Second Martial Soul

Eastsea City, the Chen Family.

Blinding golden light cascaded down upon the earth, the sky abruptly turning gold as a terrifying golden dragon phantom roared and writhed in the heavens.

Several figures shot out from within the Chen Family. The strongest among them, a man with nine spirit rings flickering into view, stared at the midair with eyes full of shock.

"What terrifying phenomenon is this? What's happening? Why would such a dreadful omen appear?" The middle-aged man's gaze carried astonishment.

His eyes traced the source of the phenomenon, then his pupils suddenly contracted, and his entire form shot forward.

"Clan Master!" The several elders behind him looked on with surprise, unsure of what the Clan Master was doing.

But when their own gazes followed to the source of the phenomenon, they too rushed over in an instant.

"Not good—it's the Young Clan Master's room. Hurry and see what's happened to him!"

Inside the room at that moment, Chen Ye stared fixedly at the scene before him.

Ever since he finished writing in the diary, the Chronospace Diary had displayed the next passage:

[Recognition from more than three heroines has been obtained. Please write down the martial soul you wish to acquire.]

There were many powerful martial souls in this world, but the most powerful of them all was only one.

Chen Ye wrote down "Dragon God," but the next instant, those characters were rejected.

[No such creature has ever appeared in the world of Douluo Continent.]

[Please write down a martial soul or creature that has existed in the world of Douluo Continent.]

"It's not that I can't obtain it—it just doesn't exist..." Chen Ye was somewhat surprised.

The diary hadn't said it was impossible to obtain; it was simply that this creature didn't exist, so it couldn't be acquired yet.

Though both outcomes meant he couldn't get it, the meaning behind them was fundamentally different.

One was an inability to obtain; the other was an inability to obtain because it didn't exist.

Gazing at the diary in his hands, Chen Ye's eyes flickered slightly.

Aside from the Dragon God, the most powerful creatures in the world of Douluo Continent were only those two.

"The Silver Dragon King is currently in her complete form. Even if she's split into Gu Yue and Na'er, she's still in a complete state."

"Copying her directly is a bit dangerous. I'll copy the other one instead."

Chen Ye muttered to himself, then raised his hand and wrote down three characters: "Golden Dragon King."

As the three characters settled, the air before Chen Ye suddenly tore open, and a mirrored image appeared.

Within the image, time seemed to reverse. In a grand Divine Palace, a massive figure stood poised in the sky.

This figure was entirely wrapped in golden scale armor, its bloodthirsty and terrifying gaze sweeping wantonly around. It too carried the aura of a God King.

A dreadful roar rang out, and the dazzling golden dragon scales were steeped in terrifying killing intent.

Its palm lifted, and across from it stood a youth, quietly waiting.

The youth had white hair and an icy gaze. Behind him stood two others.

Chen Ye watched this scene in surprise. The creature in the image was clearly the Golden Dragon King.

And the setting behind it should be the time when the Golden Dragon King battled the God Realm.

The next moment, the diary suddenly halted. In the scene reflected by the diary—

Both the Golden Dragon King and the white-haired youth stood frozen, unmoving.

With their stillness, the entire body of the Golden Dragon King was abruptly yanked out. A terrifying blood-fiend force, combined with a sharp, piercing aura, spread wildly.

A horrifying phenomenon formed in the sky. Chen Ye stared dumbly at this sight, and then the entire room shattered with a crash.

But before this terrifying aura could fully radiate, the entire golden dragon was roughly dragged out and forcibly stuffed into Chen Ye's body.

A sharp, stabbing pain shot through him. Chen Ye wanted to curse, but before he could react, he felt a mark appear on his left hand.

"Damn it, Chronospace Diary—who taught you this way of fusing a martial soul? So rough!" Chen Ye panted heavily, cold sweat streaming down his face, but as he looked at his left hand, his eyes blazed with excitement.

The ruins of the room were suddenly pushed aside. A handsome middle-aged man rushed in. Seeing that his son was unharmed, he let out a long sigh of relief.

"Son, what's going on? What happened? And what was that terrifying phenomenon in the sky?"

The middle-aged man looked up at the sky. By now, the phenomenon in midair had slowly faded.

But that dreadful omen reflected in the heavens—not just the Chen Family, but every clan and powerful existence in all of Eastsea City had felt that terrifying presence.

Chen Ye glanced at his father, sensing the concern and worry in his eyes, and smiled:

"Nothing, Father. I just awakened my Second Martial Soul. That phenomenon was caused by the Second Martial Soul bursting forth."

Chen Ye's tone was calm, his demeanor utterly casual.

But as his words fell, the elders who had just arrived and Chen Father standing there all wore expressions of disbelief.

"The Young Clan Master awakened a Second Martial Soul? But what kind of Second Martial Soul could have such a terrifying effect?"

"That's right—didn't the Young Clan Master only have one martial soul when he awakened?"

"Maybe it's because this martial soul was too powerful to bear at the time, and now that he's just fused with a spirit soul, it's awakened."

The last words came from an elderly man with a somewhat aged voice, standing at the very center of the elders.

Hearing his words, the surrounding elders looked at him with a hint of admiration.

"So that's how it is, thank you for the guidance, Great Elder."

"I see. I wonder what kind of Martial Soul the Young Clan Master has awakened?"

"Grandfather." Chen Ye called out to the elder at the head, and the old man smiled and nodded at him.

"Good child, let Old Man see what Martial Soul you've awakened. To cause such a heaven-shaking phenomenon, this Martial Soul must be extremely powerful!"

Seeing the expressions of his grandfather and the elders, Chen Ye did not delay. He slowly raised his hand.

In an instant, his left hand transformed into a Bright Golden dragon claw, and behind him, a massive golden dragon shadow appeared.

At the same time as the golden dragon shadow descended, a Bright Golden soul ring materialized.

There was a clear distinction between gold and yellow; the golden soul ring radiated Bloodline Power.

Chen Ye's eyes flickered as he looked at his soul ring, sensing the soul skill within it, a trace of surprise in his gaze.

This was not the soul skill of the Blood Essence Soul Ring that Tang Wulin possessed, but a completely different one.

This First Soul Skill was called Golden Dragon Blast, a terrifyingly lethal offensive skill.

Chen Ye's gaze fell on his left hand, feeling the terrifying power and sharpness emanating from the dragon claw.

But the surrounding elders suddenly scattered, and several of them directly raised their hands, their Martial Soul auras spreading wildly to conceal the state of things around them.