The plant domain covered a radius of over a hundred li—an immense scope.
A li is 500 meters, so 100 li is 50,000 meters (50 kilometers).
Within this massive area grew countless plants. Even if each contributed only a tiny amount of life force, together they formed a vast sea of vitality!
Supplied with this purest life energy, the Blue Silver Grass's growth accelerated rapidly—hundred years, thousand, ten thousand… and soon it was approaching the legendary ten-thousand-year soul beast threshold!
As Blue Silver Emperor Ah Yin absorbed, her form changed dramatically. The once-separate grass leaves coalesced, charged with concentrated Blue Silver Emperor energy and still brimming with undigested life source.
All the blue-silver leaves were now deep green, forming a cocoon ten meters in diameter, radiating life and immense power from within.
This cocoon signaled the breakthrough to ten-thousand-year soul beast status. Once Ah Yin emerged, she'd regain full cultivation; inside, she now had the chance to choose—remain a powerful soul beast or become human again.
Of course, Ah Yin's choice was clear.
Yun Chuan saw that, and stopped the infusion of life force. She'd reached maximum capacity; now it was only a matter of waiting for her rebirth.
With the Plant Sovereign's help, the process would be swift.
Tang Hao sat before the cocoon, the anxious light in his eyes growing. Despite years of waiting, his impatience only got stronger as her resurrection neared. He stared at the green cocoon, eager and aching for his beloved wife's return.
Half an hour passed.
A thin crack appeared on the vibrant cocoon, spreading and widening until—
Boom!
The cocoon burst apart!
Blue-silver light flooded out.
In the center, a woman appeared.
Her entire body was bathed in gentle light, robed in a blue-gold gown, the noble aura enhancing her ethereal beauty, her sapphire eyes flawless. Golden ribbons fluttered around her, displaying an elegant fragrance in the air.
She looked about twenty, and her eyes locked with the burly, weathered man before her, a sharp contrast between youth and rugged age. But her gaze was full of love.
"Ah… Yin."
Tang Hao said the words thickly, lowered his head in shame, unable at first to meet her gaze.
She cupped his face in her slender hands, lifting his head. Her familiar scent surrounded him.
"Hao, you are always my Hao. Though I sacrificed and lost my life for you, I know you suffered more. Now we're together again, and I'll never leave you. No matter what you become, you are my man. I love you, forever and ever."
Ah Yin's voice trembled, thick with sobs and green-glowing tears.
Tang Hao finally met her gaze, letting years of suppressed emotion flood out. He embraced his wife tightly, crying aloud.
The once indomitable Clear Sky Douluo—known for courage and strength—now wept openly like a child. The emotional dam burst from hard years apart.
When Ah Yin sacrificed herself, all Tang Hao clung to was a single Blue Silver Emperor seed, and two newborn children—one stolen by enemies.
That loss hit Tang Hao like a mountain.
Now, his beloved wife—the mother of his child—stood alive before him.
Yun Chuan, witnessing the scene, felt his own tears stir, likely a blood connection more than anything else.
He did not interrupt, just watched for a moment, then quietly turned to leave the cave.
His promise fulfilled, he had no reason to stay.
And, truthfully, Yun Chuan's feelings toward his biological parents were deeply complex—awkward and confused. Unsure of how to face them, he chose to slip away.
But as he walked out, a gentle, maternal voice stopped him.
"Child…"
Yun Chuan paused, but did not turn back.
He stood still a moment, then advanced further.
"…My name is Yun Chuan. I am not surnamed Tang, and I lived well in the Spirit Hall…"
In other words—he did not want to acknowledge kinship.
Ah Yin, watching him go, was heartbroken.
Tang Hao quickly comforted her, "Don't worry, Ah Yin. He just needs time to accept reality. He'll come around…"
But even he didn't believe that. The bond of upbringing is as deep as blood. If Yun Chuan had suffered in Spirit Hall, kinship would be easy. But he'd had a good life, achieved the rank of Holy Son and high status—a true winner.
In such circumstances, reconciliation was unlikely.
(End of Chapter 93)