What kind of evil thing can affect the foundation of an Angel Martial Soul?

Night had spread like ink, silently unfurling as it swallowed all the clamor of the world, leaving only a deep and profound stillness.

Yet inside the Worship Hall's main chamber, the lights blazed bright, and the atmosphere was exceedingly strange.

"Twin martial souls? And Death Angel and Life Angel at that?"

"How exactly did twin martial souls like this awaken?"

"Even if it's a martial soul mutation, isn't this a bit absurd? The martial soul our Qian family has passed down for generations is a god-level martial soul!"

"What kind of evil could affect the very foundation of a god-level martial soul—the Seraphim?"

"Could it be Bibi Dong?" He suddenly thought of something.

"After all, she possesses twin martial souls. Her martial souls are the Death Spider Emperor and the Soul Devouring Spider Emperor, two emperor-class martial souls!"

"But... even so, they shouldn't be able to shake the foundation of the Seraphim martial soul and cause it to mutate, should they?"

After ruling out every possibility, the final answer left before him was the true answer.

Even though he could not accept that the sacred angel martial soul would be tainted by evil martial souls like the Death Spider Emperor and the Soul Devouring Spider Emperor!

"Fortunately, it's a blessing amid misfortune! Xiao Heng's martial soul is at least a beneficial mutation, and its quality hasn't fallen because of it!"

"If it were a malignant mutation... the consequences would be unimaginable!"

Inside the resplendent, gold-and-jade splendor of the Worship Hall's main chamber, a sacred and inviolable angel statue stood at the center.

Her hands were clasped before her chest, her eyes closed, her expression full of compassion for all living beings, as though she were praying for the world.

And the person beneath the angel statue was one of the three great peerless Douluo of the present age, Angel Douluo Qian Daoliu!

At this moment, he had his hands clasped behind his back, his brows tightly furrowed as he paced back and forth, his expression terribly grim.

This Grand Worship of Spirit Hall simply could not make sense of it no matter how he thought.

This morning, filled with joy, he had personally presided over the martial soul awakening ceremony for his two grandchildren.

He had thought he would be able to witness the simultaneous birth of two angel martial souls with his own eyes. In the end, when the light faded, he did not even see a single hair of one!

The Seraphim martial soul had not appeared. What appeared before his eyes were mutated angel martial souls, and two of them at that!

The Death Angel martial soul possessed the attributes of death and destruction, while the Life Angel martial soul possessed the attributes of life and restoration.

Although they were mutated martial souls, their innate full soul power had not fallen short; it was still innate rank twenty soul power.

But when he saw Xiao Heng's mutated martial souls, for some reason, he always felt something was off, and his heart found it hard to settle.

It was as if the Angel God herself had a green glow hanging over her head.

"Well, Big Brother! Stop pacing around here already. Take a rest. Don't overthink this matter."

Seeing that Qian Daoliu was still pacing back and forth before the angel statue, still frowning over what had happened that morning, the Second Worshiper at the side truly could not bear to watch any longer and spoke up to interrupt him.

"Big Brother, that child Xiao Heng's martial souls may not have inherited the purest Seraphim martial soul."

"But at the end of the day, aren't his martial souls still angel martial souls?"

"Besides, they're rare angel martial souls. His innate soul power level is right there at rank twenty, so there's absolutely no problem with his cultivation talent!"

When Qian Renheng awakened his martial souls, it had truly shocked everyone present out of their wits.

They were not Seraphim martial souls, yet they were martial souls in no way weaker than the Seraphim martial soul. In fact, they were even stranger and more tyrannical!

The Death Angel martial soul governed death and destruction, while the Life Angel martial soul governed life and restoration.

Although they were both mutated martial souls, the quality of the martial souls had not changed because of it. They were still god-level martial souls!

Of course, what truly made one's scalp go numb and feel it was unbelievable was that these two martial souls were both extremely rare external martial souls!

They were a part of Qian Renheng, an extension of his consciousness and life. They possessed independent forms and autonomous consciousness.

Just like living, breathing people!

When Qian Daoliu heard Golden Crocodile Douluo's consolation, he stopped slightly and let out a long breath of turbid air.

If it was not the Seraphim martial soul, then so be it.

Moreover, judging from the aura of the martial souls alone, Xiao Heng's mutated martial souls were not bad either. They even seemed a few degrees stronger than the pure Seraphim martial soul!

Although Xiao Heng's martial soul was not the Seraphim, Xiao Xue's martial soul was. Thinking of this, Qian Daoliu's heart immediately felt somewhat better. At the very least, the Seraphim martial soul could be considered passed down.

"However..." Qian Daoliu changed the subject, seeming to think of something, and helplessness appeared on his face.

"For this kind of strange external martial soul, if we look through the detailed records of our Spirit Hall over the past thousand years..."

"There is simply no corresponding cultivation method. In the future, how are we supposed to teach Xiao Heng to cultivate his martial souls?"

Qian Daoliu's gaze slowly swept over the seated Golden Crocodile Douluo, Green Phoenix Douluo, Lion Douluo, Light Feather Douluo, and the two brothers, Qianjun and Jiangmo.

These six Super Douluo, if placed outside, could make the Douluo Continent tremble three times with a single stomp of their feet.

Yet at this moment, they were like students trying to avoid being called on by the teacher in class, all shaking their heads in perfect tacit understanding.

They did not know. They really did not know. This subject was beyond them!

They had never encountered such a strange martial soul that existed outside the body, so how could they even begin to teach him how to cultivate it?!

"If we're talking about martial souls that exist outside the body..." Golden Crocodile Douluo tried hard to recall. "The last time one appeared seemed to be several decades ago."

"It was on Yu Xiaogang, that useless son of Yu Yuanzhen from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan who ran away from home."

"Although he also possessed a martial soul that existed outside the body, his cultivation talent was simply beyond description!"

"His innate soul power was only a pitiful half level. He was clearly Yu Yuanzhen's descendant, yet his martial soul looked like a pig, and his soul power level could never break through level thirty in his entire life!"

"His cultivation path has absolutely no reference value for Xiao Heng!" When Yu Xiaogang was mentioned, Golden Crocodile Douluo almost could not hold back his laughter.

No matter how you put it, Yu Yuanzhen was a Titled Douluo powerhouse renowned across the continent. Yet a true dragon had ended up fathering a filthy worm. Who was he supposed to reason with about that?

"Sigh..." Qian Daoliu's sigh echoed through the vast hall of the Worship Hall. "We'll take it one step at a time. I only hope Xiao Heng can find a path of his own."

Martial Soul Hall had three great sacred halls, and one of them was Douluo Hall. It stood atop the divine mountain of Martial Soul City, almost touching the clouds.

Compared to the imposing Pope's Hall, Douluo Hall was slightly smaller in scale, but it carried a heavy sense of history.

The entire hall had been built from simple, ancient stone, and the marks of time had settled into every stone surface.

Enshrined here were the titles of every Titled Douluo through the generations, the final traces they had left in the world.

To the soul masters of the soul master world, Douluo Hall was the supreme hall of glory.

It was the destination they longed for all their lives. Only at the moment they advanced to Titled Douluo would they have the right to set foot here and carve the title that belonged to them!

For those departed Titled Douluo, to sleep forever here and be buried in this place was an even greater honor!

Inside Douluo Hall, every tombstone was arranged in perfect order, engraved with their magnificent lives for later generations of soul masters to admire.

"Brother—"

"Why are we sneaking here in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?" A little girl's crisp, pleasant voice rang out in the night wind.

A little girl with long golden hair and a pair of deep blue eyes like gemstones was lifting the hem of her gorgeous little golden lace dress, carefully following behind the boy.

Though the boy was only around six years old as well, his brilliant golden hair was dazzling, and his eyes shone brightly like stars. Though he was still young, his brows already carried a steadiness beyond his years.

One boy and one girl, two tiny children.

The place they had come to was none other than Douluo Hall, the hall of glory in the hearts of soul masters throughout the soul master world, and also the burial place of powerful Titled Douluo throughout the ages.

Every Titled Douluo who could be buried here had, in life, been an unparalleled powerhouse whose might had shaken an era!

Among them were the past popes of Martial Soul Hall. Every one of them had been an existence that touched the threshold of level ninety-nine Peerless Douluo.

The night wind brushed across Qian Renheng's resolute face. He stretched out his fair hand and pushed hard against Douluo Hall's great doors, which bore the marks of history and time.

"Creak—"

Along with the sound of friction, the doors boomed open, and a solemn, dignified cemetery entered the two children's sight.

Cold moonlight spilled down, illuminating the statue in the central position, holding the Angelic Sacred Sword, as well as the towering tombstones around it.

On the surfaces of the tombstones, the names and titles of these powerhouses had been engraved in golden paint, along with the glorious battle records of their lives!

"Xue, tell your brother the truth. Do you want to meet the great-grandfather we've never seen before?"

Qian Renheng moved familiarly through the outskirts of the cemetery and finally stopped before a tombstone even more magnificent than the others.

Many words were carved onto the tombstone, and under the moonlight, they were especially clear.

[Angel Douluo: Tomb of Qian Wushuang]

[Life Experience: XXXth Pope of Martial Soul Hall, level ninety-nine Peerless Douluo...]

This was their great-grandfather, the grandfather of their father Qian Xunji, the father of their grandfather Qian Daoliu, the pope before the previous pope of Martial Soul Hall, the once Peerless Douluo—Qian Wushuang's tomb!

"Great-grandfather?"

Six-year-old Qian Renxue blinked her pretty eyes and, without even thinking it through, said simply:

"I do. I've heard Grandpa talk about him several times. Great-grandfather was a peerless powerhouse who shook the entire continent back then!"

"He was a Peerless Douluo in the same realm as Grandpa is now."

"But Brother, didn't Great-grandfather die a long time ago? How are we supposed to meet him?"

Qian Renxue scratched the back of her head and asked in confusion.

Seeing that his little sister had taken the bait, the corners of Qian Renheng's mouth lifted slightly, a sly look flashing across his face, like some shady uncle.

"Xue! Now that things have come to this!"

Qian Renheng clasped both hands behind his back. At some point, he had already stepped onto a large rock, putting on the air of a hidden expert beyond the mortal world.

"Your brother won't hide it from you anymore. As you know, I possess twin mutated angel martial souls!"

"After awakening my martial souls, my Death Angel martial soul gained an extremely rare, even heaven-defying ability!"

Qian Renxue looked at her brother, her eyes wide and round, utterly stunned by his nonsense.

"Your brother possesses an incredible and terrifying ability to reverse yin and yang and resurrect the dead!"

"As long as the dead person's remains are intact, I can rely on my martial soul's ability to forcibly drag him back from the underworld!"

"So!" Excitement flashed through Qian Renheng's eyes as he said, almost bewitchingly, "As long as we dig Great-grandfather out from underground... invite him out!"

How could civilized people call it digging? Of course it was inviting!

"Then, relying on my martial soul's heaven-defying ability, we'll be able to see Great-grandfather alive and kicking!"

The moment he finished speaking, the air around them seemed to freeze. The innocent, radiant smile on Qian Renxue's face stiffened instantly.

Then her pink cheeks visibly turned deathly pale, and she stammered, "Dig... dig up a grave?!"

Qian Renxue stared at Qian Renheng and backed away in terror, shaking her head like a rattle-drum, her long golden hair whipping wildly in the night wind.

She had never imagined that her brother, who she had thought was taking her out to play tonight, was actually going to do something like this!

"Brother!"

"This is wrong! The dead should rest in peace. How can we dig up Great-grandfather's grave?"