Thousand-Year Spirit Ring! Two Purples!

Successor to the God position!

After waiting for so many years, the Angel clan had waited for so many years, and finally, the moment had arrived!

In the mind of Qian Daoliu, the adorable little face of his granddaughter, Qian Renxue, instantly surfaced.

Today, Xue'er had awakened her martial soul.

It was a god-level martial soul, the Six-Winged Angel!

Even more unprecedented, she possessed an Innate Full Soul Power of level twenty!

Besides her, who else could possibly be worthy of the five words "successor to the God position"?

It must be Xue'er!

Qian Daoliu was trembling all over with excitement; he kowtowed respectfully once more, his voice trembling as he asked:

"Respected Angel God, is the person you speak of my granddaughter, Qian Renxue?"

The golden light within the hall seemed to pause for a fleeting moment.

That sacred and majestic voice resonated once again, devoid of even a shred of emotion.

"Negative."

The two words were light as a feather, yet they struck Qian Daoliu's heart like a ten-thousand-pound hammer.

The ecstasy on his face froze instantly.

"Not Xue'er?"

Qian Daoliu's mind buzzed, turning completely blank.

How could that be?

A Six-Winged Angel with innate level twenty power was a talent unparalleled in the entire history of the continent.

If it wasn't her, then...

Then who else could it be?!

A thought that terrified even him surged violently from the depths of his heart.

Could it be...

Could there be someone in this world with an even more outstanding Angel martial soul than Xue'er?

Could there be an Angel bloodline even purer and more powerful than the Six-Winged Angel?!

This was impossible!

Qian Daoliu's heart was in turmoil; he looked up urgently, wanting to press for an answer.

"Angel God, then who exactly is the successor..."

However, before he could finish his sentence, the ten thousand rays of golden light in the hall receded like a tide, and the massive statue of the Angel God returned to its usual stillness, as if everything that had just happened were merely an illusion.

The God did not answer him.

Silence, at times, is more terrifying than any answer.

Qian Daoliu knelt on the spot, feeling as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, a chill rushing from the soles of his feet straight to his crown.

The unknown was the greatest threat of all.

If a successor to the God position stronger than a Six-Winged Angel with innate level twenty power could not be grasped by the hands of the Angel clan, it would be a catastrophe!

His expression darkened, his eyes becoming incomparably grave.

A moment later, he slowly stood up, and the aura belonging to a Peerless Douluo returned to him.

"Come here!"

Two figures appeared in the hall as silently as ghosts, kneeling on one knee.

They were none other than the two Title Douluo of Martial Soul Hall, Snake Lance and Pufferfish.

"Grand Pontiff."

Qian Daoliu did not even look at them; his gaze remained fixed on the statue of the Angel God, his voice devoid of any warmth.

"Go and investigate."

"Search through the entire continent, every single martial soul awakening record from every branch hall."

"Any child newly registered with a powerful martial soul, regardless of origin or background, I want to know every detail about them."

"Especially... those with Angel-type martial souls!"

Snake Lance and Pufferfish felt a jolt in their hearts and replied in unison:

"Understood!"

At the same time, in the Far North.

Above the boundless ice field, a massive glacial lake was embedded like a sapphire.

On the lake's surface, a giant bird with an elegant physique and feathers that seemed to be formed from ice crystals circled at a low altitude.

It dove into the water and soared into the clouds by turns; with every beat of its wings, ripples spread through the surrounding space.

Water-Sky Beast.

An extremely rare soul beast that possessed water, ice, flight, and even a trace of spatial attributes.

Judging by its size and the aura it emitted, its age was around five thousand years.

Just as the Water-Sky Beast burst from the water again, preparing to enjoy the ice fish it had caught.

A ghostly blue cursor appeared above its head without warning.

The Water-Sky Beast was startled, instinctively sensing danger, and prepared to beat its wings to teleport.

However, it was already too late.

On a nearby ice cliff, the slender figure of a young boy stood silently.

He appeared to be only six or seven years old, dressed in thick animal hide, his short, neat blue hair fluttering slightly in the cold wind, his expression too calm for a child.

It was Lan.

This was his first soul skill, an auxiliary ability derived from his innate soul skill, "Devour."

Enemy Tracking.

Once marked, no matter how the target moved, they would have nowhere to hide.

Lan's eyes were as still as an ancient well as he lightly raised his right hand.

Hum!

A deep blue Shark Blade made of energy appeared in his hand out of thin air.

"Go."

He uttered the word softly.

The Shark Blade in his hand transformed into a streak of light, leaving his grasp at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

The streak of light traced a strange arc through the air, as if ignoring the distance of space itself.

Pfft—

Before the Water-Sky Beast could even let out a cry of agony, its body stiffened in mid-air; its massive bird head had been instantly pierced by the Shark Blade.

Its vitality faded rapidly.

Its enormous body crashed heavily onto the ice.

A deep purple soul ring slowly emerged from the corpse of the Water-Sky Beast.

The deep purple soul ring hovered silently above the Water-Sky Beast's body, emitting an eerie and powerful energy fluctuation.

Lan looked at the soul ring, his eyes calm.

His first soul ring had been taken from a thousand-year-old Demon Soul Great White Shark.

The soul skill he had obtained was exactly the "Enemy Tracking" he had just used.

Once marked by the energy Shark Blade, whether you fled to the heavens or the earth, you would have nowhere to hide—it was truly useful.

He was determined to obtain this second soul ring.

Swish—swish—

Two stunning figures appeared behind Lan almost simultaneously.

The woman on the left had long, emerald-green hair and a seductive figure, her dark green eyes carrying a hint of laziness and charm; she was the Ice Jade Empress Scorpion, Ice Empress.

The woman on the right wore a snow-white dress, her face peerless and her temperament cold and noble, like a fairy untouched by the mortal world; she was the Snow Empress.

"Lan'er!"

As soon as the Ice Empress saw the five-thousand-year-level deep purple soul ring, her beautiful brows furrowed immediately.

Her voice carried a hint of urgency and worry.

"This is a five-thousand-year Water-Sky Beast; its energy is incredibly violent, far exceeding the absorption limit for a soul master's second soul ring!"

"You are only six years old; this is too risky!"

The Snow Empress's cold gaze also fell upon the soul ring; though she did not speak, the concern in her eyes was self-evident.

Lan turned around to look at the two rulers of the snow region who had raised him.

He did not offer much explanation, simply meeting the Ice Empress's worried gaze and nodding firmly and slowly.

"Aunt Ice, I can do it."

Three words, steady and powerful.

Looking into Lan's deep, confident eyes—eyes that did not belong to a child—the Ice Empress swallowed the words that had reached her lips.

She understood this child; he never did anything he wasn't sure of.

The Snow Empress gently patted the Ice Empress on the shoulder and said softly:

"Ice, trust him."

Lan did not hesitate further; he sat cross-legged and channeled his soul power.

The deep purple soul ring seemed to be drawn by a force, transforming into a streak of light that instantly submerged into his body.