Worship Hall secret chamber.
The air was heavy.
Qian Daoliu, the seven great worshippers, and Pope Bibi Dong.
These figures, whose mere stomps could shake the continent, had formed a circle around the yawning little brat in the middle, staring at him without blinking.
Qian Mo's eyelids drooped.
He only wanted to sleep.
He had just absorbed two Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings and two soul bones. His body was in a crucial stage of digestion.
Yet these old men had dragged him over to gawk at him like a monkey.
"Good grandson, don't sleep yet."
Qian Daoliu rubbed his hands together, his old face blooming like a chrysanthemum as his eyes filled with expectation. "Let Grandpa see what your first Hundred Thousand Year ring is really capable of."
Qian Mo forced his eyes open, looking thoroughly impatient.
"How do I use it?"
Qian Daoliu slapped his forehead. "Right, right, I forgot. You're only six. It's simple. Use your mind to communicate with that Red Soul Ring and think, 'Release.'"
That was it?
How was that any different from pressing a remote control button?
Qian Mo casually raised his small hand, too lazy to even open his eyes.
His thoughts stirred.
There was no earth-shattering explosion.
Yet the red Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring beneath his feet suddenly lit up.
That was not light.
It was liquefied holiness.
With Qian Mo at its center, a golden ripple of absolute purity instantly spread outward.
There was no sound of wind.
No pressure.
Only a warmth and mercy so profound that it made people want to kneel and weep.
The golden light swept through.
Qian Daoliu was the first to bear the brunt of it.
He had intended to gather his Soul Power to defend himself, but the golden light ignored all defenses and drilled forcefully, unreasonably, into every one of his pores.
The next second.
Qian Daoliu's pupils shook.
He felt as though he was no longer in the secret chamber, but soaking in the Spring of Life.
The dried-up, decaying River of Life within him suddenly surged!
The hidden injuries left by his early campaigns, the blockages in his meridians, the marks left by the erosion of time...
Before this golden light, they were like early snow beneath the blazing sun.
They melted.
They melted completely!
"My hand..."
Qian Daoliu raised his hand tremblingly.
The back of that hand, once covered in age spots and dry as tree bark, had become rosy and full.
The veins beneath his skin pulsed with strength.
He abruptly touched his face.
His wrinkles had been smoothed away.
His sagging muscles tightened once more.
Even his graying hair began turning black from the roots at a visible speed!
Rejuvenation!
Reversing life and death!
"This... this is impossible..."
Qian Daoliu's voice trembled. The sensation was too wonderful, so wonderful that it frightened him.
This was not a Soul Skill.
This was a second life bestowed by God!
Beside him.
"Ah!"
A strange cry shattered the silence.
The level ninety-eight Golden Crocodile Douluo, usually solemn and imposing, now stomped his left foot wildly like a child who had received a new toy.
"It doesn't hurt anymore! My leg doesn't hurt anymore!"
It was the Ultimate Ice Cold Poison left behind by the Ice Empress, which had tormented him for fifty whole years.
Just moments ago.
The instant the golden light touched him.
The cold poison had not even dared to make a sound before evaporating outright!
The other worshippers were in even worse states.
Some threw away their canes.
Some straightened their hunched backs.
Some even felt the bottlenecks that had trapped them for over a decade shatter.
The entire secret chamber was filled with sharp intakes of breath.
How was this an auxiliary Soul Skill?
This was clearly handing the King of Hell a resignation letter!
In the corner.
Bibi Dong gripped the scepter in her hand so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
She had originally only come to watch a joke.
So-called miracles were nothing more than a trick staged by the Qian Family.
Until that light shone upon her.
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle—
Deep within her body, that cold and evil Rakshasa Divine Will that constantly screamed in her mind suddenly let out a terrified wail.
Like a rat from a gutter being thrown into a steel furnace.
Bibi Dong's face turned deathly pale.
She wanted to resist.
But the golden light was too domineering.
It barged into her spiritual world without explanation, seized the Rakshasa resentment by the throat, and ruthlessly ground it into the floor.
Purification!
Forced purification!
That evil thought which had tormented her day and night, driving her mad and paranoid, had actually been forcibly shaved away by a corner under this light!
Though it was only a corner.
Bibi Dong felt an unprecedented sense of relief.
That long-lost tranquility belonging to an ordinary person.
She suddenly raised her head and looked at the small figure in the center of the room.
Her gaze changed.
She was no longer evaluating a tool, but looking at a...
Salvation.
Only he.
Only this child could pull her out of the abyss!
"Ahem."
Qian Mo withdrew his hand, and the golden light faded.
He yawned and looked at the old men and women around him, all excited as if they had just taken some kind of drug. "Are we done? I want to sleep."
Dead silence.
A full three seconds passed.
Then Qian Daoliu suddenly snapped back to his senses and stepped before Qian Mo in a single stride, his eyes so fervent that he looked ready to swallow his grandson whole.
"Mo'er! What is this Soul Skill called?!"
What was it called?
He had not thought about it.
Qian Mo rubbed his eyes and answered casually, "It looks pretty bright, so... Holy Light Shines Upon All."
"Holy Light Shines Upon All..."
Qian Daoliu murmured it to himself, then burst into wild joy. "Good! What a splendid name! It saves all living beings, its light illuminating the ages! As expected of the Angel God's gift!"
"This is a divine skill!"
"With the Holy Son, why should Spirit Hall fear failing to rise?!"
The worshippers were so excited that tears streamed down their old faces.
As long as Qian Mo was there, they would be an immortal army!
The noise made Qian Mo's head ache.
Had these people never seen anything before?
Was it not just group healing and dispelling?
What a fuss.
"Grandpa, can I go now?" Qian Mo turned to leave.
"Yes! Of course!" Qian Daoliu now indulged his grandson in everything. "My good grandson is tired. Quickly, escort the Holy Son back to his hall to rest! Whoever dares disturb the Holy Son's sleep, I'll skin him alive!"
Qian Mo took two steps, then his Footsteps paused.
Since he had displayed his value, he might as well make a request.
Staying in Spirit City every day, facing these old faces, was far too boring.
"In a few days, I want to go out for a while."
Qian Daoliu froze. "Where?"
"The Star Luo Empire."
Qian Mo spoke casually, as if he were merely saying he wanted to stroll through the backyard.
"Star Luo?" Qian Daoliu frowned. "That's the Dai Family's territory. The people there are fierce, and besides..."
"I heard there's a little wild cat there. She seems pretty interesting."
Qian Mo tilted his head, a teasing curve appearing at the corner of his mouth. "I want to catch her and keep her as a pet."
A little wild cat?
Qian Daoliu and the worshippers exchanged looks.
Keeping a pet?
That made sense.
It was perfectly normal for such a peerless genius to have some unusual preferences.
Never mind a cat.
Even if the Holy Son wanted to keep a dragon, they would have to head to the Star Dou Great Forest, capture Di Tian, and put a collar around his neck!
"Granted!"
Qian Daoliu waved his hand grandly. "Since my good grandson wants to raise a cat, then go catch one! Forget one cat—even turning the entire Star Luo imperial family upside down to find her would be fine!"
"But safety comes first."
His gaze swept across the crowd.
"Old Ghost, Old Chrysanthemum!"
Two figures flashed out instantly and dropped to one knee.
"Present!"
"You two will accompany the Holy Son. Remember, if the Holy Son loses so much as a single hair, bring your heads back to me!"
"Understood!"
Qian Mo waved his hand and walked away without looking back.
His retreating figure was carefree.
He left behind only a roomful of top experts still savoring that "miracle" from moments ago.
Meanwhile, in the distant Star Luo Empire.
The Zhu Family residence.
A black-haired Maiden who was secretly crying beneath her blanket suddenly sneezed.
She rubbed her nose, feeling an inexplicable chill.
As though some terrifying existence had set its eyes on her.
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