Third Martial Soul: Undead Angel

Ten-year-old Ye Guyi trudged through the mountains and rivers with difficult steps, her fair little face dirty and grimy, her once-smooth golden hair long since losing its luster from going unwashed for so long, tangled into messy knots by dust.

After a day and night of travel, Ye Guyi gazed ahead at the Jingyang Mountains, then lowered her head to look at the ancient map in her hand: "It should be here... According to what my ancestors passed down, if our branch ever reaches the point of utter desperation, we can seek out the treasure left by our forebears."

The Jingyang Mountains, the most abundant region for rare metal development within the Sun Moon Empire, were also the second-largest soul beast forest in the empire, second only to the Demon Forest.

Soul engineers of the Sun Moon Empire would come here to hunt soul beasts for soul rings and mine rare metals.

Ye Guyi took a deep breath, pulled her black hood lower, and slipped into the forest under cover of night, hurrying toward the location marked on the map.

A mysterious space deep within the Jingyang Mountains.

This space measured ten square meters, with a coffin placed at its center. The surface of the coffin was engraved with the emblem of the former Martial Soul Hall, still discernible even after ten thousand years of weathering.

To the left of the coffin stood a dark purple scythe, its snow-white blade gleaming faintly in the darkness.

To the right was a golden longsword, its hilt carved in the shape of a Six-Winged Angel, wings spread as if about to take flight at any moment.

The sword was locked in its sheath, standing in stark opposition to the scythe.

It was at this moment that the coffin, sealed for ten thousand years, suddenly stirred.

"Thump... thump... thump..."

A low knocking sound came from within the coffin. The scythe spun sharply, a flash of white light slicing through the air, and the long-sealed coffin was cleaved open entirely, revealing its interior.

Qin Chuan sat up with a start, looking up at the pitch-black ceiling, then at the scythe facing him on the left, and the sword on the right, nearly drawn from its sheath.

"Ugh... Where am I?"

Qin Chuan, an ambitious youth of the twenty-first century, had crossed over to the Douluo Continent after a traffic accident.

Starting out by climbing out of a coffin gave him a strong sense of déjà vu, like Chen Nan.

Qin Chuan carefully crawled out of the coffin. The empty, enclosed space held nothing but a scythe and a sword.

Just as Qin Chuan was puzzled, a sudden surge of memories belonging to him flooded his mind.

Qin Chuan stood frozen in place for a long time before the memories were fully absorbed.

"So that's how it is..."

This body's original owner was named Qian Hanchuan, ten thousand years ago the youngest son of Bibi Dong and the younger brother of Qian Renxue, a stark contrast to the Qian Renxue family Qin Chuan remembered.

On a dark, windy night, six-year-old Qian Hanchuan planned to visit his severely injured father, Qian Xunji, only to witness a scene he would never forget—his mother, Bibi Dong, killing his father, Qian Xunji, and devouring him.

His young heart couldn't handle it, and he was scared to death on the spot.

Afterward, though Bibi Dong said it was good that he died, this son, who had inherited her Twin Martial Souls, held far more weight in her heart than her daughter, Qian Renxue, who had inherited the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul.

Then came the battle of the three gods.

The Rakshasa God, Bibi Dong, was killed by Tang San, who had become the Asura God. The Angel God, Qian Renxue, had her divine throne shattered, forever unable to break through level ninety.

Qian Renxue dragged her weary body back to the Martial Soul Hall, took her mother and her brother's body, preserved in ten-thousand-year-old ice, and sailed across the sea, leaving the Douluo Continent to live in the western Sun Moon Continent.

The subsequent memories came from the Angel Holy Sword. This space, personally created by Qian Renxue, could only be opened by those with direct bloodline ties.

"Rakshasa Demon Scythe... Angel Holy Sword..."

After absorbing all the memories, Qin Chuan, who had crossed over, looked at the Rakshasa Demon Scythe and the Angel Holy Sword before him, feeling a sense of unreality.

After all, these two items could no longer be called weapons—they were divine artifacts, artifacts that only gods could wield.

"Douluo Continent... It seems Tang San has already become a god, and now I'm in the Sun Moon Empire. I wonder if the Sun Moon Continent has made contact with the Douluo Continent yet, and what era this is?"

Just as Qin Chuan was pondering, a series of cold, electronic sounds echoed in his mind.

"Beep... Detected that Qian Hanchuan's soul has died. The Revenge System is now binding with you..."

"Hiss—"

Qin Chuan sucked in a sharp breath: "That system name is direct enough—Revenge System."

Back then, Qian Hanchuan was scared to death. Not long after, Qin Chuan, the original owner of this body, would have regained control, but who would have thought Bibi Dong would send people to the Extreme North to fetch ten-thousand-year-old ice to seal her son away?

Only recently had the ice melted.

Only then did Qin Chuan truly awaken.

"Beep, binding successful. Detected divine artifact Rakshasa Demon Scythe, divine artifact Angel Holy Sword."

"Current Snow Hatred Value: 0/100."

"Host Qin Chuan, Martial Souls: Death Spider Emperor, Soul Devouring Spider Emperor. Now establishing a new third Martial Soul for you..."

As the words fell, the Rakshasa Demon Scythe before him rose from the ground, and the Angel Holy Sword unsheathed. With the system's help, they transformed into purple liquid and golden liquid, respectively, merging into Qin Chuan's body.

As the golden liquid entered, Qin Chuan felt a sacred aura integrate into him. A massive figure appeared behind him, holy and inviolable, with three pairs of six pure white wings neatly arranged on its back.

Instantly, the dark cave was illuminated by golden light.

But when the purple liquid merged into the Six-Winged Angel...

A shocking change occurred!

The Six-Winged Angel's pure white wings slowly turned gray, lifeless and heavy. The angel's body became a translucent, ghastly white and dark purple, and the six wings behind it were no longer smooth feathers but "soul wings" woven from countless dead souls.

"Beep, third Martial Soul, Undead Angel, awakened successfully!"

Qin Chuan was shaken to his core. His third martial soul had transformed from the Angel Holy Sword into a Six-Winged Angel fused with the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, mutating into something new.

Behind him, the angel's eyes were pupil-less, two points of burning purple soul fire filling the irises. It was draped in a gray robe, surrounded by black death qi and a putrid aura, as if it had just crawled out of a grave.

Not to mention, it matched Qin Chuan, who had also just crawled out of a grave, quite well.

With a thought, Qin Chuan gripped the Rakshasa Demon Scythe tightly, and a gray-gold soul ring lit up beneath his feet.

The new third martial soul, Undead Angel, could not absorb soul rings, but possessed three heaven-defying skills.

First: Undead Roar.

Second: Resurrection of the Dead.

Third: Gate of Reincarnation.

Undead Roar—the Undead Angel lets out a roar that can shatter a soul master's soul.

Combined with Resurrection of the Dead, it can then "resurrect" that person into an undead being. Such beings are collectively called the living dead, retaining only a spark of consciousness, driven by Qin Chuan's will.

Gate of Reincarnation.

The most powerful skill born from the fusion of the Rakshasa Demon Scythe and the Angel Holy Sword, and also Qin Chuan's greatest reliance.

In a sense, Qin Chuan could only use Undead Roar and Resurrection of the Dead.

The third skill, Gate of Reincarnation, would only become the key to reshaping the entire world, even the universe, after Qin Chuan became a god, creating "reincarnation."

This would thus reduce the chances of fish slipping through the net like Tang San and Qin Chuan, who could exploit loopholes and disrupt the true course of history.

"System, how do I collect this Snow Hatred Value, and what does it do once I reach a hundred?" Qin Chuan asked in confusion.

"Ding-dong. Snow Hatred Value is collected by killing students of Shrek Academy or those related to them. Killing them yields varying amounts of Snow Hatred Value."

"When Snow Hatred Value reaches one hundred, the passage to the Second World will open."

"The Second World's passage?"

"The parallel world that your previous host from Blue Star mentioned."

Qin Chuan's heart stirred: "Parallel Time and Space?!"

The system replied: "Time cannot be overturned. The dead return to dust. Even a God King cannot reverse the future from the source of time."

"To make up for the regrets of that year, this system connects to a parallel time and space. While you take revenge in this world, you can collect Snow Hatred Value by killing anyone related to Shrek Academy, and then travel to the parallel time and space to rewrite the future of Martial Soul Hall."

"So it seems I'm going to offend Shrek Academy to the death." Qin Chuan took a deep breath. To be an enemy of Shrek Academy in this era, unless backed by powerful forces like the Sun Moon Empire, the Evil Soul Masters, or the Body Sect, the other three empires had essentially become vassals of Shrek Academy.

"I've decided. Once I get out, I'll join the Sun Moon Empire!" Qin Chuan made his decision.

Then, the system continued: "Since the system is awakening for the first time, it will gift the host one free trip to a parallel world."

"Yes/No."

"Please make your choice, host."

"Yes."

Suddenly, a crisp voice rang out.

"Angel's glory, illuminate the earth. Ye Guyi, descendant of the angel lineage, requests an audience."

Immediately after, with a crack, the passage to the outside world opened.

Ye Guyi, wearing a black hood and concealing herself within it, stepped inside.

However, Ye Guyi only felt a blur before her eyes, and an inexplicable suction force swept her up. She summoned her martial soul at once, a pair of golden wings spreading from her back.

Soon, without even letting out a cry, Ye Guyi vanished from the spot, and the entire space ceased to exist.

Parallel Time and Space, Martial Soul Hall.

Above, the full moon hung high, stars shining brightly.

Two "meteors" streaked across the sky, flying rapidly toward Martial Soul Hall.

"Teacher, this is the list of children who underwent martial soul awakening across the continent this year. Among them, fifteen have Innate Soul Power of level five or above..."

Hu Liena, with her short golden hair, was reporting.

Bibi Dong was soaking in the warm bath, her purple hair floating on the water like algae, her eyes closed in rest.

Suddenly, Bibi Dong's eyes snapped open, and she stared out the window.

A sharp explosion tore through the silence as the glass shattered.

"Crash—crack!"

Killing intent flickered in Bibi Dong's eyes as she looked at the two people who had inexplicably appeared in the spacious bath. One was a delicate-looking golden-haired girl who had already fallen unconscious, while the other, a child who appeared only six years old, was staring at her with a dazed expression.

Just as Bibi Dong was about to strike, the child suddenly shouted, "Mom! It's me!"