Inside the Worship Hall, the atmosphere was scorching, like a steamer.
Qian Daoliu held Qian Mo tightly in his arms, as if he wanted to knead him into his very flesh and blood.
"Let me go..."
Qian Mo was squeezed so hard he nearly rolled his eyes, his short little legs kicking wildly in midair.
"Grandpa, I want to sleep."
"Sleep? My little ancestor!"
Qian Daoliu's face was flushed red, and every strand of his graying beard stood on end with excitement.
"Innate level twenty! This is a seed of godhood!"
"We must hunt a soul beast immediately! Not a moment can be wasted!"
He waved a large hand, spittle flying everywhere.
"Second, go to the Soul Hunting Forest! Catch that Drill Mouse we've raised for eight hundred years and let Mo'er practice on it... No! Eight hundred years isn't worthy of Mo'er!"
"Go to Sunset Forest! Find one that's ten thousand years old!"
Second Worship, Golden Crocodile Douluo, was just about to accept the order.
Qian Mo shifted in Qian Daoliu's arms and found a comfortable position to sprawl in.
Ten thousand years?
And he had to kill it himself?
Too tiring. He wasn't doing it.
[System Prompt: Your Supreme Takeout has arrived. Please accept it, host.]
The moment the System Prompt fell silent.
A deafening boom, like muffled thunder, slammed down over Spirit City.
Immediately after.
A shrill alarm tore through the sky.
"Enemy attack—!!"
"Level-one alert! A Super Soul Beast has invaded!"
The elders inside the Worship Hall changed expressions sharply.
Golden Crocodile Douluo's muscles tensed all over. Nine Soul Rings exploded into view instantly, and the terrifying shockwave overturned the tables and chairs around him.
"Courting death! What blind beast dares trespass into Spirit City?"
Qian Daoliu's gaze sharpened.
The pressure of a demigod erupted with a roar.
He shielded Qian Mo with one hand, flashed forward, and smashed straight through the roof of the hall, hovering high in the air.
The next second.
This Peerless Douluo's pupils contracted sharply to pinpoints.
Outside the city.
Dust blotted out the sky.
Two suffocatingly terrifying auras were smashing through every defensive fortification in their path with brutal force.
They were no ordinary soul beasts.
The one on the left was snow-white from head to toe, with the body of a horse and dragon scales. The spiraling golden horn atop its head seemed capable of piercing the heavens.
With every step it took, vast patches of Golden Lotus bloomed beneath its hooves.
A Holy Light Unicorn!
The one on the right was even more outrageous.
Its seven-colored antlers shimmered with Flowing Light, clouds draped around its body, and auspicious clouds supported its four hooves. Wherever it passed, ripples spread through space itself.
A Seven-Colored Auspicious Cloud Deer!
"This..."
Golden Crocodile Douluo came to an abrupt stop, a dry clicking sound escaping his throat.
"Two... Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts?!"
They were more than merely Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts.
They were auspicious beasts! Spirits of fortune that existed only in ancient records!
Seeing even one of them normally was harder than reaching the heavens.
Why had two appeared at once today?
And why did they look like they wanted to perish together with Spirit Hall?
"Form the array! Protect the Holy Son!"
Qian Daoliu shouted, and the Angel Holy Sword appeared out of thin air, its blade pointed directly at the two colossal beasts.
Thousands of Spirit Masters trembled in the plaza. Their Martial Souls had only just been released before the overwhelming pressure forced them to bend at the waist.
It was over.
Spirit City was finished.
Just as everyone believed an earth-shattering battle was about to erupt.
The two rampaging giant beasts suddenly slammed on the brakes a hundred meters from the Worship Hall.
Their immense momentum sent dust billowing into the sky.
When the dust cleared.
Everyone saw a sight that shattered their Worldview.
Thud.
The Holy Light Unicorn bent its front knees and heavily knocked its noble head against the ground.
Thud.
The Seven-Colored Auspicious Cloud Deer lay flat on all four Limbs, curling its enormous body into a ball and trembling with absolute reverence.
They... knelt?
The battlefield that had been on the verge of exploding fell deathly silent in an instant.
Even the wind seemed to stop.
The Angel Holy Sword in Qian Daoliu's hand was Frozen Mid-air, while a spectacular range of emotions crossed his aged face.
What kind of tactic was this?
Begging for mercy?
"Grandpa, they seem to be here for me."
Qian Mo yawned and poked his head out from behind Qian Daoliu.
Qian Daoliu froze.
Before he could react.
The two kneeling Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts suddenly raised their heads.
Their eyes.
Held no savagery, no brutality.
Only the fervor and... fawning adoration of children seeing their own father?
"Yoo—"
The Seven-Colored Auspicious Cloud Deer let out a flattering cry and shuffled forward on its knees for two steps.
The seven-colored antlers atop its head blazed brightly.
A dazzling seven-colored halo slowly condensed and drifted toward Qian Mo.
The Holy Light Unicorn beside it grew anxious.
It kicked aside a nearby rock, while the golden horn on its head shone so brightly it was blinding.
A Pure Gold halo followed right after, even shoving aside the seven-colored halo in its rush to be the first to slip around Qian Mo.
They were... competing for favor?
Qian Daoliu's hand trembled.
Golden Crocodile Douluo's jaw dropped.
The tens of thousands of Spirit Masters in the plaza were like ducks with their throats pinched shut, mouths wide open yet unable to make a sound.
They were offering themselves up voluntarily.
And two Hundred-Thousand-Year auspicious beasts were fighting to sacrifice themselves!
It was like two peerless beauties who not only came with dowries worth tens of billions, but also fought over who got to marry you first!
Was this reasonable?
Was this scientific?
Was this still the incomparably savage Spirit Beast World that Spirit Masters had to detour around upon seeing?
"Don't crowd around. One at a time."
Qian Mo looked disdainfully at the two halos floating before him.
These things were a little too dazzling.
He stretched out his small hand and casually tapped the golden Soul Ring.
Golden light entered his body.
A warm current instantly washed through his entire body.
[System Prompt: Congratulations, host, on obtaining a Hundred Thousand Year first ring: Holy Light Unicorn!]
He then touched the seven-colored Soul Ring.
[System Prompt: Congratulations, host, on obtaining a Hundred Thousand Year Second Soul Ring: Seven-Colored Auspicious Cloud Deer!]
His Soul Power surged explosively.
Level twenty... level twenty-five... level thirty!
It was not over yet.
The forms of the two giant beasts began to turn illusory.
But before they disappeared, as if afraid Qian Mo would be dissatisfied, they desperately squeezed out the last trace of essence from within themselves.
Crack.
Crack.
Two Crystal Clear bones radiating terrifying fluctuations fell at Qian Mo's feet.
One was a right arm bone, surrounded by holy light.
The other was a left arm bone, with clouds rising from it.
Two more Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bones!
Having done all this, the two beast-soul phantoms deeply bowed to Qian Mo before turning into a sky full of light rain and vanishing between heaven and earth in complete satisfaction.
The light rain fell.
The entirety of Spirit City was bathed in sacred tranquility.
However.
No one felt any warmth.
All they felt was their scalps tingling and goosebumps rising all over their bodies.
Six years old.
A God-tier Martial Soul.
Innate level twenty.
Both his first and Second Soul Ring were Hundred Thousand Year.
And he even received two Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bones as bonuses.
With a setup like this, even if someone said he was Creation God's illegitimate son, no one would dare argue.
Qian Daoliu was no longer merely excited.
He was trembling.
It was reverence for something beyond all comprehension.
He slowly descended to the ground and looked at Qian Mo, who was kicking the two Soul Bones at his feet like toys. His voice was dry, like two pieces of sandpaper grinding together.
"Mo... Mo'er..."
"These Soul Bones... put them away."
Qian Mo disdainfully kicked the Soul Bones aside.
"They're hard and uncomfortable to hold."
"Grandpa, keep them for me. I'm sleepy. I'm going back to sleep."
After saying that, he turned and walked toward the hall, his back desolate yet lazy.
As if he had not just absorbed two Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings.
But had merely eaten two donuts.
In the plaza.
No one knew who broke first.
Their knees buckled, and they fell to the ground.
Immediately after.
Crash—
Tens of thousands of people fell to their knees in unison, like wheat being cut down.
There were no cheers.
No slogans.
Only suffocating reverence.
If before, they had knelt for the Holy Son.
Then now.
What they had knelt before—was a god!
Qian Daoliu looked at that small figure from behind, his eyes reddened.
He abruptly turned around to face everyone, killing intent spilling from him without restraint.
"Today's matter!"
"Let it rot in your stomachs!"
"Whoever dares leak even half a word..."
"Exterminate nine generations! Wipe out their entire clan!"
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