within the mining area.
Three small spirit tool flying boats rose from the workshop. Blue and white Soul Power propulsion cores were embedded on both sides of the hulls, and faint light flames sprayed from the tails as they sped toward the Black Rock Coast.
Prince Xu Jingyuan did not stay on the observation tower to wait for news.
He boarded the last flying boat himself.
Seeing this, the Old Martial Soul Instructor's expression changed slightly:
"Your Highness, you don't need to risk yourself."
Prince Xu Jingyuan said calmly:
"I am already a prince exiled to the frontier; what risks are there that I cannot take?"
After he finished speaking, his gaze looked toward the distant sea. Within the storm, the purple-black light in that area of the sea became increasingly clear.
It was as if an eye from another World was slowly opening.
...
Black Rock Coast, the wind howled.
The waves slammed fiercely against the reefs, splashing white spray several zhang high.
The three spirit tool flying boats hovered in mid-air. The searchlight spirit tools on the prows lit up simultaneously, and several pale beams of light swept toward the coast.
The next moment, everyone saw the rift.
A purple-black spatial rift was suspended above the coast.
The edges of the rift were constantly twisting, as if forcibly torn open by some extremely evil power. The surrounding seawater was dyed ink-black, the moss growing on the reefs withered rapidly, and even the air was filled with a nauseating Death Qi.
The Old Martial Soul Instructor's expression changed drastically.
"Retreat!"
"This is not a normal spatial fluctuation!"
Before he could finish speaking, the rift suddenly shook.
Boom!
A black shadow fell from the rift and smashed fiercely onto the coastal reefs.
The hard black rock reefs shattered on the spot, and a large pit was smashed into the ground.
Purple-black mist surged out from the pit.
All the spirit tool Masters instantly raised their spirit tools, and dozens of spirit tool gun barrels aimed at the bottom of the pit simultaneously.
The middle-aged officer shouted sternly:
"Alert!"
"Activate the defensive spirit tool shield!"
A pale blue defensive barrier unfolded from beneath the three flying boats, protecting Prince Xu Jingyuan and the others inside.
The sea breeze dispersed some of the black mist.
Everyone finally saw the figure at the bottom of the pit.
It was a person.
His black robe was torn, his body covered in blood. On his chest were three hideous claw marks deep enough to see the bone, and black-gold lightning still lingered at the edges of the wounds. His shoulders and back had traces of having been scorched by golden flames, with parts of the flesh charred black, yet they were forcibly stitched together by purple-black Death Qi.
Even more bizarrely, beside his right hand was stuck a huge black scythe.
The scythe was dark all over, and the blade shimmered with a ghostly green cold light. Even through the defensive spirit tool shield, everyone could feel the terrifying pressure emanating from that scythe.
The Old Martial Soul Instructor's breath hitched.
"What kind of spirit tool is this?"
"No, that's not right... there is no core array, no Soul Power conduction track, yet it can emit such terrifying power on its own. Could this be... a weapon?"
Prince Xu Jingyuan's expression finally changed.
He slowly raised his hand, signaling everyone not to attack rashly.
The middle-aged officer frowned and said:
"Your Highness, the aura on this person is extremely dangerous; he is likely not an ordinary Soul Master."
"Moreover, this Death Qi on him, if it spreads, might contaminate the entire mining area."
Prince Xu Jingyuan stared at the heavily injured, unconscious black-robed person at the bottom of the pit.
"It is precisely because it is dangerous that it might have value."
The Old Martial Soul Instructor whispered:
"Your Highness, this person's Origin is unknown, and he carries an unknown weapon. If we save him, it may invite uncontrollable trouble."
Prince Xu Jingyuan said indifferently:
"Trouble is the one thing I am not lacking right now."
After he finished speaking, a glint of coldness flashed in his eyes,
"Among those brothers in the Imperial Capital, which one doesn't want me to die in the western frontier?"
"If I continue to guard these few broken mines, at most I will live for a few more years, and then be executed by them on some trumped-up charge. But if this person can truly become my opportunity..."
He did not continue.
But the few confidants behind him understood what he meant.
Prince Xu Jingyuan no longer had a way out.
An exiled, down-and-out prince fears not danger, but having no bargaining chips.
At the bottom of the pit, the black-robed person suddenly moved.
He struggled to open his eyes. Those eyes were bloodshot, and deep within his pupils burned ghostly green flames.
Even though he was heavily injured, Tang San's eyes still carried a kind of extremely terrifying resentment and madness.
He raised his head and saw the spirit tool flying boats in mid-air, saw those metallic-lustered spirit tool gun barrels, and saw the detection instrument in the hands of the spirit tool Master beside Prince Xu Jingyuan.
For a moment, a flash of confusion crossed Tang San's eyes.
Where is this?
And what are these things?
He had certainly seen Hidden Weapons.
He had also seen some simple spirit tools on the Douluo Continent, but these flying boats, gun barrels, defensive shields, and detection array plates before him were completely beyond his understanding of spirit tools on the Douluo Continent.
This place did not seem to be Heaven Dou, nor Star Luo, and certainly not the Spirit Empire.
Tang San struggled to sit up, but as soon as he moved, a tearing pain came from his fractured Meridians. He groaned and spat out black blood once again.
The Rakshasa Demonic Scythe seemed to sense its master's weakness; the scythe body vibrated slightly, releasing a layer of purple-black light mist to protect Tang San inside.
The spirit tool Masters on the flying boats' expressions changed drastically.
"The weapon is protecting its master on its own!"
"Your Highness, you cannot get close!"
Prince Xu Jingyuan, however, was increasingly certain of his judgment. He took a deep breath, stepped forward, and looked down at the bottom of the pit through the defensive shield.
"Who are you?"
Tang San did not answer; his gaze fell on Prince Xu Jingyuan.
He was dressed luxuriously, had a gloomy temperament, and behind him were guards, spirit tool Masters, and flying boats.
He must be a noble on this continent, perhaps even of high status.
Tang San did not immediately reveal his identity.
He was too heavily injured now; he could not summon the Undead Legion, and the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe was also severely damaged.
If he acted rashly, he might not be able to kill everyone here.
More importantly, he needed to know what place this was.
Tang San asked in a hoarse voice:
"Where... is this?"
Prince Xu Jingyuan's eyes flickered slightly.
He did not answer directly, but asked in return:
"You are not from the Sun Moon Empire?"
Sun Moon Empire?
Tang San's heart jolted; he had never heard this name before, but he quickly suppressed his emotions.
"Could this be another continent on the Douluo Continent?"
"I was actually teleported to another continent. No wonder there is no familiar aura of the Douluo Continent around here, and no wonder the spirit tools these people use are so advanced."
Tang San repeated in a low voice:
"Sun Moon Empire..."
Prince Xu Jingyuan watched his reaction and already had a judgment in his heart.
This person was not from the Sun Moon Continent.
He might even be from an unknown land on the other side of the ocean.
A person who was critically injured to the point of death, yet carried a suspected Divine Artifact and was able to tear through space and fall into the western frontier.
If such a person could be controlled, he would be a massive bargaining chip.
If he could not be controlled, at least secrets could be obtained from him.
Prince Xu Jingyuan said:
"You are severely injured, aren't you? If you continue to lie here, you will be dead within half an hour."
Tang San looked at him coldly.
"You want to save me?"
Prince Xu Jingyuan said:
"I can save you."
Tang San's eyes were gloomy.
"The price?"
Prince Xu Jingyuan smiled indifferently.
"After you survive, then we will talk about the price."
Tang San stared at him for a long time.
He certainly would not believe a stranger would save him for no reason, but right now, he truly needed to survive.
Tang Chuan, Qian Renxue, Di Tian...
Those three must think I have already escaped back to somewhere on the Douluo Continent, but no one would expect that I was thrown by a spatial rift onto this strange continent called the Sun Moon Empire.
This is my chance to regain my strength.
Thinking of this, Tang San slowly loosened his grip on the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe and said in a somewhat low voice:
"Save me."
"I can give you what you want."
Prince Xu Jingyuan finally showed a hint of a smile in his eyes; he raised his hand and ordered to break:
"Lower the containment cage."
The Old Martial Soul Instructor's expression changed.
"Your Highness!"
Prince Xu Jingyuan said coldly:
"Do as I say."
Several spirit tool Masters looked at each other, and finally, they activated the spirit tool device beneath the flying boats.
Hum—
A containment cage composed of silver-white metal rings slowly descended.
The surface of the cage was engraved with spirit tool Formation patterns, and the inner layer was inlaid with Soul-Suppressing Crystals, capable of suppressing a Soul Master's Soul Power turbulence and isolating partial mental shocks.
This was a spirit tool used by the Sun Moon Empire military specifically for transporting high-Rank Soul Master prisoners.
When Tang San saw the cage, a glimmer of chill flashed in his eyes.
If he were in his prime, he could shatter this thing with a single strike of his scythe.
But now, he did not move.
The silver-white cage fell into the pit, trapping him and the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe together.
Several spirit tool chains automatically sprang out, binding Tang San's limbs.
The Rakshasa Demonic Scythe vibrated slightly, but because it was severely damaged, it did not erupt immediately.
Tang San closed his eyes and did not resist.
Xu Jingyuan watched this scene, feeling a slight sense of relief in his heart.
"Take him back to the Black Rock Workshop."
"Have the physicians and spirit tool masters prepare simultaneously."
"Remember, do not allow any news to reach the Imperial Capital."
The middle-aged officer said in a deep voice:
"What if the Imperial Capital's secret agents discover something unusual?"
Xu Jingyuan's eyes were cold.
"Then make them disappear."
The middle-aged officer lowered his head.
"Yes."
The flying boat rose slowly, with the locked cage suspended in the center, carrying the critically wounded Tang San as it flew toward the Black Rock Mine.
Tang San lay in the cage, looking through the metal gaps at the unfamiliar coastline, mines, and the city in the distance illuminated by spirit tool lights.
Heaven Dou City.
When Tang Chuan reappeared in the sky above Heaven Dou City, the entire city seemed to wake up from a long, drawn-out nightmare.
On the city walls, the soldiers were stunned at first, and then, someone shouted out.
"Lord Tang Chuan has returned!"
As this voice rang out, it ignited the emotions that had been suppressed in the city for a long time.
"Lord Tang Chuan!"
"It's Lord Tang Chuan!"
"He really has returned!"
Cheers spread from the city walls and quickly reached every street and alley in the city.
Countless commoners opened their doors, ran into the streets, and looked up at the sky.
They saw the figure in white stepping through the air, holding the Sea God Trident, his body emanating a soft and vast blue-gold radiance, like a warm ocean, dispelling the fear that had shrouded Heaven Dou City.
Not long ago, Qian Renxue had brought her troops to the city gates.
The Angel God's Divine Might had pressed down on the entire Heaven Dou City, making it almost impossible to breathe.
Later, news of Tang San slaughtering cities and devouring Souls kept coming.
Qinghe City, Jiamu City, Muyun City...
City after city turned into dead lands, and countless people had their Souls extracted.
The entire continent seemed to have fallen into darkness.
The commoners did not know what Divinity was, nor did they understand the Rakshasa Legacy; they only knew that if Tang San came, the city would die, and if Qian Renxue came, the city would fall.
And with Tang Chuan back, they could at least still see hope.
Tang Chuan landed slowly in the central square of Heaven Dou City.
As soon as he landed, the surrounding commoners spontaneously knelt down.
"Lord Tang Chuan!"
"Thank you, Lord Tang Chuan, for saving Heaven Dou!"
"If it weren't for Lord Tang Chuan returning, our Heaven Dou City would probably be gone by now!"
"We beg Lord Tang Chuan to kill that demon Tang San!"
"He has slaughtered so many cities; he cannot be allowed to live!"
In the crowd, an old man held his grandson and sobbed uncontrollably.
Refugees who had escaped from the border knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly. Many soldiers also had red eyes, gripping their weapons tightly, their gazes toward Tang Chuan filled with awe and gratitude.
Tang Chuan looked at them and was silent for a moment; he did not enjoy these cheers.
Because he knew very clearly that these people were not worshipping a powerful figure.
They were just afraid.
Afraid that they would also become corpses in the next dead city.
Afraid that their own Souls would also be devoured by Tang San.
Afraid that this World would completely lose the power to protect ordinary people.
A moment later, Tang Chuan slowly raised his hand, and his Martial Soul, the Blue Silver Emperor, grew from his palm, its blue-gold radiance spreading like a spring breeze.
The commoners kneeling on the ground felt a gentle aura brush over their bodies, and the exhaustion that had accumulated from terror and days of unease slowly dissipated a little at this moment.
The wounds of the injured soldiers also began to heal bit by bit.
Tang Chuan said: "Everyone, rise."
His voice was not loud, but it clearly spread throughout the entire square.
"Tang San is not dead, and the continent is not truly safe yet. But I promise you, as long as I am alive, I will not let him slaughter cities so wantonly again."
"Whether it is Heaven Dou, the Spirit Empire, or Star Luo, no living person should become a sacrifice on the rakshasa altar."
The commoners stood up slowly.
Some still had fear in their eyes, but there was also a bit more peace of mind. From the direction of the city walls, Ning Fengzhi, Dugu Bo, Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo, Yang Wudi, and others also hurried over.
Xue Beng stood further away, his expression complex.
At this moment, Tang Chuan's prestige had far exceeded his own as the Heaven Dou Emperor.
This made him feel uneasy.
But he also knew that the current Heaven Dou could not function without Tang Chuan.
Dugu Bo stepped forward, looked Tang Chuan over, and grinned: "You're back?"
Tang Chuan nodded. "Tang San was rescued by the Rakshasa God."
Dugu Bo's expression darkened, and he cursed: "That beast really has a tough life."
Sword Douluo said in a deep voice: "Can we still find Tang San?"
Tang Chuan shook his head. "Not for the time being. When the Rakshasa God rescued him, it forcibly distorted the spatial path. His aura has disappeared from the Douluo Continent."
Everyone's expression changed. "Disappeared?"
Bone Douluo frowned and said: "Could he be dead?"
Tang Chuan looked into the distance. "No. He is still alive. He just might not be on this continent anymore."
Dugu Bo's eyes narrowed. "Not on the Douluo Continent?"
Tang Chuan said: "It is possible that he was swept away to another place by spatial turbulence. But no matter where he has gone, given Tang San's personality, he will not let this rest. He will definitely return."
Ning Fengzhi's expression was grave. "Then we must be prepared before he returns."
Tang Chuan nodded, and after a moment of silence, he said seriously: "We will discuss Tang San later; I have something else to do right now."
Hearing this, Dugu Bo looked puzzled and asked: "What is it?"
Tang Chuan did not answer immediately; his gaze crossed the square and looked toward the southwest of Heaven Dou City. That was the direction where Tianxing Academy was located.
A moment later, he said slowly: "I am going to pick someone up."
Tianxing Academy. Since the situation on the continent had fallen into chaos, this academy had temporarily stopped enrollment. The academy gates were tightly shut, many students had been arranged to evacuate to safe areas, and only a few teachers and guards remained to keep watch.
But even so, Tianxing Academy was not desolate. Because here, there was the Blue Silver Emperor Life Formation left behind by Tang Chuan.
The back mountain, training grounds, lakeside, and medicinal herb garden were all covered with Blue Silver Grass. They were like the veins of the academy, silently guarding this place.
When Tang Chuan walked into the academy, the guards and teachers all excitedly came forward to greet him.
"Everyone, come quickly! Vice Dean Tang Chuan is back!"
Tang Chuan nodded lightly but did not say much. He walked straight through the front courtyard, passed through the teaching building, and finally arrived at the academy's back garden.
It was very quiet here. Unlike the war-torn World outside, the back garden was still lush with vegetation and flowing with clear springs.
In the center of the flower garden, there was a patch of land that had been separately fenced off. A particularly gentle-looking Blue Silver Grass grew there.
It was not tall, and it even looked somewhat fragile. But on every leaf, extremely pure blue-gold patterns flowed.
All the surrounding Blue Silver Grass tilted slightly toward it, as if guarding it, and also as if worshipping it.
Tang Chuan stood before that Blue Silver Grass and did not move for a long time; his gaze became very soft.
There was no coldness like when facing Tang San, nor the composure like when facing Qian Renxue or Di Tian. At this moment, he was more like a child who had finally returned to his mother.
"Mother." Tang Chuan said in a low voice. "I'm back."
A breeze blew by. The Blue Silver Grass swayed gently, its leaves brushing against Tang Chuan's fingertips, as if responding to him.
Tang Chuan slowly crouched down and reached out to touch the soil.
Back then, after Ah Yin sacrificed herself, only this bit of life Origin remained. He had planted Ah Yin in the back garden of Tianxing Academy, nourishing her daily with the aura of the Blue Silver Emperor and guarding her with the Life Domain.
Over these years, Ah Yin's life aura had recovered bit by bit. But it was still not enough.
If it were just an ordinary Soul Master, even spending a lifetime might not be enough to truly resurrect Ah Yin. But now, it was different.
Tang Chuan had already drawn the Sea God Trident. His Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline had also reached an unprecedented level through repeated transformations.
More importantly, he had mastered the Life Domain and the power of the Sea God, and coupled with the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, a treasure land rare in the World, resurrecting Ah Yin was finally no longer just a distant wish.
The next second, Tang Chuan raised his hand, and the Sea God Trident gently tapped the ground. A blue-gold divine light spread out. All the Blue Silver Grass in the back garden lit up simultaneously.