Twin Martial Souls, Sun Corona, Moon Eclipse

(Introduction modified, currently under review.)

Douluo Continent, Frost Ridge City.

Goose-feather snowflakes drifted from the sky, and as far as the eye could see, everything was a vast expanse of white.

"Xiao Yun!"

"Slow down, Xiao Yun!"

A young boy trotted through the corridor, followed by a beautiful woman and a man.

Soon, the boy reached a grand hall first.

His name was Luo Yun, the young son of the only prince of a different surname in the Heaven Dou Empire, King Frost Extreme.

King Frost Extreme held great military power and was deeply loved by the people; he had guarded the northern border of the Heaven Dou Empire for years and rarely participated in the empire's internal affairs.

"Greetings, Young Master."

The guards in front of the hall immediately opened the doors upon seeing Luo Yun.

Inside the hall, many people had already arrived.

Luo Yun stood blankly at the entrance.

"Don't be afraid," his mother, Shen Yinshuang, said softly as she walked to his side and brushed the snowflakes from his shoulders.

Luo Yun nodded, his six-year-old face showing little emotion.

In the center of the hall, a middle-aged man in a black robe had been waiting for a long time. On his chest was pinned the emblem of the Spirit Hall—two crossed longswords, the mark of a Spirit Hall bishop.

He had been standing straight, but upon seeing Luo Shang enter, he bowed slightly.

"Your Highness, King Frost Extreme."

"Mm." Luo Shang walked to the main seat and sat down, gesturing with his chin.

"Xiao Yun, this is Bishop Zhang sent by the Spirit Hall. He happens to be here to awaken your spirit."

Bishop Zhang immediately added, "It is my honor to awaken the spirit for the Young Master."

Luo Yun glanced at the smiling middle-aged man and said nothing.

Bishop Zhang did not mind. He took six black stones from his robe and placed them on the floor, arranging them one by one in the shape of a hexagram.

The stones were small and pitch-black, with faint movements visible inside them.

After placing them, he took out a pale golden circular crystal and placed it in the center of the hexagram.

"Young Master, please stand in the middle."

Luo Yun walked over and stood still, his boots resting on the ground beside the crystal.

Bishop Zhang took a deep breath and raised his hands. A phantom of a yellowish-brown giant spider emerged behind him.

Four spirit rings—yellow, yellow, purple, and purple—slowly rose from beneath his feet.

Bishop Zhang slowly injected his spirit power into the formation. The six black stones lit up simultaneously, and a golden light surged from the central crystal, enveloping Luo Yun.

"Young Master, relax."

Bishop Zhang's voice came from outside the golden light. "Sense the changes within your body and do not resist. It's like... like something wants to come out of your body. Don't block it; just let it out."

"Mm."

Luo Yun closed his eyes.

The light grew brighter and brighter, and golden halos swirled throughout the hall.

An incense stick of time passed.

Beads of sweat rolled down Bishop Zhang's forehead.

Strange...

The muscles at the corner of his eyes twitched. His spirit power was still pouring out, but Luo Yun in the formation showed no reaction.

Logically, a spirit awakening should take at most a few breaths; why was it taking so long?

Another half-stick of incense passed.

The spider phantom behind Bishop Zhang began to flicker, appearing and disappearing.

His complexion turned from ruddy to pale, his lips grew slightly blue, and his black robe was soaked through with sweat, clinging to his body.

At this moment, he was under immense pressure!

He dared not stop. If the formation were interrupted, it would mean the awakening had failed, and the child would be ruined for life.

He, in turn, would inevitably face the wrath of King Frost Extreme.

The hall was so quiet that the crackling of charcoal in the brazier could be heard.

Luo Shang sat upright in the main seat, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest, his face unreadable.

He was naturally aware that something had gone wrong with Luo Yun's spirit awakening, but he knew he must not be disturbed at this time.

Shen Yinshuang gripped her handkerchief tightly, her lips pressed together, her gaze fixed unblinkingly on the small figure within the golden light.

The surrounding guards held their breath, not daring to let out a single sound.

Finally.

Luo Yun opened his eyes.

In that instant, something vaguely coalesced within the golden radiance—a blurred outline, resembling two swords, or perhaps two beams of light.

"Little Yun, your martial soul..."

Luo Shang had just risen to ask, but he suddenly cut himself off.

He jerked his head up, his gaze piercing through the dome of the great hall and the swirling snowflakes outside, staring straight into the depths of the firmament.

BOOM!

Before anyone could react.

A beam of deep purple divine light descended from the nine heavens, carrying an overbearing aura of total destruction.

Following closely behind, a jade-green divine light crashed down as well, radiating an aura of life so dense it reached the extreme.

Both beams of divine light landed simultaneously in the hall, enveloping Luo Yun.

The green and purple lights illuminated each other, leaving everyone present in shock and under immense pressure.

"A divine inheritance?!"

Luo Shang's pupils contracted sharply, the shock in his eyes impossible to conceal.

This aura.

This power.

It no longer belonged to the realm of martial souls and soul power.

This was absolutely the aura of a god!

Hearing this, Bishop Zhang's eyes lit up, his voice trembling: "Your Highness King Frost Extreme, the Spirit Hall has rules; anyone who displays monstrous talent must be reported... This, this matter, I..."

Luo Shang narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing within, though he did not speak immediately.

Shen Yinshuang grabbed his arm, her eyes reddening, her voice dropping to a whisper: "Brother Shang, the child... if Little Yun goes to the Spirit Hall..."

Luo Shang raised his hand to press down on the back of hers, patting it gently.

Meanwhile, inside the pillars of light.

Luo Yun was slowly raising his hands, his eyes glowing with a faint, swirling green and purple light.

He scanned his left palm, then his right, his gaze clear.

A moment later, the boy's lips curled up, and he spoke softly.

"Sun Corona!"

"Moon Eclipse!"

As the words fell, he clenched both palms.

A longsword phantom, brilliant as the scorching sun, appeared in his left hand, interwoven with golden and emerald light.

Another longsword phantom, black as ink with deep purple patterns flowing across its blade, appeared in his right hand.

Bishop Zhang was completely stunned, his mouth hanging open, unable to close it for a long time.

He had never seen such a powerful martial soul in his life!!!

The guards in the hall looked at one another, none of them able to utter a word.

Luo Shang remained silent for a moment, staring at the twin swords for several breaths, then suddenly laughed.

The laughter was not loud, but it carried an indescribable weight.

He stood up, walked over to Luo Yun, and crouched down to look his six-year-old son in the eye.

"Sun Corona, Moon Eclipse." He repeated the names, nodding. "Good names."

Luo Yun blinked: "Father, are they strong?"

Luo Shang looked at him, not answering, but instead reached out to pat the top of his head.

He then stood up and turned to Bishop Zhang at his side.

"Bishop Zhang," Luo Shang's tone returned to its usual calm, "this matter needs to be reported to the Spirit Hall, and I will not stop you. But when you return, deliver a message to Bibi Dong on my behalf."

Bishop Zhang shuddered: "Y-Your Highness, please speak..."

"Just say..." Luo Shang lowered his eyes slightly, glancing at his son's back, his voice softening but carrying an unquestionable weight.

"The six-year-old child of the King Frost Extreme possesses twin martial souls and a divine inheritance. If the Spirit Hall wants him, they must trade the position of Pope for him."