Twin Six-Winged Angel

"Twin Six-Winged Angel."

At the center of the altar formation, an elderly-looking man watched the boy standing within the martial soul awakening array formed from black crystals. Two angel martial souls hovered over his hands, yet their appearances were completely opposite. Along the edges of the angel on his right hand, pale golden holy flames burned around its gilded wings.

The blinding radiance nearly illuminated the entire dark underground cavern. Its aggressively holy aura made him deeply uncomfortable, even though the youth before him was merely a soul master without a martial soul.

Having been unconscious for several days and only just awakened, Mu Feng had barely managed to grasp the situation. It turned out that there had been three evil soul masters who attacked the village that day. Two of them had actually died when the mutation of his left-hand martial soul awakened during his outburst.

The remaining evil soul master had brought him back here. The old man standing at the center of the formation was Ge Shuo, the branch master of the Holy Spirit Cult in the Heavenly Soul Empire.

Mu Feng looked at the martial soul in his left hand. With its distinctive dark-purple wings and pointed ears, he recognized it at a glance as Morgana from League of Legends in his previous life. As for the "Holy Angel" in his right hand, there was even less doubt—it was her older sister, Kayle.

In the tale of the Battle of Two Gods, passed down across Douluo Continent for ten thousand years, angel martial souls had become known to every household. The angel in the records somewhat resembled Mu Feng's right-hand martial soul, but Ge Shuo had no clue what his left-hand martial soul was.

After frowning and pondering for a long time, the only thing he could confirm was that this brat was definitely a genius. Thus, he decided to hand the matter over to his superiors.

Ge Shuo waved his hand. "Withdraw, Yan Kun. I'll report your great contribution to headquarters."

The middle-aged man with deep nasolabial folds beside his cheeks respectfully backed away, eventually vanishing into the shadows of the cavern.

"Yan Kun?" Mu Feng stared fixedly at the middle-aged man's departing back, branding the name "Yan Kun" into his heart.

"Take him away and keep a close watch on him." Ge Shuo was about to turn and leave when he suddenly added, "Be careful not to let him starve to death."

With a wave of his hand, Ge Shuo headed toward the depths of the altar. Two shadows leaped out of the darkness, clamped Mu Feng tightly, and locked him in a completely sealed room.

Any other six-year-old child might have been completely lost in such a situation, but Mu Feng, who already knew how the plot unfolded, knew exactly where he was.

The secret chamber was pitch-black, so dark he could not see his own hand. A few loaves of bread as hard as wooden sticks and half a bottle of water had been thrown in with him, presumably left over from someone else.

Even so, Mu Feng ate the meal with relish. It was not merely because he had gone so long without food, but because he needed to survive.

In the absolute darkness, Mu Feng instead felt increasingly calm. Compared to his sudden death in his previous life, he was now hanging on the line between life and death. During those short hours of hell, he had thought through many things. Only by surviving could he grow stronger.

Having personally experienced the cruelty of the Douluo world, Mu Feng finally understood. The casual line in the book, "evil soul masters slaughtered countless villages," became, in reality, a hellish sight of rivers of blood and mountains of corpses.

Thus, the real Douluo world was nothing like the naïve world described in the book. Here, soul power was everything. As for the restraints of morality and law, they existed only because one's strength was not yet great enough.

Tang San had been the same ten thousand years ago. Before he rose to prominence, he had accepted the Martial Soul Hall's monthly stipend with a clear conscience and could endure even minor conflicts.

But once he possessed the means to challenge the Martial Soul Hall, the conflicts he could previously tolerate became evidence of the Martial Soul Hall's attempted dictatorship.

Ten thousand years later, Mu Feng, having endured the great calamity of Stone Village, understood this principle even more thoroughly.

He wanted to grow stronger, stronger than everyone else. Whether it was the Holy Spirit Cult or Shrek Academy, wherever he was, all he needed to do was cultivate and fight. Only when there was no one above him could he gain the ability to change this continent.

Mu Feng closed his eyes. After eating and drinking his fill, he was already exhausted in both body and mind. Yet whenever he was about to fall asleep, miserable cries would ring in his ears, dragging him back to Stone Village, where flames raged everywhere and the place resembled hell on earth.

In the Divine Realm, a beam of light shot out from a great hall and descended into Douluo Continent, transforming into starlight that vanished without a trace. A handsome young man clad in a deep azure robe appeared before the hall's entrance. A closer look revealed white ripples embroidered on the robe, like surging waves upon the sea.

It was Tang San, dressed in the Sea God's robe. Stroking his chin, he said in confusion, "The inheritance of the Angel God position should have been severed long ago. How could there be a blessing?"

Suddenly, a divine official clad in golden garments embroidered with angelic emblems ran out of the hall. The moment he stepped outside, he encountered Tang San, who was standing at the entrance in thought. His face was filled with terror. Seeing Tang San already there, he hurriedly reported, "This is bad, Lord Sea God."

Tang San looked at the flustered divine official and reassured him slowly, "Don't panic. Speak slowly."

"Logically, once the inheritance of a god position has been severed, the statue should show no unusual activity on ordinary days." As he spoke, the divine official furtively glanced at Tang San with a strange expression. He knew that the severance of the angelic inheritance had been brought about by the man before him.

Tang San seemed not to notice his gaze at all and continued calmly, "Then what was that blessing from the god position that I sensed from the hall just now?"

The divine official continued, "That is precisely what is strange. Perhaps a large number of angel believers have appeared in the lower realm and resonated with the statue, triggering an inheritance blessing. But after the blessing, the angel statue suddenly cracked and is now covered in fractures."

At those words, Tang San's expression changed drastically. A vacant god position was trivial compared to a shattered divine statue. This meant that the law represented by the Angel God position had suffered a tremendous impact. It concerned the very foundation of the Divine Realm, and the blessing had indeed flown toward Douluo Continent.

Tang San said solemnly, "Go back and continue guarding the hall. If any further abnormality occurs, report it to me immediately. I'll investigate the cause of this incident first."

With that, Tang San transformed into a streak of light and headed for the Divine Realm Committee's hall. The authority he could personally wield was limited. With Douluo Continent's own power of destiny obscuring his sight, he could only barely make out the general situation. Since a child of fortune had emerged from the Dai Family, Tang San was already prepared to use him to further gain control over Douluo Continent.

He released his soul power, intending to see exactly where that streak of light had gone. Yet this time, the already blurry image instantly became even more muddled, as though it had turned into a lump of paste. His investigation was almost entirely shut out beyond the bounds of Douluo Continent.

He hurriedly shifted his divine sense to the White Tiger Duke's Estate. Huo Yuhao, who had previously been fairly clear to him, now looked as if his body had been censored into a mosaic. Though it was far better than directly investigating the inheritor of the angelic inheritance, it still showed that his probing was being interfered with by an inexplicably powerful force.

A child of fortune carrying even stronger destiny power than Huo Yuhao had appeared. That immense power of destiny directly interfered with divine power. Tang San sensed the damage to the angelic laws within the Divine Realm.

For the first time since becoming a god, he felt that events were gradually slipping beyond his control. Looking at the blurred image before him, he murmured in a low voice within the otherwise empty hall, "What kind of power is this?"

Elsewhere, beyond the Divine Realm, in the core region of the Star Dou Great Forest, waves churned across the surface of a lake shrouded in mist. Several towering shadows stood around the lake, seemingly discussing something.