The instant the system prompt echoed in his mind, an uncontrollable look of joy surfaced on Tang San's face.
What he looked forward to the most was using this simulation to verify with his own eyes exactly how his destiny had changed now that he had taken Fu Shiyan as his master six years ahead of schedule and completely severed ties with Yu Xiaogang!
The familiar sensation of shifting time and space arrived as expected. When he "opened his eyes" again, the scene before him caused him to freeze instantly.
It was no longer Holy Spirit Village, nor was it Notting City, but a primitive forest with towering ancient trees and a deep, damp atmosphere--the Star Dou Great Forest!
Moreover, he seemed to be in the middle of a fierce battle.
"The time jump... is this large?" the observing Tang San thought, filled with shock and suspicion.
He quickly sensed the state of "himself" at this moment. This perception made him almost dare not recognize who he was!
His body surged with torrential power, and his spirit power level had impressively reached the Spirit Emperor level!
He looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, with handsome, sharp features. Most striking of all was his hair, completely azure blue, fluttering slightly under the agitation of his spirit power.
Was this really the future him? The change was too drastic!
His opponents in this battle were two powerful spirit masters with flashing spirit rings. Judging by their spirit power fluctuations, they were at least of the Spirit Douluo level!
Yet the future "Tang San" was fighting one against two, and he showed no obvious signs of defeat.
His attention was immediately drawn to "his own" martial soul.
It was still Blue Silver Grass, but it was completely different now!
The silver veins from before had transformed entirely into more intricate, brilliant golden veins. Like veins of flowing gold, they exuded an incredibly vast aura of life and an indescribable sense of majesty.
Its toughness and binding power far exceeded his current martial soul. Every single Blue Silver Emperor vine seemed to possess its own life and will.
"My martial soul... evolved? Blue Silver Emperor?"
The observing Tang San shook violently with shock. As expected, without that mediocre teacher Yu Xiaogang, his martial soul had successfully evolved!
Just as he was immersed in the shock of his own changes, a terrifying wave of energy that caused heaven and earth to change color erupted from deep within the forest in the distance, instantly drawing his full attention.
His gaze shifted involuntarily toward that direction.
He saw towering ancient trees in that area crashing down in vast swathes, the earth fracturing, and violent spirit power dyeing the sky into a chaotic blur.
The figures of the combatants came into view, causing the observing Tang San's heart to nearly stop beating!
When he saw Tang Hao wielding the Clear Sky Hammer, the observing Tang San felt a boiling torrent rush straight into his eyes. His heart was instantly seized by an indescribable excitement and wild joy!
"Father... Father is still alive! He is still fighting!"
This realization was like a clap of thunder, exploding in his mind and dispelling all his previous tension and anxiety.
In the tragic ending of the second simulation, the scene of his father Tang Hao's death had become his deepest nightmare.
But at this moment, seeing his father alive, at full combat power, and fighting side by side with his master was undoubtedly the most powerful proof--the future had truly changed!
"It's because of me! It's because I took Master as my teacher ahead of schedule and completely rid myself of that bane, Yu Xiaogang!
Is it because of Master's guidance that I walked the correct path, didn't defile the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline with the wrong spirit rings, and didn't expose the secret of my twin martial souls to draw an even greater crisis?"
A string of thoughts flashed rapidly through Tang San's mind, ultimately converging into a sense of clarity and invigoration.
He completely understood how this simulator operated.
It did not display a fixed, predestined future. Instead, it deduced the most likely trajectory based on his actual choices, encounters, and interpersonal relationships in the present!
He had taken Fu Shiyan as his master six years early, severing his ill-fated connection with Yu Xiaogang, so the future in the simulation naturally branched out from this new timeline.
That his father could survive and participate in such a massive battle was precisely one of the ripple effects brought about by his change!
This realization made him feel even more excited and empowered than seeing himself become a Spirit Emperor or witnessing his martial soul's evolution.
This meant that destiny was not unchangeable; every single choice was of vital importance!
Amidst his excitement, his gaze swept across the entire battlefield with greater sharpness.
While his father being alive was wonderful news, the current situation was still grim enough to be suffocating.
On one side stood seven formidable experts with sky-blotting auras!
The leader was none other than Supreme Pontiff Bibi Dong, whom he had caught a glimpse of in the second simulation, as well as the level ninety-eight Golden Crocodile Douluo, who had once forced Master Fu Shiyan to require his father's assistance to escape!
Though he didn't recognize the other five, each of them had glowing spirit rings and a majestic aura. Every single one of them was a Titled Douluo!
Confronting these seven peerless experts were only three people.
On the far left was his father, Tang Hao!
His wild hair flew about, his black robe snapped in the wind, and the massive Clear Sky Hammer in his hand was wrapped in a dark red aura of slaughter. The nine spirit rings beneath his feet shone blindingly: Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Purple, Black, Black, Black, Black, Red!
On the far right was an unfamiliar middle-aged man.
He had a resolute face and a posture as straight as a pine tree. In his hand, he held a war halberd that was pitch-black all over, though its blade gleamed with a dark golden light, exuding a violent battle intent and sharp aura that was not the least bit inferior to Tang Hao's.
His spirit ring configuration was equally astonishing: Yellow, Purple, Purple, Purple, Black, Black, Black, Black, Red! He actually possessed a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring as well!
And the person standing in the center was his master--Fu Shiyan!
However, his master's spirit ring configuration once again overturned the observing Tang San's understanding!
It was no longer the Yellow, Purple, Purple, Black, Black, Black, Red, Red, Red from his memory of the simulation, nor was it the Yellow, Purple, Purple, Black, Black, Black he had seen in reality. Instead, it was Black, Black, Black, Black, Black, Red, Red, Red, Red!
Five Black and four Red!
A total of four hundred-thousand-year spirit rings!
The deep black intertwined with the piercing, glaring crimson, exuding a vast pressure that made the soul tremble!
At this moment, Fu Shiyan's silver hair moved without any wind, his dark robes fluttered, and he stepped on the void. Yet, a profound mark had appeared right between his brows!
Father, the mysterious expert, Master----the three of them stood back-to-back. Facing seven peak Douluos (including two peak level ninety-eight experts), they showed not a shred of fear, their battle intent piercing the sky!
"Father... Master... they..."
The observing Tang San's heart surged with emotions, shocked beyond belief.
How could his future master be powerful to such an unimaginable degree?
And who was that mysterious expert wielding the halberd?
Just as his mind was completely captivated by this battle of the century, a crisp, anxious, yet incredibly familiar call abruptly pulled him back to the battle right in front of him: "Third Brother! Watch out on your left!"
The Tang San inside the simulation subconsciously controlled several dark-gold Blue Silver Emperor vines to sweep toward the incoming attack on the left like raging dragons, while his peripheral vision glanced toward the source of the voice.
Not far away, a figure was rapidly closing in on him.
It was an extremely beautiful young girl, looking to be about seventeen or eighteen years old. Her skin was as white as snow, and her eyes were bright and lively. Most peculiar of all, a pair of fluffy, pink-and-white rabbit ears stood upright on her head, twitching gently with her movements, adding a touch of playfulness and cuteness to her.
Her countenance vaguely showed traces of Xiao Wu's childhood appearance, yet she had already grown into a breathtaking, nation-toppling beauty.
"Xiao Wu?!"