Four Black, Four Red-A God's Inheritance!?

The Holy Mountain staircase had just over a thousand steps. Qian Juechen climbed the first eight hundred without the slightest strain.

But the moment he passed the eight-hundredth step, the pressure surged.

At the summit, Qian Daoliu stared intently at the figure below.

Watching Qian Juechen climb the first eight hundred steps so easily had already given him a rough measure of his grandson's strength.

He was at least a Titled Douluo!

No one below that level could possess such a powerful body and solid foundation of Soul Power.

What surprised Qian Daoliu even more was Qian Juechen's composure throughout the climb.

He did not look like someone who had only just reached the Titled Douluo realm. He carried himself like a veteran who had spent years at that level.

"So you truly haven't wasted these twenty years. Far from it—you've given this old man quite a surprise," Qian Daoliu murmured, a sharp glint in his eyes.

But Qian Juechen's display did not make him end the test. Instead, he deliberately intensified the pressure on the final two hundred steps.

Those last two hundred steps were his way of probing Qian Juechen's limits.

He knew when to stop, though. The moment Qian Juechen showed signs of being unable to withstand it, he would withdraw his power.

This was his grandson. He could test him, but he would never let him lose face before Spirit Hall's leaders.

Yet Qian Daoliu had still underestimated how much Qian Juechen had grown over those twenty years—and the extraordinary opportunity he had obtained.

He had underestimated, too, just how terrifying that Sword Case Martial Soul with Innate Full Soul Power could become.

At the eight-hundred-and-fiftieth step, Qian Juechen frowned.

The pressure had grown taxing. He could no longer maintain his earlier ease.

He could keep forcing his way forward with his body and mental strength alone.

But that would be a wretched sight, and he had no reason to hide his abilities.

To face even this much pressure from a Limit Douluo, he needed at least to use Martial Soul Possession and a few other means before he could barely hold his own.

That was, of course, assuming Qian Daoliu did not use his full strength.

Inside the Worship Hall, Qian Jun and Jiang Mo watched Soul Power begin to stir around Qian Juechen, their eyes lighting up.

"So he's finally using his Martial Soul? What he's done is astonishing enough already. He reached the eight-hundred-and-fiftieth step on physical and mental strength alone, without using Soul Power. That kid must be a Titled Douluo now. A Titled Douluo at twenty-five—how incredible is that?"

The other priests in the Worship Hall largely agreed with Qian Jun and Jiang Mo.

They were not blindly praising one of their own. They simply had absolute confidence in Qian Daoliu's strength.

In an age when Tang Chen was nowhere to be seen, who on the entire continent could stand against Qian Daoliu?

In all the Soul World, perhaps only the one on Sea God Island could match the Grand Priest.

At the foot of the Holy Mountain, countless Spirit Hall leaders in the Papal Palace—and the Pope herself—fixed their gazes on the young man.

Reaching the eight-hundred-and-fiftieth step by physical strength alone was proof enough of his power.

Even Bibi Dong was astonished. He was only in his twenties, yet he had already become a Titled Douluo. His talent surpassed even hers at that age.

Under everyone's gaze, an exquisite, lavishly fashioned ancient Sword Case appeared behind Qian Juechen without warning.

Its shape was both ancient and intricate, its surface engraved with unfathomable patterns. The case had no single color; if anything, it bore the chaotic hues of a star-filled cosmos.

The instant it appeared, Qian Juechen's eight Soul Rings lit up.

Black, black, black, black—red, red, red, red!

Eight Soul Rings in a combination no one throughout history would have thought possible appeared on a single person.

At the sight, every priest in the Worship Hall rose to their feet.

The peerlessly beautiful figure in the Papal Palace sprang up in shock as well.

Even the old man at the summit of the Angel Sacred Mountain, standing within the angel's phantom image, looked aghast at those black and red rings.

"How is this possible..."

If even these renowned experts, who had long stood at the pinnacle of the Soul Master World, reacted this way, the Spirit Hall leaders and geniuses at the foot of the mountain stood no chance of remaining calm.

They were stunned. A Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring as his first ring, and a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring as his fifth—how could any human achieve that?

They had all once been celebrated across the continent as prodigies and powerhouses, exceptional among their peers.

Yet even they had followed one iron rule: a Soul Master's first ring could bear roughly five hundred years at most. Absorbing a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring as a fifth ring was already considered an ideal arrangement.

Anyone fortunate enough to possess a single Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring would leave their name in the continent's history.

But the man on the Holy Mountain had a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring as his first and a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring as his fifth. No one had ever heard of such a thing, much less seen it.

Unlike those who could only stare in shock, the experts in the Worship Hall and the Pope in the Papal Palace soon arrived at the same thought.

An inheritance from a god.

The Worship Hall venerated the Angel God. Its priests knew of the Qian family's inheritance of a Divine Position, and they believed in it without question.

After all, they had a young mistress: Qian Xunji's younger daughter, a girl who had awakened the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul with Innate Soul Power at level twenty. She was highly likely to inherit the Angel God's Divine Position and become the next Angel God.

Bibi Dong understood even more clearly. She had only recently accepted the Rakshasa God's Divine Trial and had begun to learn what a god's inheritance entailed.

So she could tell at a glance that this young man had to possess a supreme inheritance from some god.

Otherwise, no human could have a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring as his first and a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring as his fifth.

Meanwhile, at the summit of the Holy Mountain, Qian Daoliu stood motionless.

This Limit Douluo, who had dominated the continent for centuries and stood at the peak of the Soul Master World, was stunned speechless—a rare sight.

Four black rings and four red!

He had only meant to test his grandson. He had never imagined the result would so thoroughly defy his expectations.

As Spirit Hall's Grand Priest and the guardian and guide of the Angel God's inheritance, he knew exactly what it meant for one person to possess such an astonishing set of Soul Rings.

His grandson, who had been away for twenty years, had also caught the eye of a god in the Divine Realm and received an inheritance of a Divine Position.

If he passed the trials, he could inherit that Divine Position and ascend to the Divine Realm.

What did that mean?

Could the Qian family produce two gods in this generation?

With her Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul and Innate Soul Power at level twenty, Qian Renxue was all but certain, in Qian Daoliu's eyes, to receive the Angel God's inheritance.

And now there was Juechen. Brother and sister alike possessed such extraordinary talent.

What had little Xunji done to deserve two such outstanding children? In that respect, he's far surpassed me!

Qian Daoliu was already imagining the heights Spirit Hall and the Qian family might reach in their generation!