Martial Soul Made Real? Qian Renxue Possesses the Power of Space?

The illusory six wings that had floated outside Qian Renxue's body gradually merged into her.

"Ah!"

Qian Renxue cried out in pain, her body trembling uncontrollably.

In the blink of an eye, the phantom of the Six-Winged Angel that had existed as her Martial Soul vanished completely into thin air!

In its place, a pair of genuine, solid golden wings forced their way out of her back and spread open.

Qian Renxue was scared utterly witless.

She sensed that her Martial Soul was completely gone, and her Soul Rings had vanished without a trace as well.

"My Martial Soul... is gone?!"

Qian Renxue sat dazed on the cushion, her eyes turning red in an instant, her mind a complete blank.

On Douluo Continent, a person without a Martial Soul was a cripple, worth less than even the lowliest farmer!

Her god-level Martial Soul, the source of her pride, had vanished for no reason on the very first day after she took a master?!

Douluo Continent, the Worship Hall in Spirit City.

"Crack!"

The Ten-Thousand-Year Black Jade Brick beneath Qian Daoliu's foot shattered into powder. The face of this pinnacle powerhouse, one of the three Peerless Douluo of the present age, darkened in an instant.

"Where is Xue'er's Martial Soul?! Where is her Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul?!"

Like a man possessed, Qian Daoliu threw back his head and roared at the Heavenly Screen. His level ninety-nine Soul Power surged violently through his body, shaking the entire Spirit Hall!

"That was the supreme divine blood bestowed upon my Qian Family by the Angel God of the First Generation! How could it vanish for no reason?! Why did it turn into two lumps of flesh growing from her back?! What on earth is going on?!"

The other Worships were also frightened pale, descending into chaos.

Just then, the Second Worship, Golden Crocodile Douluo, who stood beside Qian Daoliu, suddenly stirred and reached out to grab the furious man.

"Big brother! Calm down! Quick, calm yourself!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo took a deep breath and continued.

"Big brother, don't panic! In my view, this is no disaster. It may be a great stroke of fortune brought about by the different rules of the two worlds!"

Qian Daoliu abruptly turned, fixing bloodshot eyes on Golden Crocodile Douluo.

"Different rules? Second brother, don't talk nonsense just to comfort me!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo puffed out his chest, a proud look appearing on his aged face.

"Big brother, have you forgotten the Ancient Library Pavilion on the top floor of the Worship Hall?"

"You all spend your days cultivating Soul Power in seclusion. None of you are willing to look through those dusty journals left by our ancestors!"

"But in my spare time, I've read every ancient text in there several times over!"

Demon Subduing Douluo and Azure Luan Douluo exchanged looks and couldn't help but interject.

"Second brother, aren't you always either napping or basking in the sun? When did you ever go to the Library Pavilion to read?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo glared at him and snorted proudly.

"What do you know? Books hold houses of gold! The Worship Hall's Library has a vast sea of books, including secret notes left behind by the Angel God of the First Generation before her ascension!"

"They clearly mention that the Divine Realm has different rules of heaven and earth!"

As he spoke, Golden Crocodile Douluo pointed at the Heavenly Screen.

"Here on Douluo Continent, the rules are incomplete. All living beings must rely on Martial Souls and Soul Rings to wield extraordinary power."

"But how vast is the world where that god Bai Yi resides? Its rules are utterly complete. How could they tolerate an illusory, false method of cultivation that relies on an external thing like a Martial Soul?"

"The young master's Six-Winged Angel phantom must have broken apart because the rules of that world forcibly fused her Martial Soul into her body, turning the illusory into reality!"

Hearing this, Qian Daoliu froze on the spot.

The notes left behind by the Angel God of the First Generation...

What they said about worlds...

A long-buried ancient memory surged back into Qian Daoliu's mind. He stared at the radiant golden wings on Qian Renxue's back on the Heavenly Screen, the terror in his heart gradually giving way to incomparable astonishment.

Casting aside the false to preserve the true!

So that's it... that's how it is!

Qian Daoliu let out a long breath. His heart, which had risen into his throat, dropped heavily back into place, and wild delight bloomed once more on his aged face.

Inside the Worship Hall, they were relieved.

But the other factions on Douluo Continent, unaware of the truth, erupted into a frenzy of celebration at that moment!

In the imperial palace of the Heaven Dou Empire, Xue Ye slapped the table and laughed, tears streaming from his eyes.

"Hahaha! This is killing me! Qian Renxue's Martial Soul is gone! That arrogant young master of Spirit Hall has turned into a crippled freak without even a Martial Soul!"

At the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Bone Douluo Gu Rong also clicked his tongue in wonder.

"No Martial Soul, all her Soul Power gone, and two wings growing out of her back for no reason. How is she any different from a mutated monster? Spirit Hall tried to steal a chicken only to lose the rice used to lure it!"

At Shrek Academy.

Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang watched Qian Renxue's Martial Soul disappear. The jealousy in his heart gradually faded and turned to relief.

Good thing I wasn't chosen by the Heavenly Screen. Otherwise, even my Martial Soul would have shattered, and I would have been completely ruined.

There are no trash Martial Souls, only trash Soul Masters.

If I didn't even have a Martial Soul, I could only become trash!

How could that be allowed?!

Now,

The major sects and the anti-Spirit Hall factions of the two great empires all celebrated.

Without a Martial Soul, what could Qian Renxue use to attach Soul Rings?

Without Soul Skills, what could she use to cultivate?

What could she use to become a god?!

The Angel Bloodline the Qian Family was so proud of had been completely severed. What could Spirit Hall use to fight them now?!

At this moment,

Qian Renxue, within the Heavenly Screen, had no idea that the transformation of her Martial Soul had stirred up towering waves across Douluo Continent.

She felt the golden wings on her back, heavy yet connected to her by blood and heart.

Deep within her bloodline, a strange, unprecedented power seemed to be stirring.

An inexplicable impulse rose in Qian Renxue's heart. She tried to draw on the vital essence within her, and the golden wings on her back gently beat downward.

Whoosh!

Not the slightest gust stirred in the air, but the space inside the room suddenly rippled with a transparent ring visible to the naked eye!

In an instant, Qian Renxue felt the light and shadows before her eyes fall into disarray.

Swish!

In the blink of an eye, Qian Renxue vanished from where she stood!

The next moment,

Inside the Patriarch's Quiet Chamber at the very heart of Mount Fangcun, hazy purple Qi swirled and the Dao rhythm of Primordial Chaos filled the air.

Bai Yi was reclining on the Ninth-Rank White Jade Cloud Bed, an Immortal Plum glowing purple all over held in his hand. He was just about to take a leisurely bite and enjoy this rare moment of peace.

Suddenly, the space before him rippled like water.

A small figure tumbled out of the void and landed squarely on the carpet before the Cloud Bed with a plop.

Qian Renxue blinked her large eyes, looking in bewilderment at Bai Yi on the Cloud Bed before her, still holding the Immortal fruit.

Th-this isn't Patriarch Bai Yi's bedchamber, is it?!

Just now, I was in my own West Wing Room, and all I did was gently flap my wings!

How did I get here in the blink of an eye?!

Qian Renxue stared wide-eyed at Bai Yi and spoke in her childish voice.

"Teacher... why are you here?"