Divine Miracle Descends

Douluo Continent, Spirit City.

The Papal Palace and the Worship Hall stood side by side, like two giant gods overlooking the mortal world.

This was the pinnacle of power and the holy land of Spirit Masters.

Today, the solemn sky above was forcibly torn apart.

Without warning.

A boundless golden radiance descended from the void. It did not carry the scorching heat of the blazing sun, but a warmth that seeped into one's bones, as though even one's soul had been immersed in the purest source of life.

Deep within the Worship Hall.

Qian Daoliu, who had sat in meditation for decades, suddenly trembled.

Those eyes that had seen through all the vicissitudes of the world now held nothing but pure blankness.

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

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

It was like ice and snow melting in boiling water—natural and inevitable.

The chasm separating "man" from "god" had been forcibly leveled by an overbearing, unreasonable stream of Auspicious Qi.

Demigod Realm!

Before Qian Daoliu could even feel the newly born Soul Power surging through him like an ocean, he had already transformed into a streak of light, smashed through the roof, and shot into the heavens.

He had to know where this blessing came from!

At the center of the golden light.

Qian Mo was in an utterly bewildered state.

One second ago, he had been happily lazing around in an air-conditioned room.

The next, he had become a naked baby floating ten thousand meters in the sky.

"The script is wrong."

Qian Mo looked at his fair and tender little arms, which resembled lotus roots, and cursed inwardly.

"Isn't transmigration supposed to involve a truck? I only took a nap!"

Before he could sort out his thoughts, a cheerful electronic voice rang out in his mind.

[Ding! Detected that the host has successfully arrived in the Douluo plane!]

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

[Current identity: Humanoid Mobile Cheat.]

[Passive One: Breathing Strengthens. Even if you lie still, your Soul Power will automatically rise. You can't stop it.]

[Passive Two: Everyone Deifies. Every move you make will seem profound and miraculous in the eyes of others.]

[Passive Three: Absolute Luck. Those who treat you well will find soul bones when they go outside; those who treat you badly will get food stuck between their teeth when drinking water.]

Qian Mo listened to the string of notifications, his little face scrunching into a ball.

This cheat was way too outrageous. It would make it hard to make friends.

I only wanted to be a useless rich kid who ate and waited to die. This setup clearly wants people to worship me like an ancestor.

At that moment, a golden figure burst through the clouds.

Six wings spread from Qian Daoliu's back, and his golden armor glittered brilliantly.

When the peerless expert's gaze landed on the infant within the sphere of light, he was Frozen Mid-air.

A tremor of bloodline connection.

An incomparably pure, sacred aura.

And that terrifying power of Auspicious Qi, capable of automatically healing the hidden injuries in his body with a single glance.

Qian Daoliu tremblingly extended his hands.

"Is this... a blessing from the Angel God?"

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

He carefully gathered the infant into his arms, his movements gentle as though he were holding the entire world.

"Heaven bless the Qian Family!"

"Heaven bless Spirit Hall!"

The old man's roar, infused with immense Soul Power, instantly swept across all of Spirit City.

At that moment, a miracle occurred.

As Qian Mo was held in his arms, the golden light filling the skies transformed into countless motes and scattered over the entire city.

A patrolling knight broke through the level thirty bottleneck that had trapped him for three years.

A fat chef waving a cleaver in the kitchen found that his ordinary iron blade had suddenly begun to hum. It actually awakened a weapon spirit on its own, transforming from common iron into refined steel.

Even the yellow watchdog at the entrance of the Worship Hall rolled over on the spot. Its patchy fur fell away, replaced by a coat of soft, golden hair, and its eyes filled with intelligence.

When one person attained the Dao, even chickens and dogs ascended to heaven.

The ancients had not deceived us.

Qian Daoliu looked at the baby blowing bubbles at him in his arms, tears streaming down his aged face.

"From today onward, you are my grandson, Qian Daoliu's grandson."

"Your name shall be Qian Mo."

"Like ink staining the firmament, yet nurturing countless divine colors."

Qian Mo rolled his eyes and blew out a glistening bubble of saliva.

Old man, that explanation for the name is a bit forced.

"Yah..."

Qian Daoliu, however, treated it like a priceless treasure and laughed as he stared at the saliva bubble. "Good! Good! This child likes the name! He is responding to me!"

Qian Mo: "..."

This old man was beyond saving.

Spring passed into autumn, and six years went by.

Over those six years, Qian Mo fully understood what it meant to suffer and enjoy himself at the same time.

The enjoyment came from his absurdly high status.

Qian Daoliu treated him as though he would melt in his mouth or break in his hand.

Even Bibi Dong, the Pope who always wore a cold expression, would inexplicably lose the frost in her eyes whenever she saw him. She would even peel nuts made from premium soul beast meat for him herself.

It was said that as long as she was near Qian Mo, the Rakshasa Evil Thought within her would be suppressed, leaving her feeling refreshed and clear-headed.

The painful part was that his damned Auspicious Physique made it impossible for him to keep a low profile.

When he took an afternoon nap in the garden, a Soul Douluo elder passing by took one look at his sleeping posture and suddenly attained enlightenment, breaking through to become a Titled Douluo.

When he idly tossed out a stone, it struck the entrance to an ancient ruin.

Such days were dull and tedious.

Today.

It was Spirit Hall's Awakening Day.

The square before the Worship Hall was packed with people, a vast sea of black heads.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the raised platform.

There stood a delicate little boy, as lovely as a carved doll.

Qian Mo wore a custom-made Platinum Robe and yawned, looking lazy and half-awake.

"Xiao Mo, go on."

Qian Daoliu stood to one side, the wrinkles in his smile deep enough to crush flies. "Even if I have to risk this old life, Grandpa will protect you during the awakening."

Qian Mo nodded helplessly.

It's just going through the motions. Is there really any need to be this nervous?

The red-robed bishop in charge of the awakening held the Awakening Stone with trembling hands, his voice shaking. "Y-Young Master, please."

Qian Mo extended his right hand.

There was not the slightest pause.

Six Awakening Stones instantly exploded into powder.

Immediately afterward, a majestic pillar of light shot into the sky and pierced straight through the clouds.

Heaven and earth changed color.

From the void came the faint chanting of a grand sacred hymn.

This was no ordinary angel phantom.

Behind the radiant figure, layers upon layers of wings flowed with dreamlike, glassy colors.

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

The light continued to surge!

Eight wings! Ten wings!

When the twelfth wing slowly unfolded, all light in Spirit City seemed to be swallowed by the phantom, leaving behind only supreme holiness.

Martial Soul: Twelve-Winged Auspicious Angel!

The entire audience fell deathly silent.

A needle falling could be heard.

Everyone maintained their upward-facing posture, mouths hanging open, yet not a sound emerged.

This had already surpassed the bounds of their understanding.

Six wings were already God-tier.

Twelve wings?

Could that be the existence of a Creator God?

"A divine miracle... This is a true divine miracle!"

No one knew who shouted first, but immediately afterward, tens of thousands of Spirit Masters in the square dropped to their knees in unison, their gazes fervent as believers meeting the true God.

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

"It has surpassed the ancestors..."

"This is above the Angel God! It is a ruler!"

The red-robed bishop was nearly fainting. Trembling, he took out a specially made crystal ball.

"Young Master... t-test your Soul Power."

Qian Mo looked at the crystal ball with some hesitation.

"Is this thing sturdy?"

"Rest assured, Young Master! This was specially approved by His Holiness the Pope. It can withstand anything below level thirty—"

Before he could finish speaking.

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

Crack.

The crisp sound of shattering was especially piercing in the silent square.

The crystal ball, said to be indestructible, directly turned into glittering dust that drifted away on the wind.

Qian Mo innocently withdrew his hand and shrugged. "I told you this thing was poorly made. The procurement department must be taking kickbacks."

The red-robed bishop rolled his eyes and fainted blissfully.

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

In that single instant.

The Peerless Douluo sucked in a cold breath, his voice hoarse beyond measure.

"Innate Soul Power... level twenty!"

"No! This Soul Power is still overflowing... If not for the limits of his body, it would likely be even higher than level twenty!"

Those words were like a massive bomb, blasting everyone's reason to pieces.

God-tier Martial Soul.

Innate level twenty.

How was this a genius?

This was clearly a god descending to the mortal world to experience life!

In a corner of the crowd.

A scruffy middle-aged man with a stiff expression dropped his notebook to the ground with a slap.

Yu Xiaogang's eyes were vacant, and his lips trembled as though his faith had collapsed.

"Impossible... This is impossible..."

"There are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Spirit Masters... My theory..."

"Innate level twenty? This does not conform to the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul! It is fake! It must be fake!"

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

Before this child favored by the gods, the theories he had spent his life researching were nothing more than a laughable joke.

On the raised platform.

Qian Daoliu raised Qian Mo's hand high and proclaimed to the whole world.

"Pass down my decree!"

"Qian Mo shall be established as the Holy Son of Spirit Hall! His status shall be equal to the Pope!"

"From this day onward, every branch hall across the continent shall celebrate for three days! All registered Spirit Masters shall receive an additional three months of allowance!"

Cheers erupted like a tsunami.

"Long live the Holy Son!"

"Long live Spirit Hall!"

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

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

Just then, that long-absent cheerful voice rang out once more.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, on completing your Martial Soul awakening, putting on one hell of a show, and causing the plane to tremble.]

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

[The first Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast to deliver itself to your door is on the way. Please watch for delivery.]

The corner of Qian Mo's mouth twitched.

"Deliver itself to my door? You call this cultivation?"

"Can't you at least let me experience the hardships of striving?"

[No.]

[The protagonist of a power fantasy doesn't need to strive. He only needs to win while lying down.]

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

This damn, dull, invincible life.

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