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. A pair of angel Martial Souls rested in his hands, yet they looked completely different. Along the edges of the angel in his right hand, pale golden holy flames burned.

The blinding radiance nearly illuminated the dark underground cavern. Its intensely aggressive holy aura made him deeply uncomfortable, even though the boy before him was merely a Soul Master who had only just awakened his Martial Soul.

Having been unconscious for several days, Mu Feng had only just managed to understand his situation after waking up. It turned out that three evil Soul Masters had attacked the village that day. Two of them had actually died because of the mutation that occurred when his left-hand Martial Soul awakened during his outburst.

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

Mu Feng looked at the Martial Soul in his left hand. With its distinctive dark-purple wings and pointed ears, he immediately recognized Morgana from League of Legends in his previous life. As for the "Holy Angel" in his right hand, there was no need to say more—it was Morgana's elder sister, Kayle.

The Angel Martial Soul had become universally known across Douluo Continent through the story of the Battle of Two Gods, passed down for ten thousand years. The angel in the records somewhat resembled Mu Feng's right-hand Martial Soul, but Ge Shuo had no clue whatsoever about his left-hand Martial Soul.

After frowning and pondering for a long time, the only thing he could confirm was that the boy before him was absolutely a genius. Thus, he decided to leave the matter to his superiors.

Ge Shuo waved his hand. "You may leave, Yan Kun. I will report your great contribution to headquarters."

The middle-aged man, whose cheeks bore deep nasolabial folds, respectfully backed away before finally disappearing into the shadows of the cavern.

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

"Take him away and watch him carefully." 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 deeper into the altar. Two shadows leaped out of the darkness, seized Mu Feng tightly, and locked him inside a completely enclosed room.

Any other six-year-old child might have been utterly lost in the face of such circumstances, but Mu Feng, who had long known how the plot unfolded, knew exactly where he was.

The dark chamber was pitch-black. Several loaves of bread as hard as wooden sticks had been thrown in with him, along with half a bottle of water that someone had apparently left unfinished.

Even so, Mu Feng savored the meal. It was not only because he had gone without food for so long, but also because he needed to survive.

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

Only after personally experiencing the cruelty of the Douluo world did Mu Feng truly understand. The casual line in the book, "evil Soul Masters slaughtered countless villages," became, in reality, a hellish scene of rivers of blood and mountains of corpses.

Thus, the real Douluo world was nothing like the naïve one in the books. Here, Soul Power was everything. As for the restraints of morality and law, they existed only because one was not strong enough.

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

But once he possessed the means to challenge Spirit Hall, the conflicts he had once been able to tolerate became evidence of Spirit Hall's attempted dictatorship.

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

He wanted to become stronger—stronger than everyone else. Whether it was the Holy Spirit Cult or Shrek Academy, no matter where he was, all he needed to do was cultivate and fight. Only when no one stood above him would he have the power to change this continent.

Mu Feng closed his eyes. After eating and drinking his fill, he had long been mentally and physically exhausted. Yet whenever he was about to fall asleep, miserable cries echoed in his ears and dragged him back to Stone Village, where flames raged everywhere and the place resembled a living hell.

In the Divine Realm, a ray of light shot out from a great hall and plunged into Douluo Continent, transforming into a sky full of starlight before vanishing without a trace. A handsome young man wearing a deep azure robe appeared before the hall's entrance. On closer inspection, white ripples could be seen on the robe, like surging waves upon the sea.

It was Tang San, clad in the Sea God's robes. Stroking his chin, he said in confusion, "The inheritance of the Angel God Position should have been severed. How could there be a Blessing?"

Suddenly, a divine official dressed in golden garments embroidered with angel emblems ran out of the hall. The moment he stepped outside, he encountered Tang San standing at the entrance in thought. His face was filled with panic. Seeing Tang San before him, he hurriedly reported, "Something is wrong, Lord Sea God."

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

"By all reason, once the inheritance of a god position has been severed, the statue should show no unusual activity in ordinary times." As he spoke, the divine official secretly cast Tang San a strange glance. He also knew that the severing of the angel inheritance had been brought about by the man before him.

Tang San acted as though he had not noticed the look at all and continued in an unhurried manner, "Then what was that Blessing from the god position that I sensed coming from the hall just now?"

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

Tang San's expression changed drastically upon hearing this. A vacant god position was insignificant compared to a shattered 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 gravely, "Return and continue guarding the hall. If any further abnormality occurs, report to me immediately. I will investigate the cause of this matter first."

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

He released his divine power, seeking to see exactly where that streak of light had flown. Yet this time, the already vague image instantly became even more muddled, as though it had turned into a mass of paste. His investigation was almost completely shut out from beyond the borders of Douluo Continent.

He hurriedly turned his divine sense toward the White Tiger Duke's Estate. Huo Yuhao, who had originally been relatively clear, now seemed covered in a mosaic. Though this was far better than directly investigating the inheritor of the angel inheritance, it still showed that his investigation was being disrupted by an inexplicably powerful force.

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

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

Beyond the Divine Realm, in the core region of the Star Dou Great Forest, a lake shrouded in mist began to churn with waves across its once tranquil surface. Several tall shadows stood around the lakeshore, seemingly discussing something.