Douluo Continent: Naru Sacred Heart, Snow Shines Forever

When Tang San successfully absorbed the Eight Spider Lances and integrated them into himself.

Chen Jieqi, who was leaning against the couch, suddenly sat up straight, his eyes snapping back to reality.

Beneath the pristine white outfit, pale golden holy light surged wildly along her veins, outlining ancient and sacred patterns beneath her skin.

That was the Heart of the Naaru responding to a distant yet familiar aura, one imbued with greed, bloodlust, and darkness.

Yet it also faintly connects to the aura of the shattered holy light illusion he encountered when he traveled through time.

"It's the Eight Spider Lances... As expected, it's here after all."

He murmured softly, his fingertips pressed against his brow, feeling the restless resonance within him.

"No, it's not just the Eight Spider Lances, there's... something even older."

The imprint of the Heart of the Naaru continued to burn, and a blurry fragment of memory uncontrollably flooded into his mind.

Three winged deities stood side by side, their holy radiance intertwining to form a barrier against the boundless darkness.

The one on the left wields a trident, with waves and holy light merging together; the one on the right spreads six wings behind him, with angelic hymns resonating with holy light.

The one in the middle was surrounded by pure Naaru holy light, and his voice was like the whisper of the stars.

"As long as light is extinguished, darkness will not arise."

Chen Jieqi tried desperately to make out the face of the deity in the middle, but his memory was too blurry.

Like a reflection in water, Chen Jieqi couldn't tell whether it was a real fragment of history or an illusion captured by the Heart of Naru in the turbulent flow of time and space.

That was the last scene he saw before he traveled through time, and it was also the earliest memory of the Heart of Naaru.

It turns out that this Holy Light Martial Soul from the World of Warcraft did not appear out of thin air; it was itself a fragment of that ancient Holy Light deity.

Guided by some kind of 'guidance' during the spacetime turbulence, he fell into the Douluo Continent and eventually became his martial soul.

Later, Tang San inherited the Sea God and Qian Renxue the Angel God, who were allies who fought alongside him against the darkness.

"I see……"

A flash of understanding crossed Chen Jieqi's eyes, but then his expression darkened again.

But if the holy light remains, will darkness truly not arise?

Chen Jieqi hesitated, a hint of doubt swirling in his eyes.

As the saying goes, the more intense the sunlight, the deeper and brighter the shadow; light and darkness are inherently symbiotic twins.

Does the holy light I seek also give rise to some kind of darkness?

This suddenly reminded him of the secret he had gleaned from fragments of memory: Bibi Dong's Rakshasa Divine Test was hidden deep within the Papal Palace of Spirit City.

Right at the feet of that angel statue symbolizing pure light.

Holy light and evil, light and darkness, have always been the same: the more extreme the light, the more it will give rise to an equal abyss.

......

A few days later, Tang San returned to Shrek Academy and went straight to his room.

Beneath the clothing on his back, the dull pain of the eight spider spears piercing his flesh still lingered.

Although he couldn't see the shape of the spider spears on his back, he could clearly sense their close connection to his bones and soul power meridians.

It was a strange and powerful force that made him subconsciously feel that it could never be a bad thing.

But deep down, there's always a lurking, unseen, predatory urge stirring within me, like a lurking venomous snake, constantly yearning to break free of its restraints.

If it weren't for the internal energy of the Mysterious Heaven Skill slowly circulating through the meridians, gradually suppressing and harmonizing that greedy desire,

He feared he might not be able to resist reaching out to the plants and trees around him, or even to his own kind.

As dusk crept over Shrek's walls,

Master Yu Xiaogang appeared at the academy gate. He exchanged a few brief pleasantries with Flander.

His gaze swept past the crowd and landed directly in the direction of Tang San's room.

His rugged face remained as composed as ever, but his pace quickened unconsciously, oblivious to the gentle breeze stirred by the hem of his clothes.

When he pushed the door open, Tang San was sitting on the edge of the bed, and the outline of his bulge could be vaguely seen under the clothes on his back.

Yu Xiaogang didn't say anything more, but his voice was full of concern.

"Mistress, take off your clothes."

As he carefully parted the fabric covering Tang San's back, the outline of the Eight Spider Lanterns gleamed with a bluish-purple luster under the dim yellow oil lamp, like a swarm of lurking spiders, possessing a captivating allure.

While listening to Tang San recount his experiences in the Star Dou Great Forest.

Yu Xiaogang's slightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed, a glint of barely concealed shrewdness flashing in his eyes, his tone reassuring.

"Little San, this is an external soul bone, a treasure that soul masters dream of, second only to a 100,000-year soul ring in value."

He paused again, his rugged face softening slightly, his tone tinged with both heartache and relief.

"Moreover, it will continue to evolve as your cultivation level grows, becoming both the sharpest offensive weapon and the strongest defensive barrier. It is a rare and precious opportunity bestowed by heaven."

Tang San listened intently, his devouring desire seemingly soothed somewhat by the recognition of the "treasure," yet it still lurked deep within his soul, like a seed that could sprout at any moment.

He looked at the master's concerned smile, his voice barely audible.

"Teacher, I always feel like it... wants to devour something."

Yu Xiaogang abruptly stopped, stunned for a moment.

"Little San, listen to this, external soul bones come with the instincts of soul beasts."

The Human-Faced Demon Spider was originally a devouring soul beast, and this desire was its residual mark.

He could feel the tension in Tang San's body.

"But you must remember, you are Tang San, my disciple Yu Xiaogang."

You only need to suppress it with your soul power and control it with your mind. Once it completely merges with your soul power, this restlessness will gradually subside and become part of your power.

As if remembering something, his tone gradually became serious, almost warning.

"Remember, you must overcome this desire."

You must never let it devour your true self. Once you succumb to this consuming desire, you will lose control.

At that time, all the Soul Masters on the continent will regard you as a heretic.

The last sentence struck Tang San like a hammer blow. He abruptly looked up.

"I understand, teacher. I will control it. I will never become an evil spirit master!"

……

At dinner time, the Shrek members sat around a wooden table, the aroma of steaming broth and wheat cakes filling the canteen.

Tang San felt the faint aura of soul power emanating from his companions lingering around his nose, and a dormant desire to devour them suddenly surged up.

He could even clearly smell the lingering flame soul power on Ma Hongjun's sleeve and the sweet aroma of Oscar's fingertip food soul skill.

Even the smell of sweat on Dai Mubai's body after training seemed to carry an alluring vitality.

He suddenly lowered his head, buried his face in the bowl, and stirred the broth violently with a spoon, forcing himself to focus on the food.

The internal energy of the Xuan Tian Gong circulated wildly in his meridians, suppressing the desire that was about to burst out of his throat, and the veins on his neck bulged uncontrollably.

"Third Brother, what's wrong? You look so pale?"

Xiao Wu tilted her head and poked his arm worriedly.

"Is it because the spirit ring absorption hasn't finished?"

Her eyes crinkled into a smile, and she subconsciously wanted to get closer to check on his condition.

Tang San's Adam's apple bobbed violently as he forced a laugh, his voice hoarse, each word uttered through gritted teeth.

"It's nothing, I'm just a little tired... Eat up, and then get some rest."

He deliberately avoided Xiao Wu's gaze, which caused him to lose his usual focus.

No one noticed that a faint yet eerie red glint flashed in Xiao Wu's slightly narrowed eyes.

As a 100,000-year-old soul beast in human form, Xiao Wu's perception of life force and evil fluctuations far surpasses that of ordinary people.

Looking at Tang San's pale face, she felt inexplicably panicked.

That aura... though faint, instinctively sent shivers down her spine from the depths of the Star Dou Great Forest.

That evil soul beast that even Da Ming and Er Ming feared greatly—

Dark Demon Evil God Tiger!

It seems like there's something that shouldn't be there on Third Brother.

She bit her lip and secretly decided that she would pay close attention to her third brother's condition in the next few days.