Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony (2)

Inside the Sea God Awakening Hall.

When Li Changsheng was the last to walk inside.

The massive hall doors, which had been wide open, slammed shut with a boom. The sound of crashing waves that had echoed in his ears vanished instantly, replaced by an abrupt, absolute silence.

Due to the old man's intimidating presence, the other nine children appeared incredibly restrained.

Even Wang Dong, who stood in front of Li Changsheng, lowered his gaze and kept his eyes fixed on a single spot.

The hall was vast—absurdly so—covering an area of nearly several thousand square meters.

It was hard to imagine how much manpower, material resources, and wealth had been required to construct such a colossal building at such a high altitude, relying on the mountain steps.

The bright, transparent hall was lined with statues of various sea creatures on both sides, with a deep blue path leading to the independently constructed Spirit Awakening Platform ahead.

The winding dome above mimicked the raging waves, reflecting different weather patterns and conjuring various scenes.

If it were sunny, the ceiling would be clear and azure, calm and tranquil.

If it were overcast, the ceiling would be dark and oppressive, with howling gales.

If it were raining, the ceiling would be turbulent, with waves crashing down in a torrential display.

These were all the result of spread-out soul guidance devices.

If placed ten thousand years ago, even the legendary sanctuary of spirit masters, the Spirit Hall, would not have possessed such grandeur.

Soon, Li Changsheng and the others came to a halt.

The old man in front walked up to the Spirit Awakening Platform that had been built there.

The Spirit Awakening Platform of this era was far superior to the simple soul power awakening stones used during Li Changsheng's time.

However, a large number of spirit awakening stones were still buried beneath this platform.

Around the platform, there were channels connected to the rear, designed to draw upon the spirit masters' soul power.

In places invisible to Li Changsheng and the others, several or even dozens of spirit masters were continuously releasing their soul power.

The old man clearly did not want to waste time. He said in a deep voice, "Line up in a row. Awaken your spirits in the order of the previous rankings."

Soon, Li Changsheng and the others formed a line as instructed.

Naturally, Li Changsheng could now clearly see where the old man was standing.

Then, the old man pointed at Li Zishuo, who was first in line.

Li Zishuo appeared to be a descendant of Li Changsheng. His features were ordinary, showing nothing special, and the brocade robes he wore did not quite suit his age.

He did not seem arrogant; in fact, he picked at his fingers and walked toward the old man on the Spirit Awakening Platform with some trepidation.

The old man glanced at Li Zishuo as he approached and, seeing his nervous demeanor, revealed a rare hint of a smile.

"Little one, come, stand right here. No need to be so nervous."

Encouraged by the old man, Li Zishuo gave a shy smile, his cheeks flushing slightly with excitement, and he stepped quickly onto the Spirit Awakening Platform.

The old man stroked his grizzled goatee, first looking at Li Zishuo standing beside him, then scanning the others in order, starting with the second-place Qian Dabao, and finally ending on Li Changsheng.

His goose-pimpled skin revealed a mass of wrinkles as he offered a smile that was neither particularly ugly nor particularly pleasant:

"Greetings, children. My name is Su Xinhe, a level 78 Battle Spirit Saint, and I am your guide."

"That's right, I am a direct descendant of Su Yuntao, who helped the ancestor Tang San awaken his spirit over ten thousand years ago."

"Now, starting with this little one, I will awaken your spirits one by one. Remember, no matter what happens in a moment, do not panic and do not be surprised."

Li Changsheng stared intently at Su Xinhe.

This old man... a little one at the Spirit Saint level? That was impressive.

Having practiced the Mysterious Heaven Skill, and having spent ten thousand years observing the figures of geniuses in spirit master newspapers, he could tell that Su Xinhe's aptitude was not very good—in fact, it was rather poor. It was curious that he had managed to reach the level of a seven-ring Spirit Saint.

There was a reason for this.

Ever since Tang San became a god, a rumor had emerged that "Tang San's success had a great deal to do with Su Yuntao awakening his spirit."

Consequently, for over ten thousand years, many people had sought out Su Yuntao to awaken their spirits. Even though some pointed out that Su Yuntao had helped many people awaken their spirits and that there was only one Tang San, who in their heart didn't hope that their own child might be the next Tang San?

Carrying such hopes, Su Yuntao had gradually built his fortune on this.

His own cultivation had reached the level of a Titled Douluo—his title, if Li Changsheng remembered correctly, was... the Mad Wolf Douluo?

His descendants had all relied on this to accumulate wealth, becoming increasingly prosperous.

After all, on the Douluo Continent, the number of children awakening their spirits every year was a massive and terrifying base.

Li Changsheng's eyes flickered as he activated his Purple Demon Eye.

He saw a layer of grayish soul power rising bit by bit from the surface of Su Xinhe's goose-pimpled skin.

It's starting... Li Changsheng thought to himself.

Su Xinhe leaped up, jumping onto a small, independent platform beside the main Spirit Awakening Platform.

This small platform was strange.

It was clear that the surface of this small platform was covered in cracks, and powerful fluctuations of soul power were constantly seeping out from it.

Why would such a dilapidated platform exist within a seemingly complete Sea God Awakening Hall?

There was a reason for that...

Li Changsheng looked toward Su Xinhe.

Li Zishuo stood alone on the massive Spirit Awakening Platform.

Perhaps due to Su Xinhe's departure, his face appeared slightly bewildered.

Seeing this, Su Xinhe channeled his soul power while saying to Li Zishuo, "Close your eyes and carefully sense the power coming from the Spirit Awakening Platform."

Children in this world, due to the unique existence of spirits, seemed to possess terrifyingly high comprehension abilities.

Li Zishuo was indeed worthy of being Li Changsheng's descendant; even though he was initially confused and at a loss, he quickly regained his composure under Su Xinhe's guidance.

On the other side, Su Xinhe's low, hoarse voice suddenly erupted into a loud roar:

"Lone Wolf, possess."

Before the words had even faded, Su Xinhe's drawn-out tone ended abruptly:

"Spirit Avatar, Lone Wolf!"

Wisps of grayish light surged from his goose-pimpled skin, most intense and abundant at his brow, while eerie changes rapidly spread across his entire body.

Su Xinhe's long, black-and-white hair, which had been tied up, instantly stood on end, overtaken by strands of grayish light.

The goose-pimpled skin previously exposed to the air was instantly infused with a dense, grayish glow.

As the light grew increasingly intense, long, grayish hairs—visibly the length of an index finger—suddenly sprouted from every pore on his body.

Ripples undulated across his raised palms, and massive wolf claws revealed a dark, sharp luster, suffused with an aura of terror and destruction.

Lightning Extinction.

Because he was wearing a specialized garment, Su Xinhe did not end up shirtless.

His originally shriveled and withered frame was filled out by the grayish light, becoming immensely burly.

The sharp claws on his extended fingers sliced through the air.

At the same time, seven light rings rose bit by bit from beneath his feet, hovering continuously from his feet to the top of his head.

Two yellow, three purple, and two black. The seven eerie rings released a terrifying, distorted pressure, forcing the surrounding space to roar.

The other children were all somewhat dumbfounded.

Li Changsheng, however, watched Su Xinhe with a calm gaze.

In the powder-blue eyes of Wang Dong, who stood beside Li Changsheng, flickered a sense of disdain?

Rumble.

An even greater sound suddenly erupted.

At this moment, Su Xinhe, still in his wolf-howl state, roared toward the sky:

"Spirit Avatar! Lone Wolf! Break!"