A Grandson of Qing Luan Douluo in Douluo Continent

Another identical dream.

In the boundless darkness, a deep, majestic murmur echoed again and again:

"Draw upon the moon... let the Void be your home..."

"Shadows... are your limbs, Gravity... is your authority..."

Countless dark-purple runes flickered, spun, and converged, finally transforming into that familiar, deathly Dark Moon that filled his entire "vision."

The moon's surface was scarred with savage ravines, every crack emanating a terrifying aura of finality.

Moon Devil—Zhou Lan!

This name, this power, had long been branded deep into his soul.

Ye Chen jolted awake from the dream. There was no great fright, only a trace of weary familiarity.

He opened his eyes and saw the familiar vaulted ceiling of the Worship Hall's sleeping quarters, carved with intricate angels and stars.

Morning light filtered through soft gauze curtains, casting warm patches of light across the polished floor.

"Zhou Lan..."

Ye Chen raised his left hand. An imprint of a Dark Moon lay in his palm.

Vast, cold, and heavy as an abyss.

This was Zhou Lan's power. It had accompanied him since the moment he was born into this world, like a second heart!

Yes, he had not just transmigrated here.

Ye Chen had come to this world six full years ago, becoming the only grandson of Qing Luan Douluo.

From a swaddled infant to a child about to turn six, he had grown up in this world all along.

He had merely brought with him the memories of his past life, along with Zhou Lan's "gift."

Not long after Ye Chen was born, his parents perished in an extremist attack targeting Spirit Hall.

Raised single-handedly by his grandfather, Qing Luan Douluo, he had grown up in the Worship Hall, Spirit Hall's most central and powerful place.

"Tomorrow is my martial soul awakening. Will my martial soul be the Azure Luan Divine Bird?"

"Or... the Moon Devil?"

Ye Chen could not help wondering.

On the Douluo Continent, the importance of a martial soul was beyond question.

"There are no useless martial souls, only useless Soul Masters"—that saying was utter bullshit!

With powerful martial souls like the Six-winged Angel, Golden Crocodile King, and Seven Kill Sword, so long as their wielders did not die young, becoming a Titled Douluo was practically guaranteed.

Meanwhile, Yu Xiaogang's Luo San Pao could not even break through Level 30.

The gap was obvious.

Just as Ye Chen was lost in thought, the door to the sleeping quarters was gently pushed open.

A handsome man who looked like a young adult entered.

He had rare silver short hair and crystal-clear azure eyes like ice crystals. His features were strikingly handsome, carrying an unruly liveliness somewhere between youth and adulthood.

He wore a fitted moon-white martial outfit, and a teasing smile rested at the corners of his lips.

It was none other than Spirit Hall's Fifth Enshrined, Guang Ling Douluo!

He looked very young, but he was actually an old man over a hundred years old. His profound cultivation had preserved his appearance.

"Yo, Little Chen, you're awake?"

Guang Ling Douluo flashed to the bedside in just a few steps and unceremoniously reached out to ruffle Ye Chen's slightly messy hair.

"The sun's already on your butt, and you're still lazing in bed? Today is the last day before your birthday!"

His actions were intimate and natural, his familiar tone brimming with undisguised affection.

Ye Chen had long grown accustomed to this "Fifth Grandfather's" mannerisms. He helplessly tilted his head aside and called out, "Good morning, Fifth Grandfather."

"Good morning? It's almost noon!"

Grinning, Guang Ling Douluo produced an exquisite little Jade Box from behind his back as if performing a magic trick. "Look, Fifth Grandfather brought you some Ice Soul Crisp, made with crystal honey from the Far North. Want to try it?"

As he spoke, another figure entered the sleeping quarters.

The newcomer also appeared young. Tall and straight as a pine, he wore a long green robe patterned with clouds. His features were refined, his brows gentle, though his eyes were especially deep and tranquil.

It was Ye Chen's grandfather, the Third Enshrined, Qing Luan Douluo.

"Guang Ling, don't spoil him too much."

Qing Luan Douluo's voice was gentle and calm, carrying a faint hint of helplessness.

He walked to the bedside, his gaze falling on Ye Chen's face as he carefully examined his complexion. "Did you have that dream again last night?"

Ye Chen nodded without hiding it. "The same dream, Grandfather."

He had occasionally dreamed of Zhou Lan since childhood, and Qing Luan Douluo and several Enshrined close to him knew a little about it.

However,

Ye Chen had not mentioned Zhou Lan's true identity. He had only spoken of the Dark Moon.

Qing Luan Douluo reached out, his warm palm gently covering Ye Chen's forehead.

A thread of pure, gentle Soul Power flowed in, examining the condition of his body and mind, especially sensing the cold, stagnant power that had existed naturally within Ye Chen since birth and had grown increasingly solid with age.

A moment later,

Qing Luan Douluo withdrew his hand, and his faintly furrowed brow relaxed. "There's no problem."

He looked into Ye Chen's eyes. "Tomorrow is your sixth birthday, and also the day of your martial soul awakening. Great Grandfather will personally preside over it."

"Great Grandfather?"

"That's right. Are you nervous?"

Ye Chen shook his head, his tone calm. "With Grandfather and all my grandfathers here, I'm not nervous."

He was telling the truth.

After living with them day and night for six years, he could clearly feel the wholehearted care these old men, who stood at the pinnacle of the continent, had for him.

"Haha, what's there to be nervous about!"

Guang Ling Douluo threw an arm around Ye Chen's shoulders and said with a grin:

"With us here, even if Little Chen awakens a hoe martial soul, Fifth Grandfather can help you train it into the number-one hoe in the world! Right, Third Brother?"

At that, Ye Chen's mouth twitched.

"Fifth Grandfather, I'm touched, but I really don't want to awaken a hoe martial soul!"

Qing Luan Douluo shot Guang Ling Douluo an annoyed glance as well, though there was no blame in his eyes.

"You're always spouting nonsense."

"Little Chen is my grandson. There's a high chance that he'll awaken the Azure Luan Divine Bird martial soul. Besides, Little Chen's physique is special, and his Spiritual Power has been powerful since birth. Even if his martial soul mutates, it certainly won't be weak."

Qing Luan Douluo paused slightly, his gaze toward Ye Chen gaining a touch of solemnity.

"After tomorrow, you will officially set foot upon the path of a Soul Master. The road ahead is long, so you must keep your feet on the ground."

"Your grandson will remember Grandfather's teachings."

Ye Chen nodded earnestly.

Just then, Qing Luan Douluo seemed to recall something. With a flip of his hand, a letter of simple design yet exceptional quality appeared in his palm.

"Oh, and there's this."

Qing Luan Douluo handed the letter to Ye Chen, a gentle smile appearing on his face. "It arrived this morning. Xue'er had someone deliver it."

"Xue'er knows your martial soul will awaken tomorrow, so she specially wrote you a letter. Over there... though she has important duties to attend to, she has always kept you in her thoughts."

Ye Chen froze slightly and reached out to accept the letter.

It felt faintly cool in his hand, and the paper was fine and smooth.

"A letter from Sister Xiaoxue..."

Ye Chen unfolded the letter, and elegant handwriting came into view.

The letter did not contain much. It mainly wished Ye Chen a smooth martial soul awakening.

As for Qian Renxue's own situation in the Heaven Dou Empire, she did not mention a single word, merely saying, "All is well, do not worry."

"Sister Xiaoxue... always thinks too much." Ye Chen gently folded the letter and carefully placed it back in its envelope.

"Xue'er is a thoughtful child, and the burden she carries is heavy as well." Qing Luan Douluo sighed softly, looking out the window as though his gaze could pierce the vast distance and see the girl hidden within Heaven Dou.

"She remembered something so important to you and specifically sent a letter. It's enough that you understand what's in her heart."

"Mm."

Ye Chen nodded and carefully tucked the envelope beside his pillow.