Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul is the Ten Ferocious Heavenly Horned Ant

This future, however, chilled her to the bone. She naively believed that at the end of the story, her mistress might come back to life from Tang San, who was now a god.

But reality is cruel. The selfish Tang San had long forgotten this innocent young soul, or perhaps he never thought he had done anything wrong.

To prevent Tang Hao and Blue Silver Emperor Ah Yin from noticing the abnormality in his soul, Tang San even forbade them from setting foot in the God Realm, forcing them to stay only on Douluo Star.

Unintentionally.

Blue Silver Emperor Ah Yin recalled Xiao San's soul memories, and crystal tears couldn't help but slide down her cheeks again. She took out a soul memory crystal that was shimmering with blue light from her spatial soul tool.

"I told you to throw it away a long time ago, why are you still keeping it?" Dong Qing had a terrible headache.

"These are the last sounds and last images of the mistress. How can I bear to part with her?" Blue Silver Emperor A Yin shook her head, lightly tapped her fingertip, and a surge of soul power activated the crystallized soul memory.

next moment.

A large screen appeared in mid-air, displaying a dark space. Inside this dark space, a little boy was squatting on the ground, secretly wiping away tears.

[Image of Tang San's soul memory crystallization]

[Note: Tang San is Tang San, and Xiao San is Xiao San. Xiao San is the biological son of the Blue Silver Emperor, Ah Yin, while Tang San is an otherworldly visitor who possessed and devoured Xiao San's soul.]

The mistress's soul space is vast and dark, so dark that you can't see your hand in front of your face, and there is no light at all, giving people the feeling of being shrouded in darkness.

That's not surprising.

In the ordinary person's soul space, most areas are empty and dark, only the soul can emit light, like a bright candle in the darkness.

Where am I?

"Am I already dead?"

"Why is it pitch black? I can't see anything?"

Tang San, who had just transmigrated from another world, walked for a long time in a pitch-black space. Finally, just as he was getting impatient, he saw a soft light not far ahead.

This soft light was very weak.

You can't see it at all when it's far away.

"Mommy! Mommy, where are you? I miss you so much! Daddy drinks every day and beats me!"

A boy of about two years old was squatting on the ground crying incessantly. He was so heartbroken that the tears streaming down his face turned into streams that shimmered with blue-gold light.

"Little brother, where is this?"

Tang San walked forward cautiously, his tone also very careful.

"Big brother?"

The bewildered little boy looked up at Tang San with an innocent and puzzled expression. Although he didn't understand many things, he was still a little confused as to why an outsider would be here.

"Little brother, it's too dark here. Do you need me to take you home?"

Tang San wore a kind smile, silently releasing a false sense of goodwill. He was completely confused and just wanted to know what this place was.

"No need, Mom's not home, and Dad always hits me, so I don't want to go home!"

The little boy angrily turned his back, sobbing softly as he wiped his eyes.

"But it's dangerous outside, there are a lot of bad people. Aren't you afraid that bad people will kidnap you?"

Tang San stepped forward, squatted down in front of the little boy, and then stared calmly at him, trying to figure out his true identity.

"Don't be afraid! My dad is very strong! I remember he chased away a lot of bad guys. If... if he could stop hitting me, that would be great! Xiao San is very obedient."

The little boy initially looked arrogant, but by the end he seemed a bit aggrieved.

"Oh, I see! Your dad is really amazing, right? Just how amazing is he?"

Tang San raised his head and looked around warily, seemingly searching for the very powerful father the little boy had mentioned, but ultimately found nothing.

It was as if, in this pitch-black space, besides him, there was only the little boy in front of him, and only beside the little boy was there a soft light.

Moreover, Tang San inexplicably felt that this dark space was constantly rejecting him, rejecting him as an uninvited outsider, and trying to drive him out.

But the problem is.

A deep intuition told Tang San that if he were excluded, he would be reduced to ashes in an instant.

"I don't know how amazing he is, but he single-handedly chased away a lot of bad guys. He's my idol!"

Upon hearing Tang San ask about his father, the little boy immediately stopped crying, his whole demeanor as proud as a little peacock.

He didn't understand how powerful his father was; he could fly and disappear into the ground, and he could also swing a big hammer at will.

It is often said that babies have no memory, but that is not true. Every baby has their own memories at birth, though they are not fully aware of them. It is just that they usually do not retain these memories.

The human brain has the ability to filter memories; unimportant things are quickly forgotten, just like a normal person can't remember what they ate every day two months ago.

The little boy was clearly not a normal person. He was a hybrid of a 100,000-year-old humanoid soul beast and a human. He was naturally intelligent and had even remembered a lot of his memories from his infancy.

"Oh! You chased away so many bad guys all by yourself, that's really impressive," Tang San nodded and said.

In his heart.

The little boy's father only knew a little martial arts, so it wasn't surprising that he could beat some ordinary people.

"Dad is amazing, but I still miss Mom so much! But Dad just won't tell me where Mom went. He also often says she's a stingy person who doesn't want to perform any soul sacrifice."

The little boy seemed to be thinking of his mother, and tears of grievance began to stream down his face again.

He didn't actually remember what his mother looked like, but her gentle voice remained in his mind.

"Baby! Baby! Go to sleep! Mommy loves you!"

“Baby! Your father is such a coward. He knows I’m in a weak state right now, but he still doesn’t dare to take me back to the Haotian Sect. We already have a child. No matter how much his parents disagree with our relationship, they can’t just disown their own grandson, can they?”

"Baby! My identity has been discovered. Someone wants the 100,000-year-old soul bone in Mommy's body. But who exactly revealed my 100,000-year-old soul beast identity?"

“Baby! Let me tell you something! That Spirit Hall Pope Qian Xunji has such disgusting eyes! He not only wants Mommy's 100,000-year soul bone, he even wants to humiliate Mommy in front of Daddy.”

“Baby! Your father is starting to feel the strain. He has only just been promoted to Title Douluo and hasn’t even acquired his spirit rings yet. He is definitely no match for that Spirit Hall Pope, Qian Xunji.”

“Baby! Mommy may be away from you for decades, or even centuries. When you grow up, you must... you must take good care of your father. You are such a troublesome father. He could have gone back to the Clear Sky Sect to visit his family without any problems, but he insists on wandering around right under the nose of the Spirit Hall.”

........

These are the sounds stored in the little boy's mind, even though he can no longer remember what his mother looks like.

But he was certain.

My mother must be a gentle and kind woman, and she would never beat me every day like my father.

Perhaps it was his mother's voice that rang out again, and the little boy's tears flowed down his cheeks like a waterfall.

Tears flowed more and more, just like when Tang San first saw the little boy, turning into a stream whose destination was unknown.

The stream was crystal clear, without a speck of dust floating on it; it was incredibly clean and even carried a pure, cleansing aura.

But at this moment.

Looking at the stream formed by the little boy's tears, Tang San seemed to have thought of a possibility, a possibility that he could be reborn and resurrected.

"Could it be that I am really dead? And now I am just in someone else's soul space?" Tang San wondered to himself.

Think about this.

He reached out and touched the stream formed by the tears. In that instant, a peculiar feeling welled up inside him, and he found that his entire soul had become incredibly clear.

In fact, Tang San didn't know how to describe this special feeling. He only knew that the little boy in front of him was very special, like a peerless tonic.

In that instant, he felt an uncontrollable greed welling up in his heart. He wanted to devour the humanoid precious herb in front of him, eat its flesh, and drink its blood.

But cannibalism.........

It was ultimately a counterintuitive thing to do. Tang San felt like vomiting, but he found that he couldn't vomit anything. Instead, he felt a strong sense of rejection from the little boy.

"Big brother, your eyes are scary!"

The little boy stared timidly at Tang San's face, his innocent eyes filled with fear.

I don't know when.

He sensed an immense malevolent intent emanating from his side. Although he couldn't yet distinguish what malevolent intent was, the aura of devouring, destroying, and killing everything made him extremely repulsed by Tang San before him.

"Little brother, can you do big brother a favor?"

Tang San's originally handsome face began to gradually distort, slowly transforming into the most insidious and ugly face in the world. This was the truest manifestation of his own soul and represented his true nature.

"Help? Big brother, can I really help?"

A feeling of being needed welled up inside the little boy, and he immediately forgot his fear. His big eyes stared straight at Tang San.

Pure, clean, and flawless.

What a pair of pure and flawless eyes they were!

Clear as spring water, without a trace of filth, the purity contained in her pupils is enough to wash away the darkness in the heart of the most wicked person and give rise to a glimmer of goodness.

Even the most wicked person would likely feel a sense of purification upon seeing the innocent eyes of this little boy.

This feeling is not unpleasant because it is not a forced pull; it is a pure, innocent, and clean spiritual purification.

That is, in this very instant.

Tang San was stunned. A trace of pity actually rose in his heart, which had long been dark and filthy.

As a man who dared to steal the Xuan Tian Bao Lu, the supreme classic of the Tang Sect, he was not only bold, but also incredibly daring.

There's nothing in this world he wouldn't dare to do, yet now, he actually feels a slight reluctance to hurt anyone.

I don't know how much time has passed.

It could be a second, a minute, or even an hour.

"Damn it! How dare you use such an evil brainwashing technique on me? It seems you've already chosen your own death! Don't blame me for being ruthless and merciless from now on."

Tang San's eyes gradually hardened, while his greed grew stronger.

He didn't want to die, and he couldn't die, so the only one who could die was this little boy.

"Big brother, what are you muttering about? What is brainwashing? What is a path to death?"

The little boy stared at Tang San with a bewildered and innocent expression, finding it difficult to understand these words. This space was his soul space, and even though Tang San had been secretly thinking about it in his heart, he couldn't hide it from him.

"You'll find out soon enough..."

Tang San did not answer the little boy, but looked at him with a cold gaze.