Chapter 235: Appearance is determined by the heart, the fallen Tang 3

How could this be the Blue Silver Emperor he was familiar with?

This is clearly... Dark Blue Silver Grass, right?

Tang San quickly sensed it, and then found out with a gloomy expression that his martial soul could not even be called the Dark Blue Silver Emperor, but just the Dark Blue Silver Grass like the master of a certain generation in his later life!

How is this going? ?

The Blue Silver King was also shocked and said, "Your Highness, Blue Silver Crown Prince, may I ask if your martial spirit has been treated in any special way?"

"What do you mean?" Tang San didn't understand.

"When I performed the second awakening on you, I activated it through normal means. But the subject of this activation, this awakening, is you, your martial spirit. Do you understand? I am just an external force, a catalyst. The result is linked to you and has nothing to do with me."

Tang San understood, but his eyes still widened.

"Then why do I feel that my martial soul is still Blue Silver Grass, and not Blue Silver Emperor?"

There was still no expression on the Blue Silver King's face, as if it was just a machine without any emotions.

"Because the power affecting your martial spirit seems to be a bit too great! I can only help you complete the first transformation during the second awakening. If you want to truly become the Blue Silver Emperor, or the Dark Blue Silver Emperor... I'm afraid I'm a bit powerless, and you need to continue to find a way in the future."

Tang San took a deep breath.

Could it be that it was because of the influence of the power of Rakshasa that his martial soul completely changed from blue silver grass to dark blue silver grass?

This is the only explanation!

If that's the case, it's understandable that the Blue Silver King, an 85,000-year-old soul beast, is unable to help him fully awaken.

In fact, this was because the Blue Silver King had already obtained Ah Yin's life seed and had devoured it before Tang San arrived - this was a characteristic of the Blue Silver Grass.

Although the Blue Silver King has not yet fully evolved into the Blue Silver Emperor, he also possesses some of the power of the Emperor's bloodline.

In other words, Tang San accidentally got a new godfather, and whether his martial spirit can evolve depends entirely on the mood of this godfather.

But this godfather has already surrendered to the enemy.

However, godfather's words were not all nonsense. Tang San's first martial soul was indeed bound to Rakshasa God, because his Blue Silver Herb had a tendency to corrupt, and his second martial soul was favored by Shura God.

Tang San's face became a little ferocious, and he looked at his right hand viciously.

The blue-silver grass leaves with black lines were swaying slowly. The martial soul had indeed evolved. This feeling was not wrong.

But there is always a feeling of incomplete evolution.

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something.

So he quickly ran to a small river about ten meters away and looked into the water.

"Well--!"

The young man reflected in the river was no longer as handsome as before.

His eye sockets were deeply sunken, and the black color that seeped out from nowhere filled the outline of his eye sockets, and his eyes became huge.

His cheeks were pale, as if he had just crawled out of a coffin, and there were even creepy grayish-white lines scattered across his face, like vomited gastric juice.

At the same time, the corners of his mouth seemed to be cracked, extending to both sides, almost touching his ears.

Behind the ears, on the upper forehead, the gray-blue hair was like a weed, and there were two obvious clumps of hair, as if they were growing inward.

"No...how could this happen..." Tang San stretched out his hands and found that his arms were like dead branches in the wind.

He trembled and gently touched his skin with his fingers, because he felt that his flesh and blood seemed to have changed.

Just as he scratched his skin with his fingernails, an even stronger feeling of vomiting surged into his throat—under the skin, there was dark purple flesh wriggling!

He suddenly remembered what Rakshasa had told him - life is a rotten skin. Some people think they are wearing armor, but underneath the iron sheet, there are still wriggling maggots!

"what--!"

He thrust his hands into the river in fear, as if he wanted to strangle the ridiculous figure reflected in the water!

Of course, this is impossible.

“Hehe—hehe—hahahahahaha!”

He laughed maniacally.

As he laughed, waves of black aura seemed to spread from his body, turning into particles and smoke, filling the air around him.

Fate has given you many gifts. When you accept them, use them, and even feel at ease with them, you should think in advance about how much time is left before the settlement price at this moment.

Maybe, this is what is meant by "appearances reflect the mind". In the original story, when Tang San awakened the Blue Silver Emperor spirit, he was still a little idiot who had not entered the Slaughter City to experience the killing, had not gone to Yuexuan to receive education, and only knew how to practice. Even the relationship between the two empires and the Spirit Hall needed Dai Mubai to explain to him.

Therefore, the change in his appearance brought about by the second awakening at that time did indeed make him look "good-looking".

But this time it was different. The darkness in his heart, the setbacks he experienced, and everything about himself were the "culprits" that turned him into this state.

"Why, is this happening..."

He covered his face and laughed hoarsely. The laughter was so unpleasant, like crying.

Tang San now is like a wild beast addicted to dark desires. Perhaps, he has been like this for a long time - when he was still in a high position.

However, at that time, Tang San still had some other external objects as amulets, such as identity, status, a happy family, and his own blind confidence in what he did.

But now he had lost all that, he had nothing.

This time, the second awakening was like peeling him open with blood, allowing him to see for himself what was under his original skin.

He used to laugh at many people and things, and now he is still laughing wildly, he even wants to dance!

But I wanted to cry bitterly.

Suddenly, a slight cracking sound came into his mind, as if someone had split his head with a knife, and light poured in from that side, but it was not light, but the black particles that escaped from his body, returning to his mind again.

He fell down while laughing and fell into the stream. The river water flooded over his body and carried him away from this place to somewhere outside.

In the river of the Rakshasa Temple, he chose to move forward and accept this inheritance, this "test". Was this what he wanted? No, definitely not. He had no choice.

Once he embarks on this path, there is no turning back.

Just like now, becoming like this, is it his will? No, not really.

But he couldn't stop, he had to continue along this path, he had no choice, he could only be pushed forward by the tide of fate, he could only -

Degenerated into a true evil soul master!

……

"This is... Third Brother?"

About an hour ago, the blue silver grass wrapped around Ma Hongjun loosened and he broke free.

He knew in his heart that this must be Tang San having completed his second awakening, so he just waited here.

However, he did not wait for Tang San to return, but he was thirsty, so he came to a small river not far away, intending to get some water to drink.

A figure floated down the river.