Third Martial Soul: Undead Angel

Ten-year-old Ye Guyi trudged across the mountains and plains. Her small, fair face was filthy, and her once-silky golden hair had long since lost its luster from going unwashed. Dust had matted it into a tangled mess.

After traveling for a day and a night, Ye Guyi gazed toward the Jingyang Mountains ahead, then lowered her head to look at the ancient map in her hand. "This should be the place... They say it was passed down by my ancestors. If our lineage ever truly reaches the end of the road, we can come looking for the treasure they left behind."

The Jingyang Mountains were the richest region in the Sun Moon Empire for mining rare metals. They were also the empire's largest Soul Beast forest after the Demon Forest.

The Sun Moon Empire's Soul Engineers came here to hunt Soul Beasts for Soul Rings and mine rare metals.

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

A mysterious space deep within the Jingyang Mountains.

The space was ten square meters in size, with a coffin at its center. The symbol of the former Spirit Hall was engraved on its surface, still faintly recognizable despite ten thousand years of weathering.

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

On the right was a golden longsword, its hilt carved in the shape of a Six-Winged Angel. Its wings were spread as if it might take flight at any moment.

The longsword remained sheathed, facing the scythe from across the coffin.

Just then, the coffin, sealed for ten thousand years, suddenly stirred.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

A dull knocking sounded from inside the coffin. The scythe whipped around, and a flash of its snow-white blade sliced the coffin cleanly apart, revealing what lay within.

Qin Chuan jolted upright. He stared at the pitch-black ceiling, then looked to his left at the scythe facing him and to his right at the longsword that was about to leap from its sheath.

"Ugh... Where am I?"

Qin Chuan was an ambitious young man from the twenty-first century. A traffic accident had transported him to the Douluo Continent.

He had started by crawling out of a coffin, giving him a strong sense of déjà vu—as if he were Chen Nan.

Qin Chuan cautiously climbed out of the coffin. The vast, sealed space held nothing but a scythe and a sword.

Just as Qin Chuan was wondering what was going on, a flood of memories that belonged to him suddenly surged into his mind.

Qin Chuan stood frozen in place. It took a long time for him to finish absorbing the memories.

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

The original owner of this body was named Qian Hanchuan. Ten thousand years ago, he had been Bibi Dong's younger son and Qian Renxue's younger brother—a family quite unlike the one Qin Chuan remembered.

On a moonless, stormy night, six-year-old Qian Hanchuan had gone to visit Qian Xunji, who had returned gravely injured. But what he saw became an image he would never forget: his mother, Bibi Dong, killed his father, Qian Xunji, and devoured him.

His young mind couldn't bear what had happened, and he was scared to death.

Afterward, Bibi Dong said that it was good he had died. But as the son who had inherited her Twin Martial Souls, Qian Hanchuan meant far more to her than her daughter Qian Renxue, who had inherited the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul.

Later, the battle between the three gods broke out.

Bibi Dong, the Rakshasa God, was killed by Tang San, who had become the Asura God. Qian Renxue's Angel God position was shattered, leaving her unable to break through Level 90 for the rest of her life.

With her exhausted body, Qian Renxue returned to Spirit Hall. She took her mother's remains and her brother's body, which had been preserved in Ten-Thousand-Year Ice, then sailed across the sea, leaving the Douluo Continent for the Sun Moon Continent in the west.

The later memories came from the Angel Holy Sword. This space had been opened by Qian Renxue herself, and only a descendant of her direct bloodline could unlock it.

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

After accepting all the memories, the transmigrated Qin Chuan looked at the Rakshasa Demon Scythe and the Angel Holy Sword before him, still finding it hard to believe.

After all, these two objects were no longer mere weapons. They were Divine Artifacts—artifacts that only a Deity could wield.

"The Douluo Continent... It looks like Tang San has already become a god. And I'm in the Sun Moon Empire. I wonder whether the Sun Moon Continent has made contact with the Douluo Continent yet—and what era this is."

As Qin Chuan puzzled over this, a string of cold electronic tones suddenly echoed in his mind.

"Ding-dong... Qian Hanchuan's soul has been detected as deceased. The Revenge and Hatred System is binding to you..."

"Hiss—"

Qin Chuan sucked in a sharp breath. "That's a pretty direct name for a system. The Revenge System."

After Qian Hanchuan had been scared to death, Qin Chuan—the original owner of this body—should have regained control of it before long. Who could have expected Bibi Dong to send someone to the Extreme North to retrieve Ten-Thousand-Year Ice and seal her son inside?

Only recently had the ice finally melted.

That was when Qin Chuan truly came back to life.

"Ding-dong. Binding complete. Divine Artifacts detected: the Rakshasa Demon Scythe and the Angel Holy Sword."

"Current Snow Hatred Value: 0/100."

"Host Qin Chuan. Martial Souls: Death Spider Emperor, Soul Devouring Spider Emperor. A new Third Martial Soul will now be created for you..."

As soon as the words fell, the Rakshasa Demon Scythe rose into the air, and the Angel Holy Sword flew from its sheath. With the system's help, they turned into purple and golden liquid, respectively, and flowed into Qin Chuan's body.

As the golden liquid entered him, Qin Chuan felt a sacred aura seep into his body. A colossal figure appeared behind him, so holy and inviolable that it inspired awe. Three pairs of immaculate wings lined its back.

In an instant, golden light illuminated the pitch-black cavern.

But when the purple liquid merged with the Six-Winged Angel—

A shocking transformation took place!

The Six-Winged Angel's sacred wings slowly turned gray, lifeless and heavy with death. Its body became a translucent blend of ashen white and dark purple. The six wings behind it were no longer smooth feathers, but "Soul Wings" woven from countless spirits.

"Ding-dong. Third Martial Soul, Undead Angel, successfully awakened!"

Qin Chuan was stunned. His new Third Martial Soul had formed when the Six-Winged Angel, created from the Angel Holy Sword, fused with the Rakshasa Demon Scythe and mutated.

The angel behind him had no pupils. Two points of burning purple soul fire filled its eyes. A gray robe covered its body, while black death energy and the stench of decay swirled around it, as if it had just crawled out of a grave.

Come to think of it, it suited Qin Chuan, who had just crawled out of a grave himself.

With a thought, Qin Chuan gripped the Rakshasa Demon Scythe in his hand, and a gray-gold Soul Ring lit up beneath his feet.

The new Third Martial Soul, the Undead Angel, could not absorb Soul Rings, but it possessed three heaven-defying skills.

First: Undead Roar.

Second: Resurrection of the Dead.

Third: Gate of Reincarnation.

With Undead Roar, the Undead Angel unleashed a roar that could shatter a Soul Master's soul.

Then, with Resurrection of the Dead, that person could be "brought back to life" as an undead. Such beings were known as living dead. They retained only a glimmer of consciousness and were under Qin Chuan's control.

Gate of Reincarnation.

This was the most powerful skill born from the fusion of the Rakshasa Demon Scythe and the Angel Holy Sword—and Qin Chuan's greatest trump card.

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

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

That way, there would be fewer strays like Tang San and Qin Chuan slipping through the cracks and disrupting the true course of history.

"System, how do I collect Snow Hatred Value? What happens when I reach a hundred?" Qin Chuan asked, puzzled.

"Ding-dong. Snow Hatred Value can be collected by killing Shrek Academy's students or people connected to it. The amount gained varies."

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

"The passage to the Second World?"

"The parallel world mentioned by the host's Blue Star in his previous life."

Qin Chuan's heart stirred. "Parallel time and space?!"

The system replied, "Time cannot be overturned. The dead belong to dust, and dust they shall become. Even a God King cannot reverse the future from the very source of time."

"To make up for the regret of the past, this system has connected to a world in a parallel time and space. As you take revenge in this world, you can collect Snow Hatred Value by killing anyone connected to Shrek Academy and travel to the parallel world to change the future course of Spirit Hall."

"So I'm going to make a bitter enemy of Shrek Academy," Qin Chuan said, taking a deep breath. In this era, opposing Shrek Academy meant facing more than just its students. Aside from powerful factions like the Sun Moon Empire, the Evil Soul Masters, and the Body Sect, even the three great empires had become dependent on Shrek Academy.

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

Then the system continued, "Since this is the system's first awakening, the host will receive one free trip to a parallel world."

"Yes/No."

"Please make your choice."

"Yes."

Suddenly, a clear voice rang out.

"May the Angel's Glory shine upon the earth. Ye Guyi, descendant of the Angel Lineage, requests an audience."

A moment later, there was a sharp click as the passage to the outside opened.

Ye Guyi walked in, her black hood pulled over her head to conceal her face.

But Ye Guyi's vision blurred. An inexplicable force swept her up. She immediately summoned her Martial Soul, and a pair of golden wings spread from her back.

Before she could even cry out, Ye Guyi vanished. The entire space disappeared with her.

Parallel Time and Space, Spirit Hall.

A full moon hung high overhead, and stars glittered in the sky.

Two "shooting stars" streaked across the heavens, flying rapidly toward Spirit Hall.

"Teacher, this is the list of children who awakened their Martial Souls across the continent this year. Among them, fifteen have Innate Soul Power of Level Five or higher..."

Hu Liena, with her short golden hair, was giving her report.

Bibi Dong was soaking in a warm bath. Her long purple hair floated on the surface like seaweed as she rested with her eyes closed.

Suddenly, Bibi Dong's eyes flew open, and she looked toward the window.

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

"Crash—crack!"

Killing intent flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes as she looked at the two unexpected figures in her spacious bath. One was a beautiful golden-haired girl who had already fainted. The other looked to be only six years old and was staring at her in a daze.

Just as Bibi Dong was about to strike, the child suddenly shouted, "Mom! I'm on your side!"