[Please support the book by reading to the end. I believe you'll enjoy it. The Martial Soul in this book isn't the Rainbow Dragon; it's the Dragon God's Wife. That's its name: the Dragon God's Wife.]
[The Dragon God won't appear often in this book, and in the end, the author will give him a fitting conclusion. The ending has already been decided. The story itself will be very exciting. Not every chapter may be satisfying, but as you keep reading, there will definitely be plenty of satisfying moments. As for whether you read with your brain switched on, that's up to you, dear readers.]
At the top floor of the Spirit Pagoda Headquarters was a private Awakening Room.
Unlike the ordinary Awakening Rooms outside, which were noisy and crammed with children waiting to awaken their Martial Souls, this room was quiet. Pale-blue soul-conducting crystals were even embedded in the walls, making the place look incredibly luxurious.
Leng Yaozhu stood beside the awakening array. Her fiery red dress accentuated her graceful, tall figure, and her waist-length red hair fell like a waterfall. Her features were as lovely as jade, and her temperament blazed like fire.
Even in this quiet room, the innate nobility and domineering air about her were undiminished, as if she had been born to stand above all others.
She turned her head slightly and looked at the small figure beside her. Her usually sharp gaze softened in an instant.
"Yi'er, don't be afraid. Your godmother's here."
A hint of tenderness crept into her voice as she reached out and gently stroked Cheng Duoyi's white hair.
Cheng Duoyi lifted his head, revealing a pale little face.
He had just turned six. His frame was much thinner and weaker than that of other children his age, but his eyes were especially bright, as clear as a pool of autumn water.
He coughed softly twice, his voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz. "Godmother, I'm not afraid. I'm just a little cold."
As he spoke, he instinctively edged closer to Leng Yaozhu and clutched her clothes tightly in his little hand. The sight of him was so pitiful that it made her heart ache.
"Silly child." Leng Yaozhu sighed and drew him into her arms. A warm current of Light Attribute Soul Power flowed from her palm into Cheng Duoyi's body.
Cheng Duoyi obediently nestled against her, without a single inappropriate thought despite being pressed against her soft body.
The Spirit Master presiding over the awakening ceremony was an elderly man with white hair. He was one of the most senior Spirit Masters in the Spirit Pagoda, and even Leng Yaozhu had to show him some respect.
He bowed respectfully to Leng Yaozhu. "Vice Pagoda Master, may we begin?"
"Go ahead." Leng Yaozhu nodded and led Cheng Duoyi to the center of the awakening array.
Cheng Duoyi stood in the middle of the array. Against its vast expanse, his little figure looked especially frail.
He closed his eyes and followed the Spirit Master's instructions, relaxing his body and sensing the dormant power within him.
The Spirit Master formed hand seals and chanted under his breath.
As his incantation continued, the awakening array on the floor slowly lit up.
Golden patterns stretched toward Cheng Duoyi from every direction, eventually converging beneath his feet. A warm power surged in through his soles, flowing slowly along his meridians before rushing upward.
Just then, an unexpected change occurred.
Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple, gold, and silver light swirled around Cheng Duoyi like a rainbow, forming a massive cocoon of light that enveloped him completely.
"This is..." The old Spirit Master's eyes widened, shock written all over his face. "Nine-Colored Light! I've presided over awakening ceremonies for so many years, and I've never seen anything like this!"
A look of astonishment gleamed in Leng Yaozhu's beautiful eyes.
She could clearly sense that the Nine-Colored Light contained an immense power, along with the aura of the Dragon Clan!
"Could it be... a top-tier dragon-type Martial Soul?" she murmured.
Dragon-type Martial Souls were among the most powerful on Douluo Continent. A dragon-type Martial Soul capable of summoning Nine-Colored Light had to be an extraordinarily rare one!
The Nine-Colored Light swirled for about fifteen minutes before gradually drawing back. All the light converged toward Cheng Duoyi's heart.
Right after that, Cheng Duoyi's Spirit Sea was born!
Within his Spirit Sea, a hazy figure slowly emerged.
Her face was impossible to make out. Countless tiny dragons circled around her, and a dignified, sacred aura radiated from her. Though she was inside the Spirit Sea, her aura leaked out for a brief instant.
Cheng Duoyi also awoke at that moment.
Damn, why did it feel like my body had been completely drained? I feel even weaker than before! Cheng Duoyi checked his condition and froze.
"What a powerful aura!" The old Spirit Master couldn't help taking a step back, his face full of awe. "This is definitely a top-tier Beast Martial Soul! And an extraordinarily rare top-tier dragon-type Martial Soul!"
A delighted smile appeared on Leng Yaozhu's face.
"The Rainbow Dragon! It must be the legendary Rainbow Dragon Martial Soul!" she exclaimed. "No, the description doesn't match the Rainbow Dragon Martial Soul. It could be the legendary Rainbow Dragon King Martial Soul. Quickly, test his Innate Soul Power!"
"Yi'er, how do you feel? Is your body feeling any better?"
Leng Yaozhu was so happy because Cheng Duoyi had been sickly since childhood. She hoped that awakening a top-tier Dragon Clan Martial Soul would improve his frail health.
The old Spirit Master hurriedly took out a Soul Power testing crystal and held it out in front of Cheng Duoyi.
However, just as Cheng Duoyi was about to reach out and touch the crystal,
his face suddenly turned pale.
He clutched his chest and began coughing violently. A mouthful of blood sprayed from his lips, splattering across the pristine floor.
"Yi'er!"
Leng Yaozhu's expression changed drastically. She rushed forward and gathered Cheng Duoyi into her arms.
She could clearly feel the life force in Cheng Duoyi's body draining away at an astonishing rate, like water gushing out of a barrel with a hole in it.
"What's going on?" Leng Yaozhu's voice trembled slightly. She looked at the old Spirit Master, her gaze filled with icy murderous intent. "What just happened?"
The old Spirit Master was terrified out of his wits and hurriedly shook his head. "I don't know! Vice Pagoda Master, I didn't do anything. The awakening ceremony went smoothly, and his Martial Soul awakened successfully. I don't know why this suddenly happened!"
Leng Yaozhu paid him no further attention.
Holding the unconscious Cheng Duoyi in her arms, she turned and sprinted outside.
She moved at the utmost speed, almost becoming a bolt of lightning, and vanished from the Awakening Room in an instant.
"Life Douluo! He's the only one who can save Yi'er!"
Life Douluo was a Rank 94 Titled Douluo with the top-tier Plant-type Martial Soul, the Ancient Life Tree. He was the only Titled Douluo in the Spirit Pagoda with a top-tier life-type Martial Soul.
Moments later, Leng Yaozhu rushed into Life Douluo's residence with Cheng Duoyi in her arms.
"Old Wood! Save Yi'er, quick!"
Life Douluo was sitting in the courtyard, drinking tea. Hearing Leng Yaozhu's voice, he looked up. When he saw the child in her arms, his aura faint, his expression grew grave as well.
He liked Cheng Duoyi too. Who could fail to love such an endearing child? Especially someone like him, who had no children of his own. He regarded Cheng Duoyi, an orphan, as half a grandson.
"Vice Pagoda Master, what happened? Why is Yi'er's aura so weak?"
As he asked, he reached out and placed his fingers on Cheng Duoyi's wrist.
At the same time, a gentle current of Soul Power flowed from his fingers into Cheng Duoyi's body as he carefully examined his condition.
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