Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony (4)

Ever since Qian Dabao, the children who followed had awakenings of strange and varied martial souls, mostly farming tools. There was even a mouse martial soul, but it lacked innate soul power, which left Su Xinhe quite disappointed.

Because of the oversight regarding Tang San's twin martial souls in the past, they were supposed to pay closer attention during awakenings now, yet this Su Xinhe seemed not to care—or perhaps, he dared not care?

Soon, it was Wang Dong's turn, who stood before Li Changsheng.

Li Changsheng fixed his gaze on Wang Dong as he walked toward the awakening platform.

Clear Sky Hammer?

With this doubt in mind, Li Changsheng stared at him.

Su Xinhe did not seem to recognize Wang Dong, simply following the standard procedure for the martial soul awakening.

Maintaining a martial soul avatar for a long time consumed a massive amount of energy, but Su Xinhe did not seem to mind.

Li Changsheng, however, noticed that halfway through, Su Xinhe had taken out a device similar to a soul power storage unit to replenish his energy.

It was done very subtly and cleverly; had it not been for the Purple Demon Eye, Li Changsheng would have found it difficult to notice.

Wang Dong stood on the awakening platform.

His clean, handsome face held an expression of absolute calm.

"Focus on the sensation," Su Xinhe prompted proactively.

Following this, a tide of soul power surged beneath Wang Dong's feet like a raging sea, and a massive amount of azure light rushed into his body as if it had finally found its home.

For the first time, a look of shock appeared on Su Xinhe's face, though he quickly collected himself as if remembering something, leaving only a hint of regret behind.

The azure light gathered faster and faster.

A sudden change occurred in Wang Dong's body.

Unlike the others, whose awakenings manifested in their palms, his change originated from his very being.

Li Changsheng watched closely, his Purple Demon Eye fully activated.

He clearly saw two pairs of wings sprout from Wang Dong's back—gorgeous, shimmering, and colorful, swaying gently.

What kind of wings were those?

Deep blue, azure, and light blue—three shades of blue flowed together as if the vast, mighty ocean had been bestowed upon him. The stunning wings fluttered softly, and the surging soul power reached the edge of the heavens like a tide before falling back, as clear as a mirror in the sky. The soul power flowing through the patterns was overflowing; even without testing, one could tell he surely possessed innate full soul power!

A pair of blue wings?

Bathed in the peculiar light, Li Changsheng stared at Wang Dong, somewhat dazed.

He seems to be a girl...

Having lived for ten thousand years, Li Changsheng was certainly not blind. He could tell by the fluid posture and delicate features that if he were a boy, he would never carry himself with such grace.

The point was that this martial soul was simply too beautiful.

Li Changsheng didn't care whether Wang Dong was a girl; he wanted to ask why the other's martial soul wasn't the Clear Sky Hammer. And what was this wing martial soul?

"Can, can you tell me what your martial soul is?"

Su Xinhe had lost his elder-like composure; clearly, even he had never seen such a beautiful martial soul.

Wang Dong slightly lifted his chin, which was already showing a defined contour, and revealed a haughty expression. "My martial soul is the Radiant Goddess Butterfly."

"Radiant Goddess Butterfly? What kind of martial soul is that?" Su Xinhe muttered, his face showing confusion.

But he didn't waste time, raising the soul-power-testing tool in his hand and saying to Wang Dong, "Then let's test your soul power."

However, who would have thought that in Wang Dong's powder-blue, beautiful eyes, a deep disgust would bloom as he stared at the testing tool. He said to Su Xinhe:

"I don't need to test my soul power. I only came to awaken my martial soul."

As the words fell, he walked down without even looking back.

But as he passed by Li Changsheng, he let out a "hmph" and cast a glance at him with those stunning eyes.

Immediately, to the astonishment of everyone present, he walked right out of the Sea God Awakening Hall.

Su Xinhe stood stunned for a moment, his face darkening, but he did not get angry. He simply looked at the last person of this batch: Li Changsheng.

"Little one, it's your turn." His tone had become somewhat cold and stiff.

Li Changsheng didn't care, merely thinking that there were truly too many fools these days.

He stepped onto the awakening platform.

At the same time, he began to circulate his Mysterious Heaven Skill.

The moment he stepped onto the platform, Li Changsheng felt something different.

It was very gentle, as if he were soaking in a hot spring, ready to drift off into a deep sleep.

That affinity came from within his body—or more accurately, from the internal energy of the Mysterious Heaven Skill he was circulating.

As Su Xinhe once again channeled his soul power, the awakening platform beneath Li Changsheng's feet instantly erupted with an unprecedented, brilliant light.

Five-colored, vibrant rays of light swirled like ribbons and silk, lifting Li Changsheng into the air.

As those azure ribbons circled him, he felt so comfortable he nearly groaned. He felt the gentle energy begin to churn in harmony with the internal power of his Mysterious Heaven Skill.

In the blink of an eye, it happened.

Something within his body seemed to break through its own shackles, surging incessantly toward his outstretched right hand.

Bit by bit, he first saw pages constantly flipping open, accompanied by a rustic halo that erupted in succession, while a rustling sound emerged amidst the serenity.

Su Xinhe, standing to the side and watching, stared at Li Changsheng in shock.

A martial soul that could make a sound upon awakening?

Listening to the rustling, he was instantly stunned, his somewhat sharp gaze fixed intently on the rustic halo flickering in Li Changsheng's palm.

Rustle, rustle.

The sound, like pages of a book being turned, continued to ring out, and the light in Li Changsheng's palm burst forth with a pop, blooming in an instant like an exploding sphere of light.

Li Changsheng's eyes snapped open at the same time; his eyes, flashing with hints of purple, saw more clearly than anyone else as the Mysterious Heaven Skill internal energy, having detached from his body, transformed into a stream and surged toward the martial soul taking shape in his palm.

A book?

A book?

Li Changsheng saw it, and Su Xinhe saw it too.

Li Changsheng saw an ancient, rustic book—a very, very thick book, estimated to be five or six centimeters thick. On its dark, heavy cover, a few characters were outlined in a script only Li Changsheng could recognize:

Genesis Book.

"Genesis Book? Such an arrogant name? My martial soul?"

The hand Li Changsheng used to hold up his martial soul trembled slightly.

It wasn't out of excitement, but because this book was heavy—truly too heavy, even heavier than the Night-Startling Spear!

The rustic charm washing over him carried no pressure, only a special feeling of bloodline connection that had been lingering in Li Changsheng's heart since just a moment ago.

"Li-little one, what exactly is this martial soul of yours? Can you tell me?"

Su Xinhe felt that today was a bit abnormal.

If Wang Dong's martial soul had just given him a visual shock, then the martial soul of the child before him gave him a sense of trembling—a suppression of rank originating from the martial soul itself.

Li Changsheng smiled slightly, revealing a maturity that did not belong to his age, and said:

"Martial soul, Heavenly Book."

He did not add the words "Genesis," as that would seem too absurd.

Fortunately, no one recognized these simplified characters, otherwise, he would definitely have blushed with embarrassment.

"Heavenly Book? Then, what effects does this Heavenly Book have?" Su Xinhe asked.

Fearing that Li Changsheng might not understand, he hurriedly explained:

"The effect of a martial soul is the manifestation of its attack method. Sense it; does your martial soul have offensive capabilities? Or can it create something?"

Li Changsheng looked blank.

Even though he had lived for ten thousand years, he had never possessed a martial soul and could not comprehend it at all.

However, that didn't matter. While Su Xinhe was staring at his martial soul, he hurriedly asked the God of Wisdom for the skill.

"My martial soul, the Genesis Book—what are its effects? You can tell me now, right?"

He knew the God of Wisdom definitely knew; after all, it was a special skill that came with the system.

<Answer: I wonder if the host has ever heard of "Word of Power.">

"What? Word of Power?" Li Changsheng was momentarily taken aback.