Ah Yin's heart was filled with pain—her child, the one she had carried for ten months, had been overtaken by someone else. If Tang Hao hadn't insisted on wandering around while she was pregnant, she would never have been hunted down by the Spirit Hall, and her son wouldn't have died in the aftermath of the battle.
Although her cultivation had reached that of a Spirit Sage and she had taken full human form, the aura of a hundred-thousand-year-old spirit beast was supposed to have dissipated. However, due to her pregnancy, her aura became unstable as she approached delivery.
At that time, why did she trust Tang Hao and agree to venture so close to Spirit City? Could it be that Tang Hao had ulterior motives? Yet, there was something else she needed to clarify. Due to her bond with Su Ming, she knew he retained memories from a past life. So, why did he say he was reincarnated while saying her son was "possessed"? Weren't they both beings with memories from past lives?
"Su Ming," she asked, "you also have memories of a past life, yet you say you're reincarnated. So why can't Tang San also be considered reincarnated? If he is, wouldn't that mean he's still my son?"
Su Ming was momentarily taken aback, but he wasn't surprised that Ah Yin knew he was reborn. Their bond allowed them to sense each other's thoughts with increasing clarity.
Shaking his head, Su Ming explained, "Since you asked, I'll clarify. You saw in the vision just now—Tang San's soul only entered your son's body after he died. That's akin to someone seizing control of your son's body, which is what we call possession."
"Reincarnation," he continued, "is more like a soul being reborn in a new life. It's when a soul is born within the mother, growing naturally from conception without any memories of a previous life."
"In my past world," Su Ming explained, "it's said there is an afterlife called the Underworld. When people die, their souls go there to await new parents. They drink something called 'Meng Po Soup,' which makes them forget their past lives, enabling them to reincarnate. Otherwise, if everyone retained memories, chaos would ensue. I seem to be an exception, though—I didn't regain my memories until I was three or four, so maybe something went wrong with my soup," he laughed.
Ah Yin was left puzzled, with words like "Underworld," "Meng Po Soup," and "reincarnation" swirling in her mind. Did Su Ming's previous world really have such things?
With a curious look, she asked, "Su Ming, was the Underworld real?"
Su Ming chuckled. "Who knows? I was an ordinary person and never saw it myself. But people have believed in it for thousands of years, so maybe there's something to it."
Su Ming admitted that he also felt curious. His past life world embraced science, but it couldn't explain everything, and here he was, in another dimension. Perhaps the Underworld was a realm deeply connected to the previous world, existing alongside it. However, this was just speculation. He only brought it up to help Ah Yin understand the difference between reincarnation and possession.
"So, Ah Yin," Su Ming said, "now you understand. True reincarnation involves starting fresh. People who retain memories from past lives are rare." He added, "Think about it—this world has gods. What if one of them decided to reincarnate and experience a mortal life by sealing away their memories? It's not impossible, right?"
Ah Yin was at a loss for words, though Su Ming's logic did make sense. And yet, as a god, why would anyone want to experience mortal life again? Perhaps only if they were tired of living.
Ah Yin took a deep breath, finally coming to terms with the truth. Her son had died long ago, and this Tang San was an imposter.
Seeing her begin to accept reality, Su Ming said, "All right, let's see how Tang San handles Shi Nian's illusion… or if someone comes to his rescue."
Ah Yin knew who he meant—Tang Hao. However, her current power level couldn't detect Tang Hao. "Su Ming, can you sense where Tang Hao is hiding?"
Su Ming nodded, "Yes. While Tang Hao's power and spiritual sense are formidable, he doesn't specialize in concealment. I can sense him."
With that, Su Ming left the spiritual space, leaving Ah Yin to process everything.
Inside the illusion, Tang San struggled against nightmarish visions. Though he eventually realized he was caught in an illusion, his Purple Demon Eye failed to break it. The technique that had served him so well was now powerless.
This was the first time Tang San's Purple Demon Eye had ever failed him, despite working just moments earlier.
Shi Nian laughed coldly from a distance, though Tang San couldn't hear him. "That little trick was only my weakest illusion. Did you really think your Purple Demon Eye was so powerful?"
Currently, Tang San's Purple Demon Eye hadn't reached the Mustard Seed Realm(or sth). Although his spiritual power was advanced, it was far from the level needed to match a powerful illusionist like Shi Nian.
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Within the illusion, Tang San was still unwilling to give up, using all his mental power and his Purple Demon Eye in an attempt to break through the illusion Shi Nian had set. But instead of success, his efforts only exhausted his mental strength, leaving him battered and bruised by the attacks within the illusion.
Tang San's mind was in turmoil. Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How could his Purple Demon Eye fail against Shi Nian's illusion? His technique was supposed to be a perfect counter to all illusions! Tang San's real body, in the outside world, was deathly pale, with trickles of blood beginning to seep from his eyes, nose, and mouth. It seemed he wouldn't last much longer.
Shi Nian, seeing Tang San's state, burst into laughter. "Tang San, you're quite a sight! Didn't your Shrek Academy always say that a spirit master who avoids conflict isn't a good spirit master? Well, here I am giving you all the trouble you could want!"
Enjoying Tang San's suffering, Shi Nian felt a deep sense of satisfaction. He relished seeing others tormented by his Nightmare Martial Soul. It was like a twisted game of cat and mouse, feeding his dark desires.
"But there's something unusual about this kid. His mental power seems quite strong to last so long in my strongest illusion. And he's just a young Spirit Master who broke through my initial illusion... Strange! Oh, I remember—their eyes turned purple. Could it be a special eye technique?"
His eyes gleaming with excitement, Shi Nian thought, This kid must have secrets. Well, I've had my fun; it's time to end this.
Just as he was preparing to finish Tang San off, a powerful, oppressive aura surged from behind him.
"Shi Nian, how dare you! You, a mere Spirit Saint, dare lay a hand on my son? You're asking for death!"
Shi Nian was jolted by the intimidating voice, realizing that a formidable foe was behind him. Quickly, he dodged to the side.
Boom!
A massive red hammer smashed into the spot where Shi Nian had just been, shattering the ground. If he hadn't dodged in time, he would have been crushed!
Turning around, Shi Nian saw a man in a dark cloak slowly approaching. Around him, spirit rings began to shine—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black... and red!
Seeing that the spirit master before him was a Titled Douluo with an oppressive ten-thousand-year red spirit ring, Shi Nian trembled. If his opponent had only been a Spirit Douluo, he might have managed to fight back, but against such a powerful Titled Douluo, Shi Nian knew he had no chance. He wanted to flee, but the man's killing intent had already locked onto him.
Realizing who stood before him, Shi Nian's voice quivered, "Lo-Lord Clear Sky... I... I didn't know Tang San was your son. I'll release him right now. Please, have mercy..."
Tang Hao's voice was filled with deadly intent. "Mercy? When my son pleaded for mercy, did you grant it? All he did was have a minor conflict with some insignificant students from your Canghui Academy, and you try to kill him over it!"
Shi Nian was internally cursing Tang Hao but knew that with Tang Hao's strength, his words held weight.
But with the full force of Tang Hao's Titled Douluo aura bearing down on him, Shi Nian found himself unable to move, let alone try to use Tang San as a bargaining chip.
With a cold sneer, Tang Hao said, "Since you refuse to spare others, why should anyone spare you?"
As he spoke, Tang Hao swung his right hand, summoning the colossal Clear Sky Hammer to his side. Injecting his spirit power into the hammer, Tang Hao made it grow even larger.
"Clear Sky Nine Absolutes: Kill!"
Boom!
"No! Lord Clear Sky, please, no!" Shi Nian's plea was cut short as he was utterly destroyed.
Watching this unfold, Su Ming couldn't help but shake his head. If Shi Nian hadn't toyed with Tang San and instead struck from the shadows, he might have had a chance to escape.
With Shi Nian's death, his illusion vanished.
Tang San slowly opened his eyes, his vision hazy. Seeing a figure holding a massive hammer, he muttered weakly, "Father... you came." With those words, he collapsed into unconsciousness.
Tang Hao sighed, his heart heavy. He still couldn't understand why Tang San had been wandering around alone. If he hadn't intervened, his son would have died!
As Tang Hao prepared to leave with Tang San, a burst of radiant light appeared beside Shi Nian's corpse.
Tang Hao's eyes widened—a spirit bone! And with such a brilliant glow, it had to be at least a ten-thousand-year spirit bone.
Tang Hao was elated. He hadn't expected Shi Nian, a mere Spirit Saint, to possess such a precious item. Without hesitation, he stored the spirit bone in his spatial device. After considering it briefly, he decided to take Shi Nian's body with him as well. He didn't want his actions during the Spirit Master Tournament to attract unwanted attention, as some might recognize his handiwork.
In no time, Tang Hao disappeared with both Tang San and Shi Nian's body, and the illusion-cast area soon returned to normal.
Having seen enough, Su Ming decided to head back to the academy. His purpose in coming here had been simple: to let Ah Yin face reality. As for the illusion-based spirit bone, he was content to let Tang San have it for now. The bone was of no use to Tang San, and he doubted Tang San would absorb it hastily just to boost his power slightly.
While the spirit bone could indeed help Tang San in the short term, the head spirit bone position was second in importance only to the torso. Since Tang San had already damaged his right leg bone, Su Ming wasn't worried.
Originally, the spirit bone might have suited Ning Rongrong. However, now that Su Ming had entered the story, he had a new idea: perhaps Ning Rongrong could train her mental abilities to protect herself.
After all, Su Ming had taught her a mental training technique, and her progress in mastering it was faster than even Xiao Wu's. Perhaps Ning Rongrong's talent for mental power was stronger than he'd thought.
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