Miracle Descends

Douluo Continent, Martial Soul City.

The Papal Palace and the Worship Hall stood side-by-side, like two colossal gods overlooking the mortal realm.

This was the pinnacle of power, and the sacred land of Soul Masters.

Today, this solemn sky was forcibly torn apart.

Without any warning.

Golden light, ten thousand feet long, descended from the void. It wasn't the scorching heat of the sun, but a gentle warmth that seeped into the bone, as if the very soul was being immersed in the purest life source fluid.

Deep within the Worship Hall.

The Great Enshrined Elder, Qian Daoliu, who had been meditating for decades, suddenly trembled.

The eyes that had seen through the vicissitudes of the world were now filled with pure astonishment.

The bottleneck of level ninety-nine Peerless Douluo that had troubled him for years had shattered.

There was no earth-shattering roar, no heart-wrenching struggle.

It was like ice and snow melting into boiling water, natural and effortless.

The chasm separating "man" and "god" was forcibly bridged by an overbearing and unreasonable aura of auspiciousness.

The Demigod Realm!

Qian Daoliu didn't even have time to feel the surging, sea-like new Soul Power within him before his body transformed into a streak of light, smashing through the hall's roof and soaring straight into the clouds.

He had to know where this boon came from!

At the center of the golden light.

Qian Mo was in a state of extreme confusion.

The previous second, he was happily lazing around in an air-conditioned room.

The next second, he had become a naked infant, hovering thousands of meters in the sky.

"The script is wrong."

Qian Mo looked at his own tender, white, lotus-root-like little hands, his mind screaming in protest.

"Don't all traversals happen after getting hit by a truck? I just took a nap!"

Before he could process his thoughts, a cheerful electronic voice sounded in his mind.

[Ding! Detected host's successful arrival in the Douluo Plane!]

[Loading "Peerless Auspiciousness" template... Loading complete!]

[Current Identity: Humanoid Mobile Cheat.]

[Passive 1: Breathing Strengthens. Even if you lie still, your Soul Power will automatically increase, unstoppable.]

[Passive 2: Everyone Deifies. Every move you make will be seen as profound and miraculous by others.]

[Passive 3: Absolute Luck. Those who are good to you will find Soul Bones when they go out; those who are bad to you will choke on water.]

Qian Mo frowned as he listened to the string of notifications.

This cheat was too powerful; it was going to be hard to make friends.

He just wanted to be a pampered second-generation heir living a life of ease. This setup clearly meant he was going to be worshipped like an ancestor.

At this moment, a golden figure broke through the clouds.

Qian Daoliu had six wings on his back, his golden armor radiant.

When this Peerless expert's gaze fell upon the infant within the ball of light, his entire body froze in mid-air.

A tremor of blood connection.

An aura of extreme, pure holiness.

And that terrifying power of auspiciousness, which could automatically heal hidden injuries just by looking at it.

Qian Daoliu tremblingly extended his hands.

"This is... the Angel God's gift?"

"No, this aura is even more noble than the Angel God statue!"

He carefully embraced the infant, his movements as gentle as if he were holding the entire world.

"Heaven bless the Qian Family!"

"Heaven bless Martial Soul Hall!"

The old man's roar, mixed with his powerful Soul Power, instantly swept across Martial Soul City.

At this moment, a miracle occurred.

As Qian Mo was held, the golden light transformed into countless specks, scattering throughout the city.

A knight on patrol, whose bottleneck at level thirty had lasted for three years, was broken.

A fat chef wielding a cleaver in the kitchen suddenly heard a ringing sound from his ordinary iron cleaver. It had awakened a tool spirit on its own, transforming the ordinary iron into refined steel.

Even the big yellow dog guarding the entrance of the Worship Hall rolled on the spot, its shaggy fur completely shed, replaced by a coat of golden, silky long hair, its eyes filled with wisdom.

When one person achieves enlightenment, even their pets ascend.

The ancients truly did not deceive me.

Qian Daoliu looked at the infant in his arms, who was blowing bubbles at him, tears streaming down his face.

"From today onwards, you will be my grandson, Qian Daoliu."

"Your name shall be Qian Mo."

"Like ink dyeing the vast sky, yet nurturing myriad divine colors."

Qian Mo rolled his eyes and blew out a crystal-clear bubble of saliva.

Old man, your naming is a bit of a forced explanation.

"Yiya..."

Qian Daoliu, however, acted as if he had obtained a priceless treasure, staring at the saliva bubble and laughing, "Good! Good! This child likes this name! He's responding to me!"

Qian Mo: "..."

This old man is beyond saving.

Spring turned to autumn, and six years passed.

In these six years, Qian Mo fully understood what it meant to be "painful yet joyful."

The joy came from his exceptionally high status.

Qian Daoliu cherished him so much he was afraid he would melt if he held him, and afraid he would fall if he carried him.

Even the usually cold Pope Bibi Dong's icy gaze would inexplicably melt whenever she saw him, and she would even proactively peel nuts for him made from the meat of top-tier Soul Beasts.

It was said that simply by being close to Qian Mo, the Rakshasa Evil Thought within her would be suppressed, leaving her feeling refreshed and invigorated.

The pain stemmed from his damned auspicious constitution, which made it impossible for him to keep a low profile.

He would take a nap in the garden, and an elder Soul Douluo passing by would glance at his sleeping posture and, upon their very eyes, achieve enlightenment and break through to Titled Douluo.

He once casually tossed a stone out of boredom, and it struck the entrance to an ancient ruin.

Such days were monotonous and dull.

Today.

It was Martial Soul Hall's Awakening Day.

The plaza in front of the Worship Hall was crowded, a sea of people.

All eyes were focused on the high platform.

There stood a boy, carved from jade and pink, like a delicate sculpture.

Qian Mo, dressed in a specially made white and gold robe, yawned, appearing lazily half-asleep.

"Little Mo, go ahead."

Qian Daoliu stood beside him, the wrinkles on his face from smiling deep enough to trap flies, "Even if I have to risk this old life, I will protect you while you undergo this."

Qian Mo nodded helplessly.

It's just a formality, why are you so nervous?

The cardinal in charge of the awakening trembled, holding the Awakening Stone, his voice wavering, "Young... Young Master, please."

Qian Mo extended his right hand.

Without the slightest hesitation.

The six Awakening Stones instantly exploded into powder.

Immediately after, a magnificent pillar of light shot up into the sky, piercing through the clouds.

Heaven and earth changed color.

In the void, grand angelic hymns could faintly be heard.

This was no ordinary angelic phantom.

Behind the light projection, wings layered upon layer, flowed with a dreamlike, glazed luster.

Two wings... four wings... six wings...

The light continued to surge!

Eight wings! Ten wings!

Until the twelfth wing slowly unfurled, the light of the entire Martial Soul City seemed to be swallowed by this phantom, leaving only supreme holiness.

Martial Soul: Twelve-Winged Auspicious Angel!

The entire venue fell silent.

One could hear a pin drop.

Everyone remained in their posture of looking up, mouths agape, but unable to utter a sound.

This was beyond their comprehension.

Six wings signified God-tier.

Twelve wings?

Was that the existence of a Creator God?

"A miracle... this is a true miracle!"

Someone shouted, and then, tens of thousands of Soul Masters in the plaza all knelt down in unison, their gazes fervent like believers facing their true god.

Qian Daoliu gripped the railing tightly, his knuckles turning white, his entire body trembling with excitement.

"Surpassed our ancestors..."

"This is the Angel God's ascension! It's dominion!"

The red-robed bishop was already close to fainting. He shakily took out a specially made crystal ball.

"Young Master... test... test the Soul Power."

Qian Mo looked at the crystal ball, hesitating.

"Is this thing sturdy?"

"Rest assured, Young Master! This was specially approved by His Holiness the Pope, and it's sufficient to withstand up to level thirty..."

Before he could finish.

Qian Mo's finger had just touched the crystal's surface.

Crack.

The crisp shattering sound was exceptionally jarring in the silent plaza.

The crystal ball, touted as indestructible, turned into sparkling dust that scattered in the wind.

Qian Mo innocently withdrew his hand and shrugged, "I told you this thing's quality was bad. The procurement department must have taken kickbacks."

The red-robed bishop's eyes rolled back, and he fainted blissfully.

Qian Daoliu instantly appeared on the high platform and grabbed Qian Mo's wrist.

In just an instant.

The Peerless Douluo gasped, his voice hoarse to the extreme:

"Innate Soul Power... level twenty!"

"No! This Soul Power is still overflowing... if not for physical limitations, it would probably be more than level twenty!"

These words were like bombshells, shattering everyone's reason.

A God-tier Martial Soul.

Innate level twenty.

This wasn't just a genius?

This was clearly a god descending to experience life!

In a corner of the crowd.

A middle-aged man with a stiff face and a scruffy beard dropped his notebook with a "snap."

Yu Xiaogang's eyes were vacant, his lips trembling, as if his beliefs had collapsed.

"Impossible... this is impossible..."

"There are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters... my theory..."

"Innate level twenty? This doesn't align with the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul! This is fake! It must be fake!"

He frantically tore at his hair, his eyes filled with jealousy and despair.

In front of this child favored by the gods, the theories he had studied his entire life seemed like a ridiculous joke.

On the high platform.

Qian Daoliu raised Qian Mo's hand high, proclaiming to the entire world:

"Issue my decree!"

"Establish Qian Mo as the Holy Son of the Martial Soul Hall! His status is equivalent to the Pope!"

"Effective immediately, all branch halls across the continent will celebrate for three days! All registered Soul Masters will receive an additional three months' allowance!"

Cheers erupted like a tsunami.

"Long live the Holy Son!"

"Long live the Martial Soul Hall!"

Qian Mo, at the center of the storm, sighed helplessly.

"Grandpa, that's enough, I want to go back to sleep."

Just then, that long-lost cheerful voice sounded again.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for awakening your Martial Soul, putting on a grand show, and causing planar vibrations.]

[Reward issued: Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast auto-navigation activated.]

[The first Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast is on its way, please be ready to receive it.]

Qian Mo's lips twitched.

"On its way? You call this cultivation?"

"Can't I experience the hardship of striving?"

[No.]

[Protagonists of satisfying novels don't need to strive; they only need to win by lying down.]

Qian Mo looked at the surging clouds on the horizon and silently gave a middle finger in his heart.

This damn, boring, invincible life.

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