Douluo: Martial Soul Black Hole, Inheriting the God of Destruction at the Start

Douluo: Martial Soul Black Hole, Starting with the Inheritance of the Destruction God

Author: Kuangbiao de Xianyu

Synopsis:

Yang Ziyuan transmigrated to the Douluo Continent, born into a family of Spirit Douluos.

Looking at the Black Hole Martial Soul in his hand and the god position of the Destruction God King, Yang Ziyuan smiled.

"In this world, it might not be impossible for the surname to be Yang!"

Relying on the advantage of his foresight, he snatched immortal herbs, stepped on the Seven Devils, and led his family to the pinnacle!

-08-10 17:33:29 Author: Kuangbiao de Xianyu

Douluo Continent, Vast Sea City, Yang Family.

A middle-aged man was pacing back and forth incessantly, while the painful screams of a woman drifted continuously from the room.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man's face was filled with anxiety and unease.

"Tianyu, calm down. You can't help with childbirth, so being anxious is useless!"

"Dad, I understand the logic, but Ling'er, she..."

Before Yang Tianyu could finish his sentence, the room door was pushed open.

"Congratulations, Master, congratulations, Master! The Madam has given birth to a young master for you!"

Hearing this, Yang Tianyu's eyes lit up abruptly, and he hurriedly strode toward the room.

"Ling'er, Ling'er, you've worked hard!"

As soon as Yang Tianyu entered the room, he saw the woman lying on the bed, her forehead covered in dense beads of sweat.

Seeing this, he quickly grabbed a towel from the side and gently wiped the woman's forehead.

"Brother Yu, I'm fine. Where is the child?"

Shui Ling'er smiled weakly, then shifted her gaze to the infant behind Yang Tianyu.

Yang Tianyu hurriedly picked up the child and placed him beside Shui Ling'er.

"Madam, the child is very healthy, it's a son!"

Looking at the chubby little guy beside her, Shui Ling'er's eyes immediately narrowed into slits, revealing a radiant smile.

"Brother Yu, give our child a name!"

"A name? How about Yang Ziyuan?"

Yang Tianyu frowned, pondered for a moment, and then spoke.

"Yang Ziyuan? A good name!"

After hearing this, a trace of fatigue appeared on Shui Ling'er's face, and she soon drifted off to sleep.

Seeing this, Yang Tianyu picked up his son and retreated outside.

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, six years had passed.

Six-year-old Yang Ziyuan was already about 1.5 meters tall and was growing increasingly adorable.

At this moment, he was lying in front of the window looking at the scene outside, his pair of round, rolling eyes flashing with a spirited light.

"Sigh, I never thought I would actually transmigrate to the Douluo Continent!"

That's right, he was a transmigrator!

However, fortunately, his luck was good, and he had transmigrated into a family of Spirit Douluos.

His grandfather, Yang Wuhui, possessed the Chixiao Blade Martial Soul and had level 83 spirit power; he was the strongest combat force in the entire Yang Family!

At this time, shouldn't the others be awakening their martial souls?

Thinking of this, he was also very much looking forward to what kind of martial soul he would be able to awaken.

"Bang, bang, bang!!!"

"Ziyuan, open the door quickly!"

Just then, the room door was suddenly knocked, and Yang Ziyuan immediately opened it to see a gentle and beautiful woman standing outside.

"Mom, are you looking for me?"

"You child, have you forgotten that today is the day for your martial soul awakening? Your grandfather and the others are already waiting for you in the secret chamber, let's go quickly!"

After Shui Ling'er finished speaking with a smile, she led Yang Ziyuan outside.

Yang Family, underground secret chamber.

At this moment, the high-ranking members of the Yang Family were all gathered here; they were all Yang Ziyuan's uncles.

"Dad, everyone has arrived."

Seeing that everyone was present, Yang Tianyu spoke up.

Hearing this, Yang Wuhui nodded.

"Let's begin!"

"Understood!"

Hearing this, Yang Tianyu responded respectfully.

"Ziyuan, stand on the Hexagram Array! Don't be afraid, close your eyes and feel the martial soul within you!"

"Mm, I understand."

Yang Ziyuan replied, then walked onto the Hexagram Array and stood in the center of the formation.

As Yang Ziyuan stepped up, the Hexagram Array suddenly emitted a strange ripple, and a golden energy barrier instantly enveloped him.

Before long, he felt a warm force inside his body gathering toward his right hand.

Suddenly, he felt an invisible gravitational pull, as if a powerful force was gestating in his right hand.

When he opened his eyes, a black vortex was hovering right in his palm.

Is this my martial soul?

He had imagined his martial soul might be the Chixiao Blade, or perhaps the handsome long spear belonging to his father, Yang Tianyu, or even the Tidal Orb of his mother, Shui Ling'er. But he had never expected that his martial soul would actually be a black hole!

Could it be that he wasn't their biological son?

Just as his mind began to wander, the murmurs of the crowd pulled him back to reality.

"Why is Xiaoyuan's martial soul such a strange vortex? But then again, what kind of martial soul is this? Does it have any combat power?"

"I don't know, this is the first time I've ever seen one."

"I suspect Xiaoyuan's martial soul must have mutated!"

"Mutated? I hope it's a positive mutation! Otherwise, this would be too cruel for the little guy!"

Listening to the surrounding discussions, Yang Wuhui's brows furrowed tightly.

A mutated martial soul? Is it the same as mine?

"Quiet!"

Hearing the old man speak, the crowd immediately fell silent, not daring to say another word.

Seeing this, Yang Wuhui took a deep breath and said slowly, "Ziyuan, come here to Grandfather!"

Yang Ziyuan was slightly stunned at the sight, then walked over to Yang Wuhui's side.

"Ziyuan, tell Grandfather, what is this martial soul of yours?"

"Grandfather, my martial soul is a black hole!"

"A black hole? Does it have any function?"

"It can absorb everything! However..."

"However what?"

Seeing his grandson hesitating, Yang Wuhui couldn't help but ask.

Hearing this, Yang Ziyuan hesitated for a moment before continuing, "It seems to have also granted me a soul skill!"

"A soul skill? Use it and let Grandfather see!"

Hearing this, Yang Wuhui's eyes lit up.

Although he was only a Douluo, his vision was quite sharp.

At this moment, a bold idea rose in his heart.

Yang Ziyuan responded, then activated his soul skill.

In an instant, a wave of gravity erupted from his body.

"Hahaha!!!"