Heir to the Divine Throne!
After waiting for so many years, the Angel Clan had finally gotten what they had been waiting for!
In an instant, Qian Daoliu's mind conjured up the adorable face of his granddaughter, Qian Renxue.
Today, Xue'er had awakened her Martial Soul.
A god-level Martial Soul, the Six-Winged Angel!
And, unprecedented in history, innate full Soul Power at level twenty!
Who else could possibly deserve the title "Heir to the Divine Throne"?
It had to be Xue'er!
Qian Daoliu trembled all over with excitement. He respectfully bowed again, then asked in a quavering voice:
"Respected Angel God, is the person you speak of my granddaughter, Qian Renxue?"
The golden light in the hall seemed to pause for a moment.
That sacred, majestic voice rang out again, devoid of the slightest trace of emotion.
"No."
The single, weightless word struck Qian Daoliu's heart like a ten-thousand-jun hammer.
The elation on his face froze at once.
"Not Xue'er?"
Qian Daoliu's mind buzzed, going utterly blank.
How could that be?
A level-twenty innate Six-Winged Angel was a talent unseen in the history of the entire continent.
If even she wasn't the one, then...
Who could it be?!
A thought that even sent a chill through him surged up 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?
Someone with an Angel Bloodline purer and more powerful than that of the Six-Winged Angel?!
Impossible!
Qian Daoliu's thoughts were thrown into disarray. He hurriedly looked up again, wanting to press for an answer.
"Angel God, then who exactly is the heir..."
But before he could finish asking,
the endless golden light in the hall receded like the tide, and the enormous Angel God Statue returned to its usual stillness, as if everything that had just happened were only an illusion.
The god had given him no answer.
Silence was sometimes more frightening than any answer.
Qian Daoliu knelt where he was, as if plunged into an icy cavern. A chill shot from the soles of his feet straight to his crown.
The unknown was the greatest threat of all.
If an heir to the Divine Throne stronger than a level-twenty innate Six-Winged Angel couldn't be brought under the Angel Clan's control, it would spell their doom!
His expression darkened, and his gaze grew unbearably grave.
A moment later, he slowly rose to his feet, the imposing aura of a Peerless Douluo returning to him.
"Guards!"
Two figures appeared soundlessly inside the hall, like ghosts, and dropped to one knee.
They were the Spirit Hall's two Titled Douluo, Snake Lance and Pufferfish.
"Grand Consecrated Elder."
Qian Daoliu didn't even look at them. His eyes remained fixed on the Angel God Statue, and his voice held not a trace of warmth.
"Investigate."
"Search the entire continent. Check the Martial Soul Awakening records of every branch hall."
"I want to know everything about any newly registered child with a powerful Martial Soul, regardless of their origins or background."
"Especially... Angel-type Martial Souls!"
Snake Lance and Pufferfish's hearts tightened. They answered in unison:
"Yes!"
At the same time, in the Far North.
A vast frozen plain stretched out beneath the sky, with a gigantic ice lake set into it like a sapphire.
A huge bird, graceful in shape and with feathers that seemed to be formed from ice crystals, circled low above the lake.
At times it plunged into the water; at others it soared into the clouds. With every beat of its wings, ripples spread through the surrounding space.
A Water-Sky Beast.
An exceedingly rare Soul Beast that possessed water, ice, and flight attributes, along with even a trace of space affinity.
Judging from its size and aura, it was around five thousand years old.
Just as the Water-Sky Beast burst out of the water again, ready to enjoy the ice fish it had caught,
a deep-blue tracking marker appeared above its head without warning.
The Water-Sky Beast jolted. Sensing danger on instinct, it tried to flap its wings and teleport away.
But it was already too late.
On an ice cliff not far away, a slender young boy stood quietly.
He looked only six or seven years old. He wore thick animal-hide clothing, and his neat, short blue hair fluttered lightly in the cold wind. His expression was far too composed for a child.
It was Lan.
This was his first Soul Skill, an auxiliary skill he had comprehended from his innate skill, Devour.
Enemy Tracking.
Once marked, no matter how the target moved, it would have nowhere to hide.
Lan's gaze was as still as an ancient well. He raised his right hand slightly.
Buzz!
A brilliant blue Shark Blade, formed of energy, appeared in his hand out of thin air.
"Go."
He softly uttered a single word.
The Shark Blade in his hand transformed into a streak of light and shot from his grasp at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow.
The streak carved an eerie arc through the air, as if ignoring the distance through space.
"Pfft—"
The Water-Sky Beast didn't even have time to cry out. Its body stiffened midair, its enormous bird head pierced through in an instant by the Shark Blade.
Its life rapidly ebbed away.
Its massive body crashed heavily onto the ice.
A deep-purple Soul Ring slowly emerged from the Water-Sky Beast's corpse.
The deep-purple Soul Ring hovered quietly above the Water-Sky Beast's corpse, radiating an eerie, powerful energy.
Lan gazed at the Soul Ring, his expression calm.
His first Soul Ring had come from a thousand-year Demon Soul Great White Shark.
The Soul Skill he had gained was the very "Enemy Tracking" he had just used.
Once marked by the energy Shark Blade, a target had nowhere to hide, whether it fled to the heavens or burrowed underground. It really was useful.
He was determined to claim this Second Soul Ring.
"Whoosh—whoosh—"
Two stunning figures appeared behind Lan almost simultaneously.
The woman on the left had long, emerald-green hair and a curvaceous figure. A hint of languor and allure shone in her dark-green eyes. She was the Ice Jade Empress Scorpion, Ice Empress.
The woman on the right wore a white dress as pristine as snow. Her beauty was peerless, and her bearing was cool and noble, like a celestial maiden untouched by the mortal world. She was Snow Empress.
"Lan'er!"
The moment Ice Empress saw the deep-purple Soul Ring, which belonged to a five-thousand-year Soul Beast, her lovely brows furrowed.
Her voice held a hint of urgency and worry.
"This is a five-thousand-year Water-Sky Beast! Its energy is incredibly violent, far beyond the limit a Soul Master can withstand when absorbing a Second Soul Ring!"
"You're only six years old. This is too dangerous!"
Snow Empress's cool gaze also fell on the Soul Ring. Though she said nothing, the concern in her eyes was plain to see.
Lan turned around to look at the two overlords of the snowy domain who had raised him.
He offered no lengthy explanation. Meeting Ice Empress's worried gaze, he simply nodded slowly and firmly.
"Aunt Bing, I can do it."
Three words, steady and resolute.
Looking into Lan's deep, confident eyes, so unlike a child's, Ice Empress swallowed the words on the tip of her tongue.
She knew this child. He never did anything he wasn't sure he could handle.
Snow Empress gently patted Ice Empress on the shoulder and said softly:
"Bing'er, trust him."
Lan didn't hesitate any longer. He sat cross-legged and circulated his Soul Power.
The deep-purple Soul Ring seemed to be drawn toward him. It turned into a streak of light and instantly entered his body.
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