Soul Beasts Line Up to Offer Sacrifices

Inside the Worship Hall, the atmosphere was stiflingly hot, like a steamer.

Qian Daoliu held Qian Mo tightly in his arms, the force of it as if he wanted to knead him into his very bones.

"Let me go..."

Qian Mo was squeezed until he nearly rolled his eyes, his little legs kicking wildly in the air.

"Grandpa, I want to sleep."

"Sleep? Not a chance, my little ancestor!"

Qian Daoliu's face was flushed red, his graying beard bristling with excitement.

"Innate Level 20! This is a divine seedling!"

"We must hunt souls immediately! Not a moment's delay!"

He waved his hand grandly, spittle flying.

"Second! Go to the Soul Hunting Forest! Catch that eight-hundred-year-old Drill Mouse for Mo'er to practice on... No! Eight hundred years isn't worthy of Mo'er!"

"Go to the Sunset Forest! Find a ten-thousand-year one!"

Second Worship, Golden Crocodile Douluo, was about to accept the order.

Qian Mo turned over in Qian Daoliu's arms, found a comfortable position, and sprawled out.

Ten-thousand-year?

He'd have to kill it himself?

Too much trouble. No way.

[Ding! Your supreme delivery has arrived. Please, Host, be ready to receive.]

The System Prompt had just faded.

A thunderous Loud Noise slammed down onto Martial Soul City.

Immediately after.

A piercing alarm tore through the sky.

"Enemy attack--!!"

"Highest alert! A Super Soul Beast has broken in!"

The elders inside the Worship Hall changed expressions instantly.

Golden Crocodile Douluo's muscles tensed, nine soul rings exploding into being in an instant, the terrifying blast of Aura overturning the surrounding tables and chairs.

"Courting death! What blind beast dares to invade Martial Soul City?"

Qian Daoliu's eyes sharpened.

His demigod's Divine Might erupted with a bang.

He shielded Qian Mo with one hand, his form flickering as he smashed through the hall's roof, hovering high in the sky.

The next second.

This Peerless Douluo's pupils contracted to pinpricks.

Outside the city.

Dust blotted out the sky.

Two terrifying, suffocating auras were smashing through all the defensive fortifications along the way with a brutal momentum.

These weren't ordinary soul beasts.

The one on the left was pure white as snow, with a horse's body and dragon scales, a spiral golden horn atop its head that seemed able to pierce the heavens.

With every step it took, large patches of Golden Lotus sprouted from the ground beneath its hooves.

The Holy Light Unicorn!

The one on the right was even more exaggerated.

Its seven-colored deer antlers shimmered with Flowing Light, its body draped in rosy clouds, its four hooves treading on auspicious clouds. Wherever it passed, space rippled in layers.

The Seven-Colored Auspicious Cloud Deer!

"This..."

Golden Crocodile Douluo, who had charged out, slammed to a halt, a dry, choking sound in his throat.

"Two... Hundred Thousand Year?!"

Not just Hundred Thousand Year.

These were auspicious beasts! Spirits of good fortune that only existed in ancient texts!

It was harder than reaching the sky to see even one on a normal day.

Why had two shown up today?

And they looked ready to go down fighting with Martial Soul Hall?

"Form ranks! Protect the Holy Son!"

Qian Daoliu barked the order, and the Angel Holy Sword materialized in midair, its blade aimed straight at the two colossal beasts.

Thousands of Spirit Masters on the plaza trembled, their Martial Souls barely released before the two overwhelming auras crushed them, unable to straighten their backs.

It was over.

Martial Soul City was finished.

Just as everyone braced for a cataclysmic battle to erupt—

The two charging beasts slammed to a halt a hundred meters from the Worship Hall.

Their massive momentum kicked up a blinding cloud of dust.

As the dust settled.

Everyone witnessed a scene that shattered their worldview.

Thud.

The Holy Light Unicorn bent its front knees, its noble head striking the ground heavily.

Thud.

The Seven-Colored Auspicious Cloud Deer pressed all four limbs flat, its enormous body curling into a ball, trembling with utmost reverence.

Kneeling... they were kneeling?

The battlefield, once bristling with tension, fell into dead silence.

Even the wind stopped.

The Angel Holy Sword in Qian Daoliu's hand froze midair, the old man's face a riot of expressions.

What kind of tactic was this?

Begging for mercy?

"Grandpa, I think they're here for me."

Qian Mo yawned, poking his head out from behind Qian Daoliu.

Qian Daoliu froze.

Before he could react.

The two Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts kneeling on the ground snapped their heads up.

Their eyes.

No savagery. No brutality.

Only the fervor of seeing a long-lost father... and fawning?

"Yoo-yoo—"

The Seven-Colored Auspicious Cloud Deer let out a pleading cry, crawling forward on its knees two steps.

The seven-colored antlers atop its head blazed with light.

A dazzling rainbow halo slowly condensed and drifted toward Qian Mo.

The Holy Light Unicorn beside it grew frantic.

It kicked a stone aside, its golden horn flaring so brightly it stung the eyes.

A pure gold halo followed close behind, even shoving the rainbow halo aside in its rush to be the first to settle on Qian Mo.

Competing... for favor?

Qian Daoliu's hands trembled.

Golden Crocodile Douluo's jaw dropped.

The tens of thousands of Spirit Masters in the plaza were like ducks with their necks wrung—mouths open, but not a sound escaping.

Voluntary sacrifice.

And two auspicious beasts, fighting over who got to do it first!

It was like two peerless beauties, each bringing a dowry of ten billion, brawling over who got to marry you first!

Did this make sense?

Was this even possible?

Was this still the Spirit Beast World, where Spirit Masters took detours to avoid its ferocious inhabitants?

"Don't crowd. One at a time."

Qian Mo looked at the two halos floating before him with some distaste.

These things were a bit too bright.

He reached out his small hand and casually tapped the golden spirit ring.

The golden light entered his body.

A warm current instantly washed through his entire body.

[Ding! Congratulations, Host, on obtaining your first Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring: Holy Light Unicorn!]

He touched the rainbow-colored soul ring again.

[Ding! Congratulations, Host, on obtaining your second Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring: Seven-Colored Auspicious Cloud Deer!]

His soul power surged instantly.

Level 20... Level 25... Level 30!

It wasn't over yet.

The figures of the two massive beasts began to grow ethereal.

But before they dissipated, as if afraid Qian Mo might be dissatisfied, they desperately squeezed out the last bit of essence from within their bodies.

Crack.

Crack.

Two bones, Crystal Clear and radiating terrifying fluctuations, dropped at Qian Mo's feet.

One was a right arm bone, wreathed in holy light.

One was a left arm bone, swirling with cloud vapor.

Two more Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bones!

Having done all this, the two beast soul phantoms bowed deeply to Qian Mo, then, content, turned into a rain of light and scattered into the world.

The light rain fell.

The entire Martial Soul City was bathed in a sacred and peaceful glow.

Yet.

No one felt warmth.

They only felt their scalps go numb and their skin crawl with goosebumps.

Six years old.

God-tier Martial Soul.

Innate Level 20.

First and Second Soul Rings both Hundred Thousand Years.

Plus two bonus Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bones.

With this setup, even if someone called him the Creation God's illegitimate son, no one would dare argue.

Qian Daoliu was no longer just excited at this point.

He was trembling.

It was a reverence for something beyond comprehension.

He slowly landed, looking at Qian Mo, who was kicking the two soul bones at his feet, his voice as dry as two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together.

"Mo... Mo'er..."

"These soul bones... put them away."

Qian Mo disdainfully kicked the bones aside.

"They're hard and uncomfortable."

"Grandfather, you keep them for me. I'm sleepy, going back to sleep."

With that, he turned and walked into the hall, his back desolate and lazy.

As if he hadn't just absorbed two Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings.

But eaten two donuts.

In the square.

No one knew who broke first.

Their knees gave way, and they fell to the ground.

Then.

Rustle--

Tens of thousands of people, like a field of wheat being mowed, knelt down in unison.

No cheers.

No slogans.

Only suffocating reverence.

If before, they were kneeling to the Holy Son.

Then now...

They knelt to—a God!

Qian Daoliu stared at that small back, his eye sockets red.

He spun around sharply, facing everyone, his Killing Intent bursting forth.

"Today's events—"

"Bury them in your guts!"

"If anyone dares breathe a single word..."

"Nine clans exterminated! Entire families wiped out!"