The Escaped Golden Dragon King, Martial Soul Awakening!

"Then let's begin now, Grandpa." Jin Yan was clearly impatient and urged him on.

Seeing how eager his grandson was, Golden Crocodile stroked his beard, a smile flashing across his face.

"Alright. We'll awaken it in the Worship Hall. There's even a surprise waiting for you!"

With that, Golden Crocodile stepped forward and grabbed Jin Yan by the collar. The next moment, Jin Yan heard the wind howling past him.

Golden Crocodile Douluo shielded his grandson with Soul Power. Without even summoning his Martial Soul, he rose directly into the air and flew toward the Worship Hall at the highest point of Spirit City.

Countless stone steps had been built along the foot of the mountain beneath the Worship Hall. Even Titled Douluo had to climb them one step at a time to enter the hall. Yet Golden Crocodile Douluo carried Jin Yan straight up to the summit, only stopping before the massive pillars outside the Worship Hall's entrance.

After setting Jin Yan down, Golden Crocodile Douluo solemnly smoothed the wrinkles from his clothes. Only after seeing Jin Yan imitate him did he smile and step forward to push open the towering doors of the Worship Hall.

As Spirit Hall's most sacred place, the Worship Hall was not especially magnificent. Instead, it possessed a grand and imposing aura. Seven enormous pillars stood upright, and at the center directly opposite the entrance was an incomparably tall statue of the Angel God, its gender indiscernible. Its arms were spread wide, three pairs of wings unfurled behind it, and its expression was serene.

Beneath the Angel God statue, six figures sat quietly in meditation. Hearing the movement, they opened their eyes and swept their gazes toward the door. Even from such a distance, those looks made Jin Yan's hairs stand on end, as if he had been completely seen through. Fortunately, the gazes soon softened.

"Kid, don't be such a coward. They're just a few bigger ants. Stare them down!"

A domineering voice rang out in Jin Yan's mind, making his heart skip a beat.

"Shut up," he shouted inwardly.

"Yan, stop looking around. Let's go in."

Golden Crocodile Douluo led Jin Yan into the Worship Hall.

Among the Grand Pontiffs, the Fifth Grand Pontiff, Guangling Douluo, was the liveliest. Aside from his grandfather Golden Crocodile, he was also the Grand Pontiff Jin Yan knew best.

The moment Golden Crocodile and Jin Yan entered, Guangling could no longer hold himself back. His figure flashed, and he appeared before Jin Yan.

Guangling immediately pinched Jin Yan's cheek. He did not even need to squat down; merely bending slightly was enough to reach him.

"Little Yan Yan, were you just intimidated by my majestic presence?"

Guangling kept kneading Jin Yan's collagen-filled cheeks.

"Grandpa Guang, stop kneading them, stop," Jin Yan mumbled through gritted teeth.

"Guang Ling, stop fooling around." Beneath the Angel God statue, the Third Grand Pontiff, Qing Luan Douluo, dressed in azure robes, had already risen to his feet and spoke calmly.

Reluctantly, Guang Ling pulled his hand away from Jin Yan's face.

"Little Yan Yan, I hope you awaken high Soul Power.

Come on, I'll awaken your Martial Soul."

Hearing that, Jin Yan stood up straight and shouted in his mind, "Stop playing dead and get out here."

"What are you afraid of? After six years of transforming your body, your Martial Soul is definitely among the best on the continent. If I weren't merely a God King without a divine position, I could have even given you an additional ten levels of Soul Power!"

Within his sea of consciousness, the Golden Dragon King's several-zhang-long body lay coiled as he spoke arrogantly.

Back then, when the Golden Dragon King escaped from the God Realm, its origin had been damaged and it was seriously wounded. In its dazed state, it somehow entered the body of the newborn Jin Yan, surviving within him in the form of a soul.

To its satisfaction, Jin Yan's inherited family Martial Soul was the Golden Crocodile King, carrying the most supreme golden bloodline, rather than some nonsense involving all kinds of metal, wood, water, and fire attributes!

After all, it, the Golden Dragon King, was an ancestor-level existence among golden bloodlines. The two were perfectly compatible!

As Guangling Douluo circulated his Soul Power, Jin Yan felt an immense energy surge forth from within his body.

Golden light immediately flared around him!

"Roar!"

A roar resembling a dragon's cry rang out. Within the blinding golden radiance, a ferocious beast more than a zhang long emerged behind Jin Yan, radiating powerful dragon might.

At the same time, corresponding changes appeared on Jin Yan's body. Thick dragon scales grew layer upon layer across him, his dark eyes turned a dazzling golden yellow, and a heavy, majestic aura surged from his body.

"This is... a Martial Soul mutation!"

Seeing Jin Yan's Martial Soul mutate, even the normally steady Golden Crocodile Douluo could no longer remain seated. He instantly appeared before Jin Yan.

The other Grand Pontiffs all focused their attention on Jin Yan as well, examining his Martial Soul.

It was a Martial Soul with the overall shape of a crocodile, yet its entire body was covered in dragon scales. There was also a fist-sized bulge on its forehead, as though something were about to burst forth.

The dragon might, as deep as an abyss and as vast as a waterfall, was being released from its body.

Looking at this newly mutated Martial Soul and sensing its powerful energy fluctuations, Golden Crocodile let out a sigh of relief. His face twitched, and then he suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, a beneficial mutation!"

"Congratulations, Second Brother."

"Congratulations, Second Brother."

Seeing this, the Grand Pontiffs all offered their congratulations.

Everyone knew that Golden Crocodile Douluo's Golden Crocodile King Martial Soul was already the pinnacle among beast Martial Souls. It even surpassed the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, known as the world's number one beast Martial Soul. A beneficially mutated Martial Soul built upon that foundation was surely the true number one beast Martial Soul in the world, perhaps not much inferior even to a god-grade Martial Soul.

"Little Yan, tomorrow Grandpa will personally take you to the Star Dou Great Forest to hunt a Soul Ring!"

With the strength of everyone present, there was no need to test him with a Soul Power Crystal. A slight sweep of their spiritual power was enough to confirm that Jin Yan possessed Innate Full Soul Power.

"It seems Spirit Hall has produced another super genius. Once he grows up, at worst he'll become a Super Douluo!" The Third Grand Pontiff, standing with his hands behind his back, said with a smile.

"Hmph! Didn't Bibi Dong say those useless brats under her were Spirit Hall's Golden Generation?

Fine.

When the time comes, let them see that only the geniuses of our Worship Hall deserve to be called Spirit Hall's Golden Generation!" The hot-tempered Fourth Grand Pontiff spoke.

Grand Pontiff Qian Daoliu said nothing. He simply admired Jin Yan's Martial Soul, a smile appearing on his face.

"Once this child grows up, he will surely become Xiao Xue's greatest support!"

Feeling the powerful strength circulating within him, Jin Yan clenched his fist, a smile appearing on his face.

"Kid, don't get cocky. Your body has absorbed less than one percent of my origin so far. You can get proud after you've absorbed most of my origin power!"

Before Jin Yan could revel in it for long, the Golden Dragon King in his sea of consciousness could not resist pouring cold water on him.

Jin Yan did not mind at all. Instead, he asked, "You told me about your origins. Then can that escaped Silver Dragon King sense your aura?"

The question immediately stumped the Golden Dragon King. After pondering for a while, it said, "Probably not. Unless she investigates you face-to-face, or you use my power, you won't be exposed."

Jin Yan nodded, finally feeling reassured.

"Little Yan Yan, Grandpa Guangling prepared a gift for you. Want to guess what it is?"

At that moment, Guangling Douluo walked over and crouched down. Smiling, he kneaded Jin Yan's cheeks as he spoke.

"A Soul Bone?" Jin Yan guessed extravagantly.

"Little Yan Yan wants a Soul Bone? But I only have a few Soul Bones myself, so I don't have any extras for you right now. Guess again."

"A Soul Tool," Jin Yan guessed.

"That barely counts as correct."