Qian Xunji, Yuan Qi

The reappearance of the Sky Screen stirred every living soul across the continent.

Martial Soul Hall, the two great empires, the Upper Three Sects, the Lower Four Sects... the leaders of many factions shot out from their dwellings, standing before their doors and looking up at the firmament.

I wonder what images the Sky Screen will reveal this time? Bibi Dong gripped her scepter in front of the Pope's Palace, filled with anticipation.

Had it not been for the Sky Screen, she would have had no idea that a monster named 'Yuan Qi' existed in the world of soul masters. At just over twenty years old, his cultivation had already reached the level of a 98th-rank Super Douluo. He even possessed Twin Martial Souls just like her, and both were top-tier—one assault-type and one support-type. It was simply perfect.

Such an existence was a threat to her!

Then there was that Tang San, also a genius with Twin Martial Souls and Innate Full Soul Power, and a bastard born to Tang Hao and that Blue Silver Grass soul beast. He, too, was a potential threat.

It was laughable that she, the dignified Pope of Martial Soul Hall, had been completely ignorant of these two threats before the Sky Screen appeared.

Now that the Sky Screen had returned, she hoped it would reveal more secrets, allowing her to see just how many individuals were hidden in this soul master world who might affect her grand plans!

Clear Sky Sect.

Tang Xiao stood on the edge of a cliff with his hands behind his back, gazing up at the firmament. He murmured, "Tang San is the child of my younger brother and Ah Yin. He is a genius with Twin Martial Souls and Innate Full Soul Power, and he is also... the hope of our Clear Sky Sect. If only the Sky Screen could show images of him again, so I could know where he is and bring him back to be carefully nurtured."

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect.

That Tang San took Xiao Gang as his master. To be honest, that really delays the child, but it also gives him a connection to our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect. It's just a pity he is a member of the Clear Sky Sect and Tang Hao's son; Martial Soul Hall will never let him go. Otherwise, finding him and bringing him back to serve our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect would have been a fine thing, Yu Yuanzhen thought as he looked at the firmament, shaking his head.

Beyond them, countless others were also watching the Sky Screen, each harboring their own thoughts.

At this moment, as the Sky Screen fully unfolded, images began to appear before everyone's eyes.

[A magnificent building appeared first.

Then, the view pulled back to reveal an entire city. Hanging above the city gate was an ancient plaque—Martial Soul City!]

"Hmm?" In front of the Pope's Palace, Bibi Dong's expression shifted.

What was going on? Why was it Martial Soul City?

"I am the Sky Screen, seeing through the past, knowing the future.

Today, I reveal the potential of Yuan Qi and Tang San; in the future, I shall reveal others and other matters.

Once the future is known, it can be changed.

Everything lies in your own hands..."

The voice from before the Sky Screen vanished last time suddenly echoed in Bibi Dong's mind. Her expression changed. Could it be that this time, the Sky Screen was going to broadcast matters related to their Martial Soul Hall?

No, wouldn't that expose their secrets?

Bibi Dong gripped her scepter tightly; her previous anticipation turned entirely into loathing at this moment.

This damned Sky Screen, stop! This Seat commands you to stop immediately!

The Sky Screen ignored Bibi Dong's mood and continued to play its content.

[A luxurious carriage, escorted by numerous Temple Knights, slowly drove into the city.

Inside the carriage sat two men. One was dressed in papal robes and appeared to be in his fifties; the other wore golden finery, had short black hair, and a sun-shaped necklace hanging around his neck. He was handsome and appeared to be about twelve years old.

"Your Holiness the Pope, Martial Soul City is indeed prosperous." The youth in the golden robes lifted the carriage curtain, looked at the city scene outside, and praised the man.

Hearing this, a look of pleasure appeared on the man's face. He lowered his head slightly and said humbly, "You flatter me. As long as you are satisfied with Martial Soul City, that is enough."

"Satisfied. I must also thank the Pope for his hospitality." The youth continued to look outside without turning back.

"It is our honor that you could come to Martial Soul City," the man said with a smile, placing his right hand over his left chest.

At the same time, a column of vertical text appeared beside him: Pope of Martial Soul Hall, 95th-rank Assault System Angel Douluo—Qian Xunji.

Then, the image turned to the youth, and a column of vertical text appeared beside him: Yuan Qi.]

"The former Pope of Martial Soul Hall, Qian Xunji? Isn't he already dead?"

"Yuan Qi? Who is this child? I've never heard of him. Why is the Pope so respectful toward him?"

"Is this something that happened in the past?"

Across the continent, the people beneath the Sky Screen were instantly in an uproar.

In front of the Pope's Palace, seeing that long-lost yet incredibly familiar face, Bibi Dong widened her eyes. A memory of humiliation from over twenty years ago surged into her heart like a tidal wave. Subconsciously, she activated her Death Spider Emperor martial soul. Nine soul rings—yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black, red—appeared at her feet, and a powerful, malevolent aura erupted from her body.

Qian Xunji!

You beast, you are already dead, and even your soul has been devoured by me! Why must you appear before me now?

Ahhhhhhh!!!!

Bibi Dong roared internally.

[The carriage arrived and stopped in front of the Pope's Palace.

Qian Xunji stepped out first, then bent slightly, reaching out to assist the youth named 'Yuan Qi' down, but the boy waved his hand, signaling it was unnecessary.]

Yuan Qi leaped from the carriage in a single bound.

Upon landing, he looked up at the Pope's Palace before him, nodded, and remarked, "For a mortal kingdom, this is quite grand indeed!"

"It naturally cannot compare to your homeland. Please, this way." Qian Xunji gestured for the youth to proceed.

"Mn." Yuan Qi nodded and followed Qian Xunji into the Pope's Palace.

They navigated through the corridors.

As they walked, Yuan Qi said to Qian Xunji, "I have come here to hone my skills, not to indulge in luxury. From now on, just call me by my name, Yuan Qi. Treat me as a soul master you picked up from the outside."

"This... wouldn't that be too offensive?" Qian Xunji appeared hesitant.

"There is nothing offensive about it; names are meant to be used," Yuan Qi said nonchalantly, scanning the decorations lining the hallway as he walked.

"There are Angel Pattern motifs everywhere. It would be better if there were more Sun Pattern designs."

"Understood. I shall give the order immediately to add more Sun Pattern designs throughout the palace," Qian Xunji replied, bowing his head instantly.

"No need to be so deliberate; I was just making a passing comment." Yuan Qi waved his hand.

"He called himself a lowly servant?"

"What did I just hear? The former Pope of Martial Soul Hall referred to himself as a lowly servant in front of that youth?!"

"Just what is his background, to make His Holiness the Pope so respectful? Even the emperors of the two great empires are barely held in regard by the Pope!"

"A mortal kingdom—what could he mean by that?"