What Demonic Thing Could Affect the Foundation of the Angel Martial Soul?

The ink-like curtain of night spread quietly, swallowing the world's clamor until only a deep, profound stillness remained.

Yet inside the Worship Hall, it was brightly lit, and the atmosphere was extremely bizarre.

Twin martial souls? And the Death Angel and Life Angel?

How on earth were such twin martial souls awakened?

Even with martial soul mutation, this is a bit too absurd, isn't it? The martial soul passed down through generations in our Qian Clan is a god-level martial soul!

Just what demonic thing could affect the foundation of the god-level Six-Winged Angel?

Could it be Bibi Dong? he suddenly thought of something.

After all, she is a dual martial soul possessor whose martial souls are the Death Spider Emperor and the Death Spider Emperor—two ruler-class martial souls!

Yet... even so, it shouldn't be able to shake the foundation of the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul and cause it to mutate, right?

After eliminating all possibilities, the final answer laid out before him was the true answer.

Though he could not accept that the sacred Angel Martial Soul would be contaminated by evil martial souls like the Death Spider Emperor and the Death Spider Emperor!

Fortunately, of all misfortunes, this is the greatest! At the very least, Xiao Heng's martial soul is a benign mutation, and its quality has not plummeted because of it!

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

Within the resplendent and magnificent Worship Hall, an angelic statue stood sacred and unassailable in the center.

She held her hands cupped in front of her chest with her eyes closed, her expression full of compassion for the world as if she were praying for mankind.

Standing beneath the angel statue was Qian Daoliu, the Angel Douluo and one of the three peerless Douluos of the present world!

At this moment, he was pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back and a deeply furrowed brow, an unsightly expression on his face.

This Grand Elder of Spirit Hall simply could not figure it out.

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

He had expected to witness the simultaneous birth of two Angel Martial Souls with his own eyes, but in the end, after the radiance dispersed, not even a single hair was seen!

The Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul did not appear; what appeared before his eyes were mutated angel martial souls, and two of them at that!

The Death Angel Martial Soul possessed death and destruction attributes, while the Life Angel Martial Soul possessed life and recovery attributes.

Although they were mutated martial souls, his innate full soul power had not lagged behind, remaining at innate rank twenty soul power.

Yet when he saw Xiao Heng's mutated martial soul, for some reason, he always felt something was strange, and his heart found it difficult to settle.

It felt as though the Angel God herself had a patch of green growing on top of her head.

"Look here, Big Brother! Stop pacing around in circles like this. Rest for a bit, and don't overthink this matter."

Seeing Qian Daoliu still pacing back and forth in front of the angel statue and still looking gloomy over the morning's events.

The Second Worship at the side finally couldn't watch any longer and spoke up to interrupt him.

"Big Brother, although that child Xiao Heng's martial soul didn't inherit the purest Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul."

"Doesn't his martial soul still count as an angel martial soul when all is said and done?"

"Besides, it's still a rare angel martial soul, and with his innate soul power level at rank twenty right there, his cultivation talent is definitely not a problem!"

When Qian Renheng awakened his martial soul, it truly dropped everyone's jaws.

It was not a Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, yet it was completely no weaker than a Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, and even more bizarre and domineering!

The Death Angel Martial Soul governed death and destruction, while the Life Angel Martial Soul governed life and recovery.

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

Of course, what made people's scalps tingle the most and feel the most incredible was that both of these martial souls were extremely rare detached martial souls!

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

Just like living people!

Hearing Golden Crocodile Douluo's words of comfort, Qian Daoliu paused slightly and let out a long breath of turbid air.

If it wasn't a Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, then so be it.

Moreover, judging solely from the martial soul's aura, Xiao Heng's mutated martial soul was not bad either, appearing even somewhat more powerful than the pure Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul!

Although Xiao Heng's martial soul was not a Six-Winged Angel, Xiao Xue's martial soul was, and thinking of this.

Qian Daoliu's heart immediately felt a little better; at least the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul was considered passed down.

"However..." Qian Daoliu's tone shifted as if he thought of something, his expression helpless.

"Throughout the detailed records of our Spirit Hall over the past millennium regarding such strange detached martial souls."

"There is simply no corresponding cultivation method. How are we supposed to guide Xiao Heng in cultivating his martial soul in the future?"

Qian Daoliu's gaze slowly swept across Golden Crocodile Douluo, Azure Luan Douluo, Mighty Lion Douluo, Guangling Douluo, and the two brothers Qian Jun and Jiang Mo present.

Those six Super Douluos could make the Douluo Continent tremble simply by stomping their feet outside.

At this moment, they looked like students trying to avoid a school teacher's questions, shaking their heads in tacit agreement.

They didn't know; they really didn't know. This humble concubine simply couldn't do it!

He had never encountered such a bizarre detached martial soul, so how could he even begin to teach someone how to cultivate it?

"Speaking of this detached martial soul..." Golden Crocodile Douluo tried hard to recall. "The last appearance of a detached martial soul seemed to be several decades ago."

"It was on Yu Xiaogang, that good-for-nothing son of Yu Yuanzhen from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan who ran away from home."

"Although he is also the owner of a detached martial soul, his cultivation talent is simply indescribable!"

"His innate soul power is a pathetic half a rank. Clearly he is a descendant of Yu Yuanzhen, yet his martial soul resembles a hog, and his whole life's soul power level cannot break through the thirtieth rank!"

"His cultivation route has zero reference value for Xiao Heng!" Mentioning Yu Xiaogang, Golden Crocodile Douluo almost could not help laughing out loud.

How could that guy Yu Yuanzhen, a Title Douluo powerhouse renowned across the continent, end up siring a bug despite being a true dragon? Who could reason with that?

"Sigh—" Inside the spacious main hall of the Worship Hall, Qian Daoliu's sigh echoed. "We'll take it one step at a time. I can only hope Xiao Heng can figure out a path of his own."

Spirit Hall possessed three major sacred halls, the first of which was the Hall of Douluo. It was located atop the Sacred Mountain of Spirit City, almost connecting with the clouds.

Compared to the grand Pope Palace, the specifications of the Hall of Douluo were slightly smaller, but it carried a sense of historical weight.

The entire palace was constructed from primitive rocks, with the traces of time settling on every single stone surface.

All the titles of past Title Douluo were consecrated here, serving as the final traces they left behind in the world.

For soul masters in the soul master world, the Hall of Douluo was the supreme sanctuary of glory.

It was the destination of their lifelong yearning; only at the moment of advancing to a Title Douluo did one have the qualification to step foot here and engrave one's own title!

For those departed Title Douluo, being able to sleep peacefully here and be buried in this place was an even greater supreme honor!

Inside the Hall of Douluo, every tombstone was arranged in an orderly fashion, engraved with their magnificent and tumultuous lives for later generations of soul masters to look up to and pay respects.

"Brother—"

"Why are we not sleeping in the middle of the night and sneaking over here secretly to do what anyway?" A crisp and melodious little girl's voice rang out in the night wind.

A little girl with long blonde hair and a pair of gem-like azure eyes was holding up the gorgeous lace hem of her small golden dress, carefully following behind a boy.

Although the boy was only around six years old, a head of dazzling golden hair caught the eye, and his eyes were as bright as the stars. Though still young, his brow already revealed a composure mismatched with his age.

One boy and one girl, two little tots.

The place they had come to was precisely the Hall of Douluo, the sanctuary of glory in the hearts of soul masters across the soul master world, and also the burial place of powerful Title Douluo from past eras.

Every Title Douluo able to be buried here was without exception a peerless powerhouse during their lifetime who shook an entire era!

Among them were the past popes of Spirit Hall, every single one of whom was an existence that had touched the threshold of a Ninety-Ninth Rank Peerless Douluo.

The night wind brushed past Qian Renheng's resolute face. He reached out a fair palm and pushed open the heavy doors of the Hall of Douluo, which were laden with the traces of historical time.

"Creeak—"

Accompanied by a scraping sound, the massive doors swung open abruptly, and a solemn and respectful mausoleum came into view for the two of them.

Chilly moonlight spilled down, illuminating the statue holding the Angel Holy Sword at the center, as well as the towering tombstones surrounding it.

The surfaces of the tombstones were painted in gold, inscribing the names and titles of these powerhouses, along with their glorious battle achievements from when they were alive!

"Xiao Xue, be honest with your brother. Do you want to meet our great-grandfather whom we have never laid eyes on?"

Qian Renheng walked familiarly through the outer perimeter of the graveyard, finally stopping in front of a tombstone more resplendent than all the others.

Numerous characters were carved into the tombstone, and under the illumination of the moonlight, these writings were exceptionally clear.

[Angel Douluo: Tomb of Qian Wushuang]

[Life Experience: Pope of the XXX-th Generation of Spirit Hall, Ninety-Ninth Rank Peerless Douluo...]

This was their great-grandfather, the grandfather of old man Qian Xunji, the father of grandfather Qian Daoliu, the former pope of Spirit Hall, the once peerless Douluo, the tomb of Qian Wushuang!

"Great-grandfather?"

Six-year-old Qian Renxue blinked her pretty eyes, not even processing it through her brain before simply saying:

"I do! I've heard grandfather talk about it several times. Back then, great-grandfather was a peerless powerhouse who shook the entire continent!"

"He is a peerless Douluo at the exact same realm as grandfather is now."

"But brother, didn't great-grandfather die long ago? How are we supposed to see him?"

Qian Renxue scratched the back of her head, speaking with puzzlement.

Seeing his younger sister take the bait, the corners of Qian Renheng's mouth raised slightly, flashing a crafty trace resembling a suspicious stranger.

"Xiao Xue, as of today!"

Qian Renheng placed his hands behind his back, stepping onto a large rock at some unknown moment, putting on the appearance of an otherworldly expert.

"Your brother won't keep it from you either. You know that your brother possesses the twin mutated Angel Martial Soul!"

"After awakening my martial soul, my Death Angel Martial Soul has an extremely rare, even heaven-defying ability!"

Qian Renxue looked at her older brother, her eyes completely round, completely fooled and bewildered.

"Your brother here has the incredible and terrifying ability to reverse yin and yang and resurrect the dead!"

"As long as the deceased's skeleton is intact, I can rely on my martial soul's ability to forcibly drag them back from the netherworld!"

"So!" A flash of excitement crossed Qian Renheng's eyes as he practically cajoled, "As long as we dig our great-grandfather up from the underground right now... invite him out!"

How could a civilized person call it digging? It was naturally an invitation!

"Then, relying on the heaven-defying ability of my martial soul, we'll be able to see a lively great-grandfather!"

As his voice fell, the surrounding air seemed to instantly freeze, and the innocent, brilliant smile on Qian Renxue's face instantly stiffened.

Then her tender, pink face visibly turned pale as a sheet, and she stammeringly said, "Dig... dig a grave?!"

Qian Renxue looked at Qian Renheng, backing away frantically in fright, her head shaking like a pellet drum as her long golden hair whipped wildly in the night wind.

She never would have imagined that tonight, thinking her brother was taking her out to play, she would end up doing this kind of thing instead!

"Brother!"

"Doing this is wrong, the dead must rest in peace, how can we dig up our great-grandfather's grave?"