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Within a deeply hidden consciousness space somewhere on the Douluo Continent, an extraordinarily peculiar, indescribable fluctuation of aura quietly spread.
Those who sensed it in various places reacted differently, each harboring their own thoughts.
Deep within the Worship Hall, in the mountains behind Spirit City.
A waterfall cascaded like a ribbon of silver, its waters murmuring.
Beside the waterfall, wine and dishes were laid out on a stone table.
A dignified, blond-haired middle-aged man sat drinking opposite a blond youth who looked considerably younger.
The middle-aged man suddenly paused with his cup raised. His brows drew together slightly as he turned toward the distance. "Great-grandfather, another super martial soul has been born."
"This aura... carries a powerful sense of collapse. It is mysterious beyond mystery, yet somehow... keenly piercing."
The blond youth responded calmly, "Mm. Its edge rends the void, its radiance holds up the heavens, and its mysteries run deep."
His fingers unconsciously stroked his chin, his expression thoughtful. "But this feeling... seems faintly familiar, though I cannot quite grasp what it is."
The middle-aged man raised his wine cup and speculated, "An aura of piercing and cleaving. If it is not a spear or lance, could it be some kind of sword martial soul taken to its extreme? Great-grandfather, there are only so many families it could be."
He immediately added, a barely perceptible hint of relief in his voice, "And at least its characteristics are fairly clear this time. It is a super martial soul, unlike whatever appeared three years ago. That felt far too vague, impossible to fathom."
"Could one of his descendants have done this?" An inscrutable gleam flashed through the blond youth's eyes. "Interesting."
The middle-aged man set down his wine cup and looked up at