Source of Destruction and Seed of Life

Watching this scene, Ning Zhiyuan felt deeply gratified.

After all, Wu Feng was the daughter of the Red Dragon Clan's patriarch.

Although her family was a subordinate sect to the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect, the Red Dragon Clan had always maintained one or two Titled Douluos within their ranks.

Now, this little girl from the Red Dragon Clan—who was judged to have impressive talent even without having awakened her martial soul—was so close to Ning Tian.

In the future, the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect would likely have a loyal Titled Douluo guarding it.

Furthermore, since Wu Feng and Ning Tian had grown up together and were both girls, he didn't have to worry about his "cabbage" being arched by some boy.

"Shall we head back?" Ning Zhiyuan asked with a smile.

Hearing this, Ning Tian, who was holding Wu Feng, shook her head helplessly and said, "Let's stay here and finish watching the awakening ceremony first."

Facing his daughter's suggestion, Ning Zhiyuan nodded with a smile to show his agreement.

The Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda martial soul possessed a unique talent: an exceptionally keen perception of precious items.

Ning Zhiyuan's sixth sense told him that there must be a child with remarkable talent in this awakening ceremony.

He might as well look forward to seeing what kind of genius was worth his intuition.

The awakening ceremony lasted for a long time, stretching from the day into the dusk.

Each child left with their parents immediately after awakening their martial soul.

Consequently, the number of people in the hall dwindled until no one remained lingering at the scene.

As it neared the end, Ning Zhiyuan couldn't help but wonder if his perception had been wrong.

After observing all day, the child with the highest soul power at the scene only had innate level seven soul power.

While level seven was certainly decent, the martial soul was simply too poor; it was estimated that she would only reach the level of a Soul Saint in her entire life.

If her luck was good, a Soul Douluo would be the limit for this girl named Nanmen Yun'er.

"Are there any more children left to awaken their martial souls?" the awakening spirit master shouted impatiently into the empty hall.

At the same time, he began to pack up his things, assuming that no one else would be coming.

"Wait." Lin Yuan's voice rang out, and he walked onto the stage, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment.

"Sorry, I was just so sleepy from waiting that I took a little nap."

The awakening spirit master froze for a moment, then put on an impatient expression and began to take out the awakening stones once again.

"That boy is quite good-looking," Ning Tian said, her cheeks slightly flushed.

Although the Lin Yuan before them was dressed very simply, he was clean and tidy, and his features were very well-defined.

While he was still far from being comparable to the readers, he was already considered quite handsome among the six-year-old boys.

He had reached the level where he could be lured into an alley by a "shotacon" older sister and devoured completely.

"Hmph, what's so good about him?" Wu Feng, who was hugging Ning Tian's arm, couldn't help but pout and say disdainfully.

"Ning Tian, you're much better looking than him. Don't get led astray by this pretty boy with a bitchy face."

Hearing Wu Feng's words, Ning Zhiyuan couldn't help but nod in gratification.

After all, there had been a very melodramatic case in the history of the Douluo Continent: the Saintess Bibi Dong falling in love with the Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang.

Although in the eyes of most of the public, that was an incredibly beautiful love story.

But to those in power on the Douluo Continent like Ning Zhiyuan, such things were undoubtedly terrible.

With a best friend like Wu Feng who wasn't interested in boys, at least his daughter wouldn't become completely love-struck.

However, was that choice of words a bit biased?

It would be enough to remind Ning Tian; there was no need to curse so filthily. Besides, where did she even learn that word?

Lin Yuan walked into the awakening formation, and the awakening spirit master put away his impatient expression.

He looked left and right, then asked Lin Yuan in confusion, "Child, where are your parents?"

Hearing this, Lin Yuan couldn't help but wrinkle his nose, making an expression appropriate for his age.

"Uncle, I'm an orphan. My mom and dad had an accident a long time ago..."

"Alright, you don't need to say any more. You are very strong, child. I believe your future will only get better." The awakening spirit master hurriedly interrupted Lin Yuan's story.

For a moment, he began to feel heartache for this poor boy.

He figured the child must have waited until everyone else had left to awaken his martial soul because he was afraid of being pointed at and gossiped about.

The excuse about oversleeping was likely just a cover to hide his wounded little heart.

What a strong child.

Lin Yuan really had just overslept.

"Child, you are very strong. Let Uncle awaken your martial soul for you." The awakening spirit master's attitude softened even further.

Lin Yuan nodded, and the awakening spirit master immediately began the process.

As the hexagram array beneath his feet emitted a warm glow, Lin Yuan felt a surge of warm energy about to well up from within his body.

Lin Yuan couldn't help but begin mapping out his future path.

His parents had passed away in an accident three years ago, so he had no idea what their martial souls were.

However, he had been consciously tempering his physical body for the past three years, making him stronger than the average child.

Although physical strength was not strongly correlated with innate soul power, a healthy and robust physique could at least lead to higher soul power.

Lao Huo was a prime example; if he had at least been well-nourished back then, his innate soul power would have reached at least level three.

If his martial soul was powerful, he would mix with the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect.

If his martial soul was weak, he would take the path of a soul engineer, accumulating wealth to purchase heavenly treasures to improve his talent.

If it were a body martial soul, then what else was there to say? He would join the close-knit Body Sect.

If his martial soul was of the mental type and his soul power was high, he could attempt to usurp Lao Huo's life.

Although there was the risk of being brainwashed by the Tang God King or struck dead by a divine bolt of lightning.

But Lao Huo's life was simply too exhilarating; the temptation of the "wheelchair-bound" account was just too great.

Even though the initial fusion with the Ice Empress martial soul was incredibly painful, it was all worth it.

Even without the Ice Empress martial soul, his foresight alone would grant him decent potential.

Just as Lin Yuan was lost in daydreams about the future, a voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

"I... the God King of Destruction?"

The voice mused uncertainly.

"Who? Huh?"

Lin Yuan suddenly realized he was no longer in the awakening room.

He had projected himself into his own spiritual sea in the form of a mental avatar.

He saw two orbs hanging high at the top of his spiritual sea, emitting purple-black and green light respectively.

Lin Yuan stared intently.

One of the light sources was a purple hexagram, and the other was a green teardrop-shaped ornament.

Lin Yuan felt his heart pounding wildly, for he recognized what these two things were.

He couldn't help but exclaim, "The Source of Destruction and the Seed of Life? How could they appear here?"

"Little brat, you actually recognize these inheritances of ours?" the male voice emanating from the Source of Destruction asked in confusion.

Immediately, the God of Destruction recovered some of his memories.