Inside the Heavenly Dragon Sect's Council Hall, the atmosphere was so heavy that even the air felt oppressive.
Everyone's gaze converged on the figure in the foremost seat on the left.
Gongsun Shu rose and closed his right hand around empty air before him. An old book steeped in the weathered aura of passing ages condensed in his palm.
Its cover bore no writing, yet radiated an indescribably profound fluctuation.
This was his natal martial soul, the Wordless Heavenly Book.
As a utility-type tool martial soul rarely seen on the continent, this heavenly book could not only divine fate and record cause and effect, but also wield exceptionally uncanny powers of prediction and control in actual combat. It was the foundation upon which the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion stood.
One soul ring after another, belonging to a Titled Douluo, rose from beneath his feet.
Two yellow, two purple, five black.
The nine soul rings shone against one another, and the immense pressure of a rank ninety-three Titled Douluo abruptly spread through the hall.
The Super Douluos and sovereign seated in their chairs remained unaffected, but every guard standing along the edges of the hall bent involuntarily at the waist, struggling even to breathe.
Gongsun Shu lightly tapped the book's spine with his withered fingers, his gaze settling on the deep, dark fifth soul ring.
The black soul ring blazed with light. A strange soul power that tugged at the threads of fate flowed down his arm into his martial soul.
Fifth Soul Skill, Heavenly Secrets Divination.
By consuming a portion of the caster's spiritual power and vital blood energy, this soul skill could forcibly glimpse the fortunes and misfortunes awaiting them in the near future.
Both the Star Luo Emperor, Xu Jiawei, and the Heavenly Dragon Sect's sect master, Long Yuhan,