Terrifying Martial Soul Ability: Reviving Angel Douluo Qian Wushuang!

"Revive, my Great-Grandfather—"

Before Qian Renxue's azure eyes, filled with shock and disbelief, an indescribably horrifying scene unfolded.

Death and Destruction energy, so dense it had become almost tangible, transformed into two massive black hands.

They domineeringly lifted the gleaming skeleton from within the coffin and pulled it into the Death Realm.

High in the pitch-black sky, the absurdly enormous Blood Moon burst forth with an eerie glow.

The next second, a scarlet beam of light, thick and viscous like blood, descended from the heavens and precisely enveloped the skeleton.

A miracle—or rather, a divine miracle—descended at this moment!

The originally bone-white skeleton began to mutate at a visible speed beneath the nourishment of the blood-red light.

Flesh grew from bone. Bright-red buds of flesh, like living vines, frantically crawled over and intertwined around the skeleton.

Then came blood vessels, meridians, and internal organs.

Thump—

Thump—

Thump—

A crimson heart condensed within the hollow chest cavity, its powerful beating echoing like the muffled pounding of war drums.

Finally came muscle and skin. The magnificent clothes that had once sagged from the lack of flesh beneath them gradually filled out.

But this was merely the reconstruction of a physical body—a soulless shell. Even if he had been a Ninety-Ninth Rank Peerless Douluo in life,

even if he were revived, he would be nothing more than a walking corpse with brute strength!

The instant the reconstruction of flesh was complete, a dark-red gate carved with vicious ghost faces suddenly burst open deep within the Death Realm.

Behind the gate came the roars of countless resentful spirits after death, as though it led directly to the Netherworld Hell!

Surrounded by countless resentful spirits, a solid ball of soul light radiating terrifying pressure burst through the gate!

It transformed into a black streak of light and entered the newly reconstructed body of flesh and blood.

Swish—

The originally closed eyes flew open. They were filled with the authority of a superior, yet also tinged with confusion.

The moment he opened his eyes, an aura so terrifying that it made heaven and earth change color and forced all things into submission erupted uncontrollably from within him.

That was the terrifying pressure of a Ninety-Ninth Rank Peerless Douluo!

If an ordinary soul master had been here, they would have been crushed into a meat patty in moments.

However, none of this affected Qian Renheng and Qian Renxue in the distance, because within the Death Realm, he was the absolute ruler!

Yet this utterly terrifying pressure lasted only 0.0001 seconds before it was forcibly pressed back into his body and rapidly restrained.

Huff—

A chilling wind swept backward, and the Death Realm receded like a tide. The surrounding space once more returned to the solemn grandeur of the Hall of Douluo.

The revived Qian Wushuang steadily descended from the sky and landed on the ground.

He subconsciously clenched his fists, feeling the surging Soul Power within him like a vast ocean and the blood racing through his flesh. The confusion on his face only deepened.

He looked around. There was no mistake.

This familiar architectural style, this solemn and sacred atmosphere, and those towering gravestones.

This was the Hall of Douluo, one of the sacred halls of their Spirit Hall, as well as the place where the past popes of Spirit Hall were buried.

Following his gaze downward, he immediately saw the large pit at his feet that had been dug open, along with the gravestone standing there.

[Angel Douluo: Grave of Qian Wushuang]

[Life Experience: XXXth Pope of Spirit Hall, Ninety-Ninth Rank Peerless Douluo...]

"Is this my grave?" Qian Wushuang murmured. Yet he was still standing, still alive, still breathing!

Seeing his own gravestone with his own eyes felt rather absurd.

As for Qian Renheng, the culprit behind all of this, he had long since collapsed onto the ground, panting heavily from exhaustion.

Using the heaven-defying Martial Soul ability, Death Realm, to revive a Peerless Douluo who had been dead for who knew how many years—

the consumption of power was unimaginable. Even Ming Ji had exhausted all her strength, turning into specks of black light and returning to his body.

At this moment, Qian Renheng was weak to the extreme. Even moving a finger felt incredibly difficult.

Yet his eyes were exceptionally bright. Calling it ecstatic joy would not have been an exaggeration.

"It's real... it's actually real!"

"Brother didn't lie to Xiao Xue. Brother really can revive the dead. This person truly is Great-Grandfather!"

Having witnessed the entire process, Qian Renxue's heart was already filled with shock and reverence for her brother.

She covered her cherry-like mouth with both hands and stared at the newly revived, imposing middle-aged man. That was their Great-Grandfather!

Qian Wushuang, standing where he was, suddenly furrowed his brow. Though he was currently at his peak, he was horrified to discover that

his proud cultivation as a Ninety-Ninth Rank Peerless Douluo had unexpectedly developed an abnormality, greatly startling him.

With the emergence of that abnormality, it was as if he had been subjected to some overwhelmingly domineering restriction—an absolute rule that could not be defied!

The abnormality branded an indelible mark deep within his soul, and this mark clearly told him

that he absolutely could not harm the blond boy before him, who seemed exhausted to the point of collapse and was sprawled on the ground, in the slightest.

Even if he harbored the faintest hostility, his soul could instantly disperse and return to the underworld!

Not only could he not harm the other party, he also had to obey him completely. The other party's commands were the laws of heaven and earth!

He had no choice but to obey, or he would die.

"Hadn't I already died?" Qian Wushuang did not pay much attention to the mark deep in his soul. What concerned him more was how exactly he had been revived.

Though he outwardly maintained the calmness of a Peerless Douluo, his violently contracting pupils had thoroughly betrayed him.

Coming back from the dead? Could this be the power of a god!

Otherwise, how could something so absurd and contrary to reason possibly exist in this world?

He clearly remembered that when his lifespan had reached its end, he had breathed his last under the gaze of countless onlookers.

The grave beside him, carrying the stench of fresh soil, and the completely empty coffin all confirmed his suspicion.

He, Qian Wushuang, had died long ago. He had died completely, and he had been dead for many years.

Qian Wushuang could not make sense of it no matter how hard he thought. He had even begun to wonder whether he had fallen under an illusion.

Just as he was doubting himself, Qian Renxue had already recovered her senses and helped the exhausted Qian Renheng up from the ground.

The two delicate, golden-haired, blue-eyed children stood side by side, bowed obediently and deeply, and respectfully called out:

"Great-Grandson Qian Renheng (Great-Granddaughter Qian Renxue) greets Great-Grandfather!"

The two crisp voices entered Qian Wushuang's ears. His eyes abruptly widened as he stared fixedly at the two children before him, who looked like porcelain dolls. There was no mistake!

He had neglected to sense them due to his sudden revival, but now that he had calmed down, the bloodline resonance unique to the Qian Clan's Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul could not be mistaken!

The two little children before him were indeed his great-grandson and great-granddaughter.

"Great-Grandfather, it seems you are still somewhat confused and have yet to adapt to the real world. Allow your great-grandson to explain everything to you."

It had to be said that their Great-Grandfather had an outstanding appearance. He was handsome and resolute, with a valiant bearing, an imposing presence, and an innate majesty even without anger.

Most importantly, he was not a weak remnant soul, but a genuine complete body—a Ninety-Ninth Rank Peerless Douluo at the peak of his power.

And he was a Peerless Douluo under his control, utterly loyal to him!