The Sea of Spirit fell silent.
Two gods, two gazes, two entirely different paths to godhood—all rested upon one person's choice.
The suffocating stillness nearly froze the entire Sea of Spirit.
Bing Yekong stood between the two gods and raised his head.
He smiled.
He looked at the Sea God, then at the Asura God, and spoke.
"Only children have to choose."
His voice was not loud, yet it carried far through the Sea of Spirit, like a stone cast into a deep pool, ripples spreading outward layer by layer.
"I want them all."
The Sea God frowned.
The Asura God's brow furrowed as well.
Bing Yekong raised both hands. A wisp of golden light gathered in his left palm, while a thread of dark-red blood energy churned in his right. The two lights flowed separately in his palms, neither invading nor merging with the other, yet both remained utterly still.
"I have two martial souls." Looking at the two gods before him, he spoke word by word. "The Ice Dragon King is my secondary martial soul. It has received the Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud's recognition and can follow the Sea God's Path. The Frostblade Sword is my primary martial soul. It inherits the Slaughter God Domain and is best suited for the Asura God's path. Two paths, two martial souls—I can walk them both."
After he finished speaking, the Sea of Spirit fell silent again.
The Sea God silently stared at the golden light in his palm, while the Asura God silently watched the dark-red blood energy. Neither deity spoke.
After a long while, the Asura God suddenly let out a brief, low laugh.
"Twin Martial Souls."
He turned to the Sea God, his tone carrying an unmistakable air of See? I told you so. "One primary martial soul