Douluo: Black Hole Martial Soul, Inheriting the God of Destruction
Author: Kuangbiao de Xianyu
Synopsis:
Yang Ziyuan was transported to the Douluo Continent and born into a family with a Soul Douluo.
Looking at the Black Hole Martial Soul in his hand and the divine position of the Destruction God King, Yang Ziyuan smiled.
"This world might just end up belonging to the Yang Family!"
Relying on his advantage of knowing what was to come, he snatched Immortal Herbs, trampled the Shrek Seven Monsters, and led his family to the peak!
On the Douluo Continent, in Vast Sea City, there was the Yang Family.
A middle-aged man paced back and forth as cries of pain kept coming from the room.
His face was full of worry and unease.
"Tianyu, calm down. There's nothing you can do to help with childbirth. Worrying won't help!"
"Dad, I understand, but Ling'er..."
Before Yang Tianyu could finish speaking, the door opened.
"Congratulations, Master! Your wife has given birth to a young master!"
At this, Yang Tianyu's eyes lit up. He hurried toward the room.
"Ling'er, Ling'er, sorry for the trouble!"
As soon as Yang Tianyu entered, he saw his wife lying on the bed, her forehead covered in sweat.
He quickly grabbed a towel from the side and gently wiped her forehead.
"Brother Yu, I'm fine. Where's the baby?"
Shui Ling'er smiled weakly, then turned her gaze to the baby behind Yang Tianyu.
Yang Tianyu hurriedly picked up the child and placed him beside Shui Ling'er.
"My dear, the baby's healthy. It's a boy!"
Shui Ling'er looked at the chubby little fellow beside her, her eyes narrowing into slits as a radiant smile spread across her face.
"Brother Yu, let's give our child a name!"
"A name? How about Yang Ziyuan?"
Yang Tianyu furrowed his brow and thought for a moment before answering.
"Yang Ziyuan? What a lovely name!"
Hearing this, Shui Ling'er's face showed a trace of fatigue. She soon fell asleep.
Yang Tianyu picked up his son and left the room.
Time flew by, and six years passed in the blink of an eye.
Six-year-old Yang Ziyuan was already around five feet tall, and growing cuter by the day.
He was now leaning against the window, gazing outside with bright, lively eyes.
"Who would've thought I'd end up in the Douluo Continent!"
That's right, he was a transmigrator!
Luckily, he'd been fortunate enough to be born into a family with a Soul Douluo.
His grandfather, Yang Wuhui, had the Chixiao Blade Martial Soul and Soul Power of level 83. He was the Yang Family's strongest fighter!
At this point in time, the other party should be awakening his Martial Soul, right?
Thinking of this, Yang Ziyuan was filled with anticipation about what kind of Martial Soul he would awaken.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
"Ziyuan, open the door!"
Just then, someone knocked on the door. Yang Ziyuan immediately opened it and saw a gentle, beautiful woman standing outside.
"Mom, did you need me?"
"You silly boy, did you forget that today's the day you awaken your Martial Soul? Your grandfather and the others are already waiting for you in the secret chamber. Hurry up!"
Shui Ling'er smiled, then led Yang Ziyuan outside.
The Yang Family's underground chamber.
All the Yang Family's elders had gathered there. They were all Yang Ziyuan's uncles.
"Dad, everyone's here."
Once everyone had gathered, Yang Tianyu spoke up.
Yang Wuhui nodded.
"Let's begin!"
"Of course!"
Yang Tianyu answered respectfully.
"Ziyuan, stand on the Hexagram Array! Don't be afraid. Close your eyes and sense the Martial Soul inside you!"
"Okay, I understand."
Yang Ziyuan answered, then stepped onto the Hexagram Array and stood at its center.
As soon as he stepped onto it, the Hexagram Array radiated a strange energy. A golden energy barrier instantly enveloped him.
Before long, he felt a warm current gathering in his body and flowing toward his right hand.
Suddenly, he felt an invisible force pulling at him, as if a powerful energy were taking shape in his right hand.
When he opened his eyes, a black vortex was floating in his hand.
"Is this my Martial Soul?"
He'd thought his Martial Soul might be the Chixiao Blade, or his dad Yang Tianyu's handsome spear. At worst, it could've been his mother Shui Ling'er's Tidal Orb. But he'd never imagined his Martial Soul would be a black hole!
Could he really be their child?
As he was lost in thought, the crowd's discussion brought him back to his senses.
"How come Little Yuan's Martial Soul is a strange vortex? Come to think of it, what kind of Martial Soul is it? Is it any good in a fight?"
"I don't know. I've never seen one before."
"I guess Little Yuan's Martial Soul must have mutated!"
"Mutated? Let's hope it's a beneficial mutation. Otherwise, that would be far too cruel for the little fellow!"
As Yang Wuhui listened to the crowd's discussion, his brow furrowed tightly.
A Mutated Martial Soul? Like mine?
"Silence!"
At the old master's command, everyone immediately fell quiet, not daring to say another word.
Yang Wuhui took a deep breath and spoke slowly. "Ziyuan, come here to your grandfather!"
Yang Ziyuan paused in surprise, then walked over to Yang Wuhui.
"Ziyuan, tell Grandpa. What kind of Martial Soul is this?"
"Grandpa, my Martial Soul is a black hole!"
"A black hole? What can it do?"
"It can absorb anything! But..."
"But what?"
Seeing his grandson hesitate, Yang Wuhui couldn't help asking.
Yang Ziyuan hesitated for a moment before continuing. "It seems to have given me a Soul Skill, too!"
"A Soul Skill? Show Grandpa!"
Yang Wuhui's eyes lit up at those words.
Although he was only a Soul Douluo, he was no novice.
A bold idea sprang into his mind.
Yang Ziyuan answered, then activated his Soul Skill.
In an instant, a force of gravity burst out from his body.
"Hahahaha!!!"
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