A dragon's roar, a terrifying Martial Soul!

"Did the Dragon God Douluo awaken his Light Sacred Dragon Martial Soul using Heavenly Soul Stones?"

"That's right. He is one of the strongest men alive, and you, too, have a chance to reach the pinnacle." As Yan Shaozhe thought of his teacher, his face filled with reverence.

Ji Feng had read the original novel and felt little reverence for Mu En. Ye Xishui had led him around by the nose, and he had died without ever learning the truth. He had truly disgraced his reputation as the Well-Fed Douluo.

Still, whatever he thought inside, he had to put on the right expression. Ji Feng raised his head, fixing Yan Shaozhe with a burning gaze full of admiration and longing.

His expression left Yan Shaozhe immensely pleased.

"Ji Feng, the fact that you could save me proves that powerful energy lies hidden within your body. You simply haven't discovered it yet. Am I right?"

Ji Feng nodded. That powerful energy... was none other than the internal energy he had cultivated since childhood!

Like Tang San, he had brought a divine skill with him when he transmigrated.

Tang San had the Tang Sect Secret Art, "Mysterious Heaven Skill," while he had the Carefree Sect's secret art, "Northern Darkness Divine Skill"!

He had once been the heir to an ancient martial arts family on Earth. He had never expected to wake up one morning as an orphan in this Douluo World.

The reason Zhu Chen had exhausted so much Soul Power while helping him awaken was that Ji Feng had been circulating the Northern Darkness Divine Skill.

There was no helping it. The Northern Darkness Divine Skill circulated energy along different routes from the Mysterious Heaven Skill. It absorbed other people's Soul Power through acupuncture points, and the stronger one's own Soul Power became, the stronger its suction grew.

It was a quintessential late-stage cultivation art, extremely difficult to cultivate in the early stages. On Earth, Ji Feng had elders who could pour internal energy into him. On the Douluo Continent, he had no such luxury.

Fortunately, Zhu Chen was there. When guiding a Martial Soul Awakening, he released only a faint amount of Soul Power to ensure the child's safety, which was just enough to help Ji Feng cultivate.

Four years had passed, and Ji Feng was on the verge of fully cultivating his hand taiyin lung meridian. Once he did, he would be able to absorb other people's Soul Power through the shaoshang point on his thumb.

As for his Martial Soul, Ji Feng suspected that the Northern Darkness Divine Skill had altered his meridians, making an even greater amount of Soul Power necessary to awaken it.

Even if he had not saved Yan Shaozhe, he would have awakened his Martial Soul sooner or later as his energy accumulated over time.

"Hehe, it's all right. In fact, Shrek Academy loves monsters like you most of all. I can sense the immense energy within you, and it even seems to resonate with my Martial Soul. Perhaps Shrek Academy is about to welcome another Super Douluo!"

Ji Feng: "..."

Yan Shaozhe led Ji Feng to the center of the magic array. Sunlight shone through the Heavenly Soul Stones onto Ji Feng's face, washing over him with a gentle warmth. The eight stones shimmered with a hazy white light that seeped eerily out of them.

"The marvelous thing about Heavenly Soul Stones is that once you connect your power to them, they can accurately display its strength, including all your latent talents. At the same time, Zhu Chen and I will gradually guide your power with our Soul Power and awaken it.

"Back then, my teacher awakened his power this same way. His Martial Soul awakened at six, he reached level twenty at eight, and by eighteen, he was a level sixty-nine Quasi-Soul Emperor. He led his team to victory in the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Tournament. He was a true genius."

Ji Feng's lips twitched. How come I never realized while reading the novel that this old fellow revered Mu En so much? He can't go three sentences without mentioning his teacher.

Isn't he descended from the Dragon Emperor Douluo, Long Xiaoyao? Why does he feel so close to Mu En?

Apparently, the debt of being raised outweighed the debt of being born.

"What do I need to do, then?" Ji Feng asked.

"Come, sit cross-legged here, close your eyes, and clear your mind. I'll assist you."

Ji Feng nodded and sat cross-legged in the center of the magic array. At once, the eight Heavenly Soul Stones emitted a soft white light.

The white light surrounded his young body. A gentle warmth brushed against him, but nothing else felt unusual.

Ji Feng closed his eyes and exhaled softly twice, quickly calming his mind.

"There are eight Heavenly Soul Stones. When a person pours their power into them, they produce different reactions.

"For those with ordinary Martial Souls, their power isn't enough to make even a single Heavenly Soul Stone react. A mid-grade Martial Soul can light up one stone, while a top-tier Martial Soul like mine can light up two.

"Do you know how many Heavenly Soul Stones my teacher, the Dragon God Douluo, could light up?"

Ji Feng: "..."

He could not speak. His entire awareness was immersed within his body, sensing the aura of the Heavenly Soul Stones.

"Four! He lit up four Heavenly Soul Stones in total! In Shrek Academy's ten-thousand-year history, there had never been a Martial Soul of such supreme caliber. He has reached the pinnacle of humanity, and only the Dragon Emperor Douluo can barely stand beside him.

"There are eight Heavenly Soul Stones, but lighting up the remaining four is beyond human capability. Perhaps only Lord Sea God from ten thousand years ago could accomplish it. That is already the realm of gods!"

Whoosh!

As Yan Shaozhe spoke, the northernmost Heavenly Soul Stone flickered incessantly before finally blazing with a dazzling white light!

One of the eight Heavenly Soul Stones had finally lit up!

"Yes, just like that. Don't let your concentration waver. Your Martial Soul resonates with mine, and given your repeated failed awakenings, you should be able to light up three Heavenly Soul Stones."

Yan Shaozhe circulated his Soul Power to protect Ji Feng's heart meridians, preventing the Heavenly Soul Stones' power from injuring him through a backlash.

A flicker of surprise crossed his face. He had used Heavenly Soul Stones himself, but their white light should not have been this dazzling.

Why did even his eyes, those of a Titled Douluo, sting a little?

Whoosh!

The moment his words fell, another Heavenly Soul Stone lit up. Many of the villagers watching the spectacle had already averted their eyes.

"The second one! Excellent, I knew I wasn't wrong about you! Hahahaha!"

Whoosh!

Almost immediately after the second beam of white light, a third suddenly shot into the sky!

Yan Shaozhe nodded again, his face radiant with a smile.

"Very good. Just as I thought, your potential ranks among the academy's finest. I truly look forward to seeing your Martial Soul. Become my disciple, and I..."

Before he could finish, a fourth light suddenly burst forth!

Yan Shaozhe's voice and expression froze at the same time.

"This... this is four Heavenly Soul Stones!! Your Martial Soul is actually no less powerful than my teacher's Radiant Sacred Dragon!!"

Whoosh!

The fifth light made Yan Shaozhe's pupils contract sharply, and even the sun's radiance was completely eclipsed.

The entire world had almost turned pure white, leaving only those five enormous stones blazing with white light.

"F-five stones!"

Yan Shaozhe's voice began to tremble. He involuntarily raised a hand and rubbed his eyes.

His teacher had only lit up four Heavenly Soul Stones. He had told Yan Shaozhe that five meant entering the realm of gods!

Whoosh!

Yan Shaozhe trembled all over and unconsciously stumbled back several steps.

The sixth Heavenly Soul Stone followed right after the fifth, radiating an intense white light.

"You've got to be kidding! No... this is impossible."

Yan Shaozhe's face was pale, and he kept shaking his head.

As a member of the Sea God Pavilion, what raging winds and towering waves had he not weathered? Yet this had shattered everything he knew.

He could not accept it.

Whoosh!

The seventh Heavenly Soul Stone lit up. Yan Shaozhe had already gone numb, while Zhu Chen had long since collapsed to the ground, not daring to look at Ji Feng within the array.

The two men seemed to have lost their souls. Their mouths hung open, yet neither could utter a single sound.

Whoosh!

When the eighth Heavenly Soul Stone emitted white light, Yan Shaozhe completely lost his mind. Only one thought remained in his head: his injuries had not fully healed.

Moreover, his brain had been injured. Everything he was seeing now was a hallucination.

Other than a hallucination, he had no way to explain anything he saw.