Reborn in Douluo, Young Sect Master of Myriad Manifestations

In the deepest reaches of the Star Dou Great Forest lay a valley shrouded by a natural illusion formation. Clouds and mist lingered there all year round, exotic flowers and rare herbs bloomed everywhere, and Heaven and Earth Primal Energy, so dense it was nearly liquid, flowed slowly through the air. Every breath carried a refreshing, invigorating energy. This was the secluded site of the reclusive sect known as the Myriad Manifestations Sect.

Early one morning, inside an elegant yet ancient pavilion nestled against the mountains and beside the water, a black-haired boy of about six slowly opened his eyes. His pupils were black as ink, yet they held none of a child's innocence or bewilderment. Instead, they contained a wisdom and calmness utterly at odds with his age, as though he had lived through endless years.

"I've already been in this world for six years." Qin Mo murmured softly. His tone was calm and unruffled, though a faint trace of emotion showed when his fingers unconsciously brushed across the brocade quilt.

He was not originally from this world. In his previous life, he had been an athlete on Earth obsessed with pushing his limits. During an almost insane wingsuit flight from a great height, he encountered sudden turbulent air currents. Amid violent loss of control and a fatal plunge, his consciousness had completely faded away. When he woke again, he had become the Young Sect Master of the Myriad Manifestations Sect, a newborn infant.

Six years had been enough for him to move from initial shock and confusion to gradually accepting reality, and to gain a deep understanding of this strange world known as the Douluo Continent. This was a world centered around Martial Souls, where Soul Masters reigned supreme. At the age of six, everyone awakened their own Martial Soul. It might be strong or weak, a weapon, a beast, or an element, and it would determine the course of their entire lives.

He had also learned about his current identity. Qin Mo was the only grandson of Qin Yuan, the current Sect Master of the Myriad Manifestations Sect, while his father, Qin Hao, was one of the sect's pillars. The sect's strength was unfathomable. His grandfather, Qin Yuan, was a Level Ninety-Nine pinnacle existence—a Limit Douluo. His father, Qin Hao, was also a Level Ninety-Six Super Douluo. The sect possessed a long heritage and profound foundations, yet it strictly upheld exceptionally harsh ancestral rules. Generation after generation, it had remained hidden from the world, rarely known to outsiders, as though it stood apart from the strife of the Douluo Continent.

Today was his sixth birthday, and also the crucial day that would determine the direction of his life—his Martial Soul Awakening Day.

"Young Sect Master, the time is nearly here. The Sect Master and Old Master are waiting in Myriad Manifestations Hall and have ordered you to go at once." From beyond the door came a young girl's crisp, icy voice, respectful yet cold, like ice beads striking a jade plate.

"Understood, Bing'er." Qin Mo gathered his thoughts and replied. Though his voice still carried a child's immaturity, it already possessed a measure of steadiness. He rose briskly, washed his face with the warm water the servants had prepared, and changed into a finely tailored black martial outfit embroidered with dark silver cloud patterns. Despite his young age, he already displayed a hint of extraordinary bearing.

When he pushed open the carved wooden doors, two girls about his age, both exquisitely beautiful like porcelain dolls, were waiting respectfully on either side. One wore an ice-blue dress, her demeanor cool as a plum blossom in a snowy field. The other wore a fiery red silk gown, her eyes lively and eager like dancing flames.

They were the attendant companions the Qin Clan had selected for him from childhood, named Bing'er and Yan'er. Though they were nominally maids, the three had grown up together and shared a deep bond, more like siblings. Three days earlier, they had taken the lead in awakening their Martial Souls, and the results had shocked the entire Myriad Manifestations Sect—they both possessed Innate Full Soul Power Level Ten! Their Martial Souls were even rarer Ultimate attributes, seen perhaps once in ten thousand years: Ultimate Ice: Ice Phoenix and Ultimate Fire: Fire Phoenix! Their talent was enough to be called peerless.

Bing'er stepped forward thoughtfully and silently smoothed a nearly nonexistent wrinkle from Qin Mo's collar. Yan'er blinked her large, expressive eyes, then asked in a lowered voice, both excited and nervous, "Young Sect Master, what kind of Martial Soul do you think you'll awaken later? It'll definitely be even stronger than mine and Bing'er's!"

Qin Mo merely smiled faintly without answering, though a trace of anticipation and curiosity passed through his deep eyes as well. He knew full well how important Martial Souls were in this world. They would be the foundation upon which he established himself here and climbed to the pinnacle. At the same time, the adventurous soul from his previous life yearned to uncover the mysterious veil surrounding his own fate.

Myriad Manifestations Hall stood at the heart of the valley. It was the grandest and most solemn structure in the entire Myriad Manifestations Sect. The hall rose dozens of meters high and was built entirely from an unknown black stone. Ancient and weathered, it radiated a chilling majesty.

At that moment, the atmosphere inside the great hall was solemn and grave. Light streamed through the high windows, casting mottled pillars of light across the mirror-smooth floor.

Two men stood in the center of the hall. The first had white hair and beard, yet his complexion was as rosy as an infant's. Whenever his eyes opened and closed, it seemed as though suns, moons, and stars revolved through birth and destruction within them. Merely standing there, he exuded an invisible, abyssal pressure vast beyond measure, inspiring awe in all who faced him. He was Qin Yuan, the current Sect Master of the Myriad Manifestations Sect and a Level Ninety-Nine Limit Douluo.

Beside him stood a middle-aged man whose features somewhat resembled Qin Mo's. His temperament was more refined and scholarly, yet the Soul Power fluctuations faintly emanating from him were as deep and unfathomable as an abyss. He was Qin Mo's father, the Level Ninety-Six Super Douluo—Qin Hao.

Only a handful of elders with powerful auras stood solemnly along the two sides of the hall. They were the pillar elders of the Myriad Manifestations Sect. The sect had always had few members, and every core member's Martial Soul awakening was a matter of utmost importance. Thus, all of them had come, their gazes fixed on the small figure slowly entering from outside the hall.

"Mo'er, come here." Qin Yuan's voice rang out, gentle yet carrying unquestionable authority as it echoed through the hall.

Following his words, Qin Mo walked steadily into the center of the great hall and stepped into the incomparably complex awakening formation that had long been prepared there. Its patterns were drawn with some kind of silver liquid, glimmering faintly in the somewhat dim hall.

Qin Hao stepped forward. His expression was solemn, while his eyes held encouragement and expectation. "Mo'er, relax your mind and cast aside all distracting thoughts. Feel carefully, and guide the power of your bloodline from the deepest part of your body. Remember, no matter what kind of Martial Soul you awaken, it is the bloodline of my Qin Clan and the inheritance of the Myriad Manifestations Sect. Do not become obsessed with whether it is strong or weak."

"Yes, Father." Qin Mo nodded, took a deep breath, and slowly closed his eyes, calming his mind.

Qin Hao gave a low shout. His Soul Power surged around him as his hands moved rapidly like butterflies flitting among flowers, sending concentrated rays of Soul Power precisely into every node of the formation.

Buzz—!

In an instant, the entire awakening formation erupted with dazzling white radiance, completely swallowing Qin Mo's small figure. Countless mysterious runes rose from the formation and spun rapidly around him.

A warm, immense current suddenly rushed into Qin Mo's body. He felt as though his blood had completely begun to boil at that moment. Some long-slumbering power within his meridians, originating from an ancient bloodline, was being frantically awakened and stimulated!