Chapter 483: The Sacrifice of Feng Wutong: A Sudden Start...

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For plant soul beasts, sacrifice means burning everything they possess, leaving behind only a seed. But Feng Wutong somehow managed to preserve her entire body!

From the looks of it, her body could continue to survive, albeit without any cultivation. She would revert to being an ordinary Feng Wutong tree, though one that's just a bit "larger than life."

With a smile, Feng Wutong explained, "Thanks to you, I absorbed the remnants of the Phoenix's soul and comprehended the true meaning of rebirth. This form you see now is the result of my initial rebirth, consolidating everything into this body."

"Speaking of which, once a plant soul beast reaches a certain level, it naturally possesses the gift of rebirth—through sacrifice."

"This is an advantage for plant soul beasts. With each sacrifice and rebirth, their spiritual power and bloodline evolve. In theory, if a plant soul beast could sacrifice itself nine times and be reborn while reaching the level of a hundred-thousand-year-old beast, its spiritual power would evolve into divine consciousness, and its bloodline would transform into a divine-level bloodline."

"But sadly, no plant has ever succeeded."

"As for me, I'm a special case. I grasped the true essence of the Phoenix's rebirth and combined it with my own natural ability to be reborn, which brought about my current state."

When it comes to rebirth, could any other plant compare to those that flourish even after "wildfires burn them down, only to sprout anew with the spring breeze?"

This power of rebirth is exactly what Tang San's Blue Silver Emperor needs.

Even though the Blue Silver Emperor's life force is already exceptionally strong, making it nearly impossible for anyone in the Douluo Continent to completely destroy it, precautions are still necessary.

For instance, what if the moon collided with the Earth?

In the future, Douluo will inevitably explore the stars, and the Blue Silver Emperor is far from its ultimate form. Gaining this ability of rebirth will undoubtedly allow it to evolve continuously, making its growth limitless!

"Haha, that's great to hear! Otherwise, I might've had to pay to buy your body," Tang San joked.

To his surprise, Feng Wutong pouted and said, "So, great ruler of the plant world, if my ability wasn't rebirth, would you not want me anymore?"

"Ahem." Tang San awkwardly cleared his throat and quickly reassured her, "No, it's not like that. I just wouldn't make you my spirit ring… But don't worry, even in that case, I'd transplant you to the most suitable place for your growth."

With a giggle, Feng Wutong suddenly wrapped herself around Tang San's neck, laughing, "You're so honest! I was only joking, hehe!"

Tang San realized that Feng Wutong was far from the innocent plant soul beast she appeared to be. After all, she had grown up in a human city. Despite her intelligence maturing for only about five years, with her mental strength, understanding everything about Phoenix City would've been a piece of cake for her.

Afterward, Tang San left Phoenix City and sought out a secluded forest, where he prepared to merge with Feng Wutong.

Unlike his previous merges with other plant soul beasts, Feng Wutong moved closer and closer to Tang San, almost to the point of kissing him. Then—

Tang San stopped her.

"What are you doing?"

"Sacrifice requires preparation."

"Does the sacrifice need a kiss?" Tang San asked suspiciously. In the past, other plant soul beasts didn't need to do this when sacrificing themselves to him, so why was Feng Wutong making "preparations" now?

"The other plant soul beasts didn't need it, but I'm different."

Feng Wutong's cute, round face took on a deadly serious expression. "I'm currently in a half-rebirth state, a culmination of all my cultivation without my own physical body. That's why I need to acquire your breath first, determine your precise state, and set a clear target for the sacrifice."

"This is a Feng Wutong forest. Without acquiring your breath in advance, I might accidentally sacrifice myself into one of the other Feng Wutong trees. If that happens, you'll have to wait a while."

Seeing her serious expression, Tang San couldn't help but feel she was making this up. After all, Phoenix City celebrated the "Phoenix Seeks Its Mate" festival, and he had a strong suspicion that this little trickster just wanted to experience what kissing felt like.

"Alright, I agree, but wouldn't a kiss on the cheek suffice?" Tang San suggested, thinking that if she became his spirit ring, he could treat her as a daughter-like figure, similar to Wu Lin, Wu Tong, or Ling Yun.

Ah Lan: Am I not worthy?

"No, it has to be mouth to mouth," Feng Wutong insisted seriously. "And not just that, it has to be a deep kiss. Only then can our breaths fully exchange perfectly. In fact, we need an even deeper connection to allow our souls to fuse together..."

Hearing this increasingly absurd explanation, Tang San felt his scalp tingle. It seemed Feng Wutong, having grown up in Phoenix City, was quite... "mature."

"How about I relocate you instead? I could find another—"

"Wait, no, a cheek kiss works too!" Feng Wutong quickly cut in as Tang San stood up, clutching his leg while drooling slightly. "I was just joking earlier to ease the tension. I didn't want you to feel too nervous during the fusion process and accidentally mess things up with a startle."

Her "driving" skills had truly reached a masterful level!

A speechless Tang San finally accepted Feng Wutong's cheek kiss. Afterward, she seamlessly merged into his Blue Silver Emperor, and in an instant, a vast energy surged through his entire body.

As the eighth spirit ring, adorned with crimson-gold and spiral patterns, appeared, Tang San felt an unusual energy coursing through every cell in his body.

The first sensation was heat.

But it wasn't the kind of heat that comes from fire. It was the heat of life itself, brimming with vitality. At its peak, the energy would suddenly subside and return to its origin, only to erupt once more with even greater force, bringing forth renewed life.

The cycle of rise and fall, of decline and resurgence.

Tang San realized that each cell in his body was undergoing this process of rebirth, repeating it nine times before it finally ceased.

The last moment of rebirth was indescribable.

It felt like sprinting in a 100-meter dash, using every ounce of energy at the very end to cross the finish line. Then, all at once—

A wave of calm washed over him. His entire being relaxed, and his mind filled with a profound sense of joy and peace. It was as though he had just experienced the most wondrous moment of his life.

It felt like fulfilling some deep-seated instinctive mission of life itself, a sense of accomplishment born from the very depths of his genes—unparalleled and incomparable.

When Tang San opened his eyes again, the "rebirth process" had ended. Feng Wutong's sacrifice was complete. If he wanted to experience that feeling again, he would need to use his eighth spirit ability.

Though Feng Wutong's million-year-level spirit ring didn't outwardly change Tang San's appearance, he knew that when the Blue Silver Emperor reached its limit, it could undergo a transformation. Even if subjected to a curse or other inescapable attacks, a single rebirth would be enough to undo it.

After all, what did the damage to the pre-rebirth Blue Silver Emperor have to do with its post-rebirth form?

In simple terms, it was like gaining a passive ability to "reset" his state.

(End of Chapter)Chapter 483: The Sacrifice of Feng Wutong: A Sudden Start...

For plant soul beasts, sacrifice means burning everything they possess, leaving behind only a seed. But Feng Wutong somehow managed to preserve her entire body!

From the looks of it, her body could continue to survive, albeit without any cultivation. She would revert to being an ordinary Feng Wutong tree, though one that's just a bit "larger than life."

With a smile, Feng Wutong explained, "Thanks to you, I absorbed the remnants of the Phoenix's soul and comprehended the true meaning of rebirth. This form you see now is the result of my initial rebirth, consolidating everything into this body."

"Speaking of which, once a plant soul beast reaches a certain level, it naturally possesses the gift of rebirth—through sacrifice."

"This is an advantage for plant soul beasts. With each sacrifice and rebirth, their spiritual power and bloodline evolve. In theory, if a plant soul beast could sacrifice itself nine times and be reborn while reaching the level of a hundred-thousand-year-old beast, its spiritual power would evolve into divine consciousness, and its bloodline would transform into a divine-level bloodline."

"But sadly, no plant has ever succeeded."

"As for me, I'm a special case. I grasped the true essence of the Phoenix's rebirth and combined it with my own natural ability to be reborn, which brought about my current state."

When it comes to rebirth, could any other plant compare to those that flourish even after "wildfires burn them down, only to sprout anew with the spring breeze?"

This power of rebirth is exactly what Tang San's Blue Silver Emperor needs.

Even though the Blue Silver Emperor's life force is already exceptionally strong, making it nearly impossible for anyone in the Douluo Continent to completely destroy it, precautions are still necessary.

For instance, what if the moon collided with the Earth?

In the future, Douluo will inevitably explore the stars, and the Blue Silver Emperor is far from its ultimate form. Gaining this ability of rebirth will undoubtedly allow it to evolve continuously, making its growth limitless!

"Haha, that's great to hear! Otherwise, I might've had to pay to buy your body," Tang San joked.

To his surprise, Feng Wutong pouted and said, "So, great ruler of the plant world, if my ability wasn't rebirth, would you not want me anymore?"

"Ahem." Tang San awkwardly cleared his throat and quickly reassured her, "No, it's not like that. I just wouldn't make you my spirit ring… But don't worry, even in that case, I'd transplant you to the most suitable place for your growth."

With a giggle, Feng Wutong suddenly wrapped herself around Tang San's neck, laughing, "You're so honest! I was only joking, hehe!"

Tang San realized that Feng Wutong was far from the innocent plant soul beast she appeared to be. After all, she had grown up in a human city. Despite her intelligence maturing for only about five years, with her mental strength, understanding everything about Phoenix City would've been a piece of cake for her.

Afterward, Tang San left Phoenix City and sought out a secluded forest, where he prepared to merge with Feng Wutong.

Unlike his previous merges with other plant soul beasts, Feng Wutong moved closer and closer to Tang San, almost to the point of kissing him. Then—

Tang San stopped her.

"What are you doing?"

"Sacrifice requires preparation."

"Does the sacrifice need a kiss?" Tang San asked suspiciously. In the past, other plant soul beasts didn't need to do this when sacrificing themselves to him, so why was Feng Wutong making "preparations" now?

"The other plant soul beasts didn't need it, but I'm different."

Feng Wutong's cute, round face took on a deadly serious expression. "I'm currently in a half-rebirth state, a culmination of all my cultivation without my own physical body. That's why I need to acquire your breath first, determine your precise state, and set a clear target for the sacrifice."

"This is a Feng Wutong forest. Without acquiring your breath in advance, I might accidentally sacrifice myself into one of the other Feng Wutong trees. If that happens, you'll have to wait a while."

Seeing her serious expression, Tang San couldn't help but feel she was making this up. After all, Phoenix City celebrated the "Phoenix Seeks Its Mate" festival, and he had a strong suspicion that this little trickster just wanted to experience what kissing felt like.

"Alright, I agree, but wouldn't a kiss on the cheek suffice?" Tang San suggested, thinking that if she became his spirit ring, he could treat her as a daughter-like figure, similar to Wu Lin, Wu Tong, or Ling Yun.

Ah Lan: Am I not worthy?

"No, it has to be mouth to mouth," Feng Wutong insisted seriously. "And not just that, it has to be a deep kiss. Only then can our breaths fully exchange perfectly. In fact, we need an even deeper connection to allow our souls to fuse together..."

Hearing this increasingly absurd explanation, Tang San felt his scalp tingle. It seemed Feng Wutong, having grown up in Phoenix City, was quite... "mature."

"How about I relocate you instead? I could find another—"

"Wait, no, a cheek kiss works too!" Feng Wutong quickly cut in as Tang San stood up, clutching his leg while drooling slightly. "I was just joking earlier to ease the tension. I didn't want you to feel too nervous during the fusion process and accidentally mess things up with a startle."

Her "driving" skills had truly reached a masterful level!

A speechless Tang San finally accepted Feng Wutong's cheek kiss. Afterward, she seamlessly merged into his Blue Silver Emperor, and in an instant, a vast energy surged through his entire body.

As the eighth spirit ring, adorned with crimson-gold and spiral patterns, appeared, Tang San felt an unusual energy coursing through every cell in his body.

The first sensation was heat.

But it wasn't the kind of heat that comes from fire. It was the heat of life itself, brimming with vitality. At its peak, the energy would suddenly subside and return to its origin, only to erupt once more with even greater force, bringing forth renewed life.

The cycle of rise and fall, of decline and resurgence.

Tang San realized that each cell in his body was undergoing this process of rebirth, repeating it nine times before it finally ceased.

The last moment of rebirth was indescribable.

It felt like sprinting in a 100-meter dash, using every ounce of energy at the very end to cross the finish line. Then, all at once—

A wave of calm washed over him. His entire being relaxed, and his mind filled with a profound sense of joy and peace. It was as though he had just experienced the most wondrous moment of his life.

It felt like fulfilling some deep-seated instinctive mission of life itself, a sense of accomplishment born from the very depths of his genes—unparalleled and incomparable.

When Tang San opened his eyes again, the "rebirth process" had ended. Feng Wutong's sacrifice was complete. If he wanted to experience that feeling again, he would need to use his eighth spirit ability.

Though Feng Wutong's million-year-level spirit ring didn't outwardly change Tang San's appearance, he knew that when the Blue Silver Emperor reached its limit, it could undergo a transformation. Even if subjected to a curse or other inescapable attacks, a single rebirth would be enough to undo it.

After all, what did the damage to the pre-rebirth Blue Silver Emperor have to do with its post-rebirth form?

In simple terms, it was like gaining a passive ability to "reset" his state.

(End of Chapter)