Is this really just the first soul skill?

Secret chamber of the Worship Hall.

The air was heavy.

Qian Daoliu, the seven Great Elders, and Pope Bibi Dong.

This group of big shots, whose mere footfalls could shake the continent, were currently gathered in a circle, staring intensely at the little brat in the center who was busy yawning.

Qian Mo's eyelids were fighting each other.

He just wanted to sleep.

Having just swallowed two 100,000-Year Soul Rings and stuffed himself with two Soul Bones, his body was at a critical stage of digestion.

Yet, he had been dragged here by this group of old folks to be gawked at like a monkey.

"Good grandson, don't sleep."

Qian Daoliu rubbed his hands together, his aged face crinkling into a chrysanthemum-like smile, his eyes filled with anticipation. "Let Grandpa see, what exactly is the quality of this first 100,000-Year Soul Ring?"

Qian Mo forced his eyelids open, his face full of impatience.

"How do I use it?"

Qian Daoliu slapped his own forehead. "Forgot, forgot, you're only six. It's very simple; communicate with that red Soul Ring using your intent and just think 'release'."

That's it?

What's the difference between this and pressing a remote control?

Qian Mo casually raised his small hand, too lazy to even open his eyes.

With a shift of his intent.

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

But the red 100,000-Year Soul Ring beneath his feet suddenly lit up.

It wasn't light.

It was liquefied divinity.

With Qian Mo as the center, a ripple of gold, pure to the extreme, instantly surged outward.

There was no sound of wind.

There was no pressure.

There was only a sense of warmth and compassion that made one want to kneel and weep.

The golden light swept across.

Qian Daoliu bore the brunt of it.

He had originally intended to circulate his soul power to defend himself, but the golden light ignored all defenses, brute-forcing its way into every one of his pores in an unreasonable manner.

The next second.

Qian Daoliu's pupils dilated in shock.

He felt as if he were no longer in a secret chamber, but soaking in the Spring of Life.

The withered and decaying River of Life within his body suddenly surged!

The hidden injuries from his years of campaigning, the blockages in his meridians, the marks left by the erosion of time...

In the face of this golden light, they were like fresh snow meeting the scorching sun.

They melted.

Completely melted away!

"My hands..."

Qian Daoliu raised his hands, trembling.

The back of his hands, which had been covered in age spots and as withered as tree bark, were now turning rosy and plump.

The veins beneath his skin pulsed with vigorous strength.

He reached up and touched his face abruptly.

The wrinkles were smoothed away.

The sagging muscles became firm once more.

Even his graying hair began to turn black from the roots at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Rejuvenation!

Reversing life and death!

"This... this is impossible..."

Qian Daoliu's voice was shaking. This feeling was too wonderful—so wonderful that it filled him with dread.

This was no soul skill.

This was a second life bestowed by a god!

Beside him.

"Awoo!"

A strange cry shattered the silence.

The ninety-eighth-ranked Golden Crocodile Douluo, usually dignified and profound, was currently stomping his left foot frantically like a child who had just received a new toy.

"It doesn't hurt! My leg doesn't hurt anymore!"

That was the Ultimate Ice Cold Poison left behind by the Ice Empress, which had tortured him for fifty full years.

Just a moment ago.

A golden light shone upon him.

The cold poison didn't even dare to let out a fart; it simply evaporated!

The other Elders were making even greater spectacles of themselves.

Some threw away their crutches.

Some straightened their hunched backs.

Some even felt the bottlenecks that had held them back for over a decade shatter.

The entire secret chamber was filled with the sound of sharp intakes of breath.

How could this be a Support-type soul skill?

This was clearly handing a resignation letter to the King of Hell!

In the corner.

Bibi Dong gripped her scepter so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

She had originally only intended to watch a joke.

The so-called miracle was nothing more than a trick directed and performed by the Qian Family.

Until that light shone upon her.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle—

Deep within her body, that cold, evil Rakshasa Divine Will, which was constantly screaming in her brain, suddenly let out a terrified wail.

It was just like a rat in a sewer being thrown into a steel smelting furnace.

Bibi Dong's face turned deathly pale.

She wanted to resist.

But that golden light was too overbearing.

It barged into her spiritual world without a word, grabbed the Rakshasa resentment by the throat, and slammed it into the ground, grinding it mercilessly.

Purification!

Forced purification!

That evil obsession which had tormented her day and night, driving her toward madness and paranoia, was being forcibly shaved away by this light!

Although it was only a corner.

Bibi Dong felt an unprecedented sense of relief.

That long-lost tranquility, the kind that belonged to a normal person.

She snapped her head up, looking at the small figure in the center of the arena.

Her gaze had changed.

It was no longer the look of someone inspecting a tool, but rather, looking at a...

Redemption.

Only him.

Only this child could pull her out of the abyss!

"Cough."

Qian Mo withdrew his hand, and the golden light dissipated.

He let out a yawn, looking at the group of old men and women around him who looked as if they had just taken some kind of stimulant: "Are we done? I want to sleep."

Dead silence.

A full three seconds passed.

Qian Daoliu finally snapped back to reality. He took a step forward, appearing right in front of Qian Mo, his eyes burning with such intensity that he looked ready to swallow his grandson whole.

"Mo'er! What is this Soul Skill called?!"

What was it called?

He hadn't thought about it.

Qian Mo rubbed his eyes and said casually, "It looked pretty bright, so let's call it... Holy Light Shines Upon All."

"Holy Light Shines Upon All..."

Qian Daoliu muttered to himself, then broke into a fit of wild joy: "Good! What a magnificent 'shining upon all'! To save all living beings and cast light across ten thousand generations! It is truly worthy of being a gift from the Angel God!"

"This is a divine skill!"

"With the Holy Son here, why should I worry about the prosperity of Martial Soul Hall?!"

The high priests were so moved that tears streamed down their aged faces.

As long as Qian Mo was around, they were an undying legion!

Qian Mo felt a headache coming on from all the noise.

Had these people never seen the world before?

It was just a group heal combined with a debuff cleanse.

What a fuss.

"Grandfather, can we go now?" Qian Mo turned to leave.

"Yes! Of course!" Qian Daoliu was now completely submissive to his grandson. "My good grandson is tired. Quick, escort the Holy Son back to the palace to rest! Anyone who dares to disturb the Holy Son's sleep, I will skin them alive!"

Qian Mo took two steps, then paused.

Since he had already demonstrated his value, he might as well make a request.

Staying in Martial Soul City all day, staring at these old faces, was too boring.

"I want to go out and look around in a couple of days."

Qian Daoliu was stunned: "Go where?"

"Star Luo Empire."

Qian Mo's tone was casual, as if he were talking about taking a stroll in the back garden.

"Star Luo?" Qian Daoliu frowned. "That is the Dai Family's territory. The people there are fierce, and besides..."

"I heard there's a little wild cat over there. It seems quite interesting."

Qian Mo tilted his head, a playful arc forming at the corner of his mouth: "I want to go catch it and keep it as a pet."

A little wild cat?

Qian Daoliu and the high priests exchanged bewildered glances.

Keeping a pet?

That makes sense.

For a peerless genius like him, having a few peculiar hobbies is perfectly normal.

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 on him!

"Granted!"

Qian Daoliu waved his hand, his spirit soaring. "Since my dear grandson wants to keep a cat, then go catch one! Never mind just one—you can turn the Star Luo Royalty upside down to find one if you have to!"

"However, safety comes first."

His gaze swept across the crowd.

"Old Ghost, Old Chrysanthemum!"

Two figures flashed out instantly, dropping to one knee.

"Present!"

"The two of you will accompany the Holy Son on this trip. Remember, if the Holy Son loses even a single hair, you are to bring me your heads!"

"As you command!"

Qian Mo waved his hand and walked away without looking back.

His silhouette was dashing.

He left behind a room full of top-tier powerhouses still savoring the "miracle" they had just witnessed.

Meanwhile, in the distant Star Luo Empire.

The Zhu Family estate.

A black-haired girl, currently hiding under her covers and crying secretly, suddenly sneezed.

She rubbed her nose, feeling an inexplicable chill.

It was as if she had been targeted by some terrifying existence.