Dream World! Qian Renxue Missing! Qian Renshuang Born!

Martial Soul Hall.

The annual Awakening Day.

Ying Chengfeng arrived at the Awakening Hall early.

He had already awakened his martial soul last year.

Furthermore, the one he awakened was a martial soul incapable of absorbing soul rings.

He came today mainly to watch Qian Renxue awaken her martial soul.

As the grandson of Azure Luan, seven-year-old Ying Chengfeng already possessed the face of a cold, aloof male god.

However, the moment he thought about what he was about to do, he felt a bit nervous.

That's right, he was preparing to do something that would deeply offend Martial Soul Hall!

Ying Chengfeng was a transmigrator from Blue Star who had been reborn in the womb.

Last year, he awakened a martial soul named [Dream Space].

This martial soul had only one use.

It could create an extremely realistic dream.

It was so realistic that one could even bring things conceived within the dream back to reality.

However, opening the dream required a prerequisite, and it could only be used once.

It required the cooperation of a soul master.

The higher the level of that soul master's martial soul, the more powerful the dream would be.

The items that could be brought out would also be more precious.

When it came to the level of martial souls, the God-Given Martial Soul, Six-Winged Angel, was the highest on the entire continent.

Ying Chengfeng's goal was to trick Qian Renxue into cooperating with him to open the dream.

At this moment, in front of the martial soul awakening stele.

Dressed in luxurious golden attire, Qian Renxue placed her hand on the awakening stele with a nervous expression.

Suddenly, a dazzling golden light nearly blinded everyone present.

The awakening stele was instantly flooded with soul power.

"Martial Soul: Six-Winged Angel! Innate soul power level 20!"

"Not just that, look at the quality of the martial soul; the bloodline purity is also very high!"

Sitting in the primary seat, the gloomy-looking Pope Qian Xunji also revealed a rare trace of joy.

"Good, good, good! This is the future of my Martial Soul Hall!"

"From this moment on, Qian Renxue is the new generation Saintess of Martial Soul Hall!"

After announcing this, Qian Xunji gave Qian Renxue a few words of encouragement to cultivate hard, then walked out of the Awakening Hall and returned to the secret chamber in his residence.

Having completed her awakening, Qian Renxue began to look around.

She seemed unable to find the person she wanted to see, and the joy of awakening her martial soul was mostly washed away.

Qian Renxue walked toward the door on her own.

Finally, she sat down beside a pillar at the entrance of the Pope Palace.

From day to night, she sat there quietly.

The night was very still.

Suddenly, a crisp, pleasant, and incredibly cheerful sound of a zither rang out.

Qian Renxue looked up and saw Ying Chengfeng sitting not far away, playing the zither.

"Why didn't you go practice your sword today?" Qian Renxue said with a hint of irritation.

"I'm practicing the zither for a change. Are you waiting for your mother?" Ying Chengfeng pressed down on the strings.

A trace of sorrow flashed across Qian Renxue's face. "Big Sister won't let me call her mother."

Ying Chengfeng walked toward her, took her hand, and said, "I'll take you to a place where your mother is. Do you want to go?"

Qian Renxue was stunned upon hearing this and hurriedly asked, "Where?"

"In a dream."

A mass of gray mist emerged from his palm.

The mist was very hazy, appearing both real and illusory, like a dream or a fantasy.

"Channel your soul power into it, just like when you tested your soul power."

Qian Renxue reached out her small left hand and touched the mist.

After she released her soul power into it, the two of them appeared in a silent space.

Everything here was gray and hazy.

A sword without an edge suddenly appeared in Ying Chengfeng's hand.

Though the blade was unsharpened, it still gave off an incredibly keen sensation.

"As expected of a god-level Dream World, it's marvelous!"

An expression of excitement appeared on Ying Chengfeng's face.

Qian Renxue, meanwhile, looked at him with confusion.

"Where is this?"

"The Dream World. Here, you can obtain whatever you desire," Ying Chengfeng explained.

"Then, what if I want her to like me a little more?"

Just as this thought crossed Qian Renxue's mind, a noble and elegant woman appeared within the Dream Space.

This person was none other than the former Saintess of Martial Soul Hall, Bibi Dong.

Yet, at this moment, Bibi Dong lacked her usual coldness; instead, she was incredibly gentle.

"Mother~" Qian Renxue looked at Bibi Dong, who was smiling tenderly at her, in disbelief.

Instantly, her eyes turned bright red.

Bibi Dong gently pulled her into an embrace.

The sensation was incredibly real; the voice and posture were identical.

It was just that the real person had never been this gentle.

However, to a six-year-old child, Qian Renxue could not even distinguish between truth and illusion.

Perhaps every child experiences something similar in their youth:

Even if they were scolded or beaten by their mother a minute ago, if she becomes gentle the next, the child will still rush into her arms.

Not far away, Ying Chengfeng watched this scene quietly.

He had exhausted countless brain cells to reconstruct the Martial Soul Hall within the Dream Space with a one-to-one ratio.

In truth, the Bibi Dong from just a moment ago was also a figment of Ying Chengfeng's imagination.

Qian Renxue had no ability to control anything here.

Ying Chengfeng took one last look at Qian Renxue and whispered to himself:

"I will find a way to make your real mother accept you as soon as possible."

"For now, I'm afraid you'll have to settle for experiencing a fake maternal love."

Afterward, Ying Chengfeng left the Martial Soul Hall he had conceived.

He arrived in a gray, hazy region.

There was no concept of time in the Dream World.

Likewise, there was no hunger or fatigue.

Mental energy remained in a state of constant saturation.

This world was fixed and eternal.

But the flow of time in the outside world would not cease.

In the outside world, Qian Renxue had been missing for a year, and Martial Soul Hall had nearly gone mad searching for her.

In a secret chamber, Qian Xunji looked at Bibi Dong on the bed with an extremely gloomy expression.

Bibi Dong looked up at him with a cold gaze.

"What? Can't find her, so you want me to give birth to another one for you?"

Qian Xunji's face darkened further.

The Six-Winged Angel martial soul was passed down through a single line; if they were to have another child, the best they could hope for was a Four-Winged Angel.

And that was only in the best-case scenario.

Furthermore, compared to a Six-Winged Angel, a Four-Winged one was far too inferior.

However, for the sake of the lineage and to see if Qian Renxue was truly dead, Qian Xunji decided to find someone else to continue the bloodline.

But he did not look for Bibi Dong again.

Two more years passed.

That year, Qian Xunji brought back a baby girl from the outside, surnamed Qian.

In the same year, a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast that had transformed into human form appeared in Martial Soul City.

Qian Xunji led the experts of Martial Soul Hall to surround and intercept it!

When he returned, Qian Xunji was severely wounded!

Because Qian Xunji had paid too high a price to bring Qian Renshuang into the world, this injury left him in a near-death state, with Qian Daoliu asserting he would not survive seven days.

On the third day, Qian Xunji died prematurely.

The entire Martial Soul Hall went into mourning, and half a month later, Bibi Dong took over as acting Pope.

Another six years passed, and Qian Renxue had been missing for nine years.

A girl named Qian Renshuang awakened the Four-Winged Angel Martial Soul, with an Innate Soul Power of level 20 and a Martial Soul quality of Pseudo-God Grade.

Inside the Dream World.

Ying Chengfeng finally obtained the Super-God Grade Martial Soul he had dreamed of.

A Body Martial Soul even stronger than a God-Given Martial Soul: Twelve-Winged Wind Angel.

The twelve wings were Ying Chengfeng's Body Martial Soul;

And the Wind Angel was his bloodline!

He was a Wind Angel possessing twelve wings, not someone who had awakened a Twelve-Winged Wind Angel.

"This is the feeling of being filled with power; the first step is complete."

"Now, let's see just how much I can take out with me."