Beside him, Tang San, who had just finished his test and was struggling with complicated feelings, also felt his pupils contract. He whipped his head around to stare at Han Qiu, his face full of astonishment.
He had never seen Han Qiu act so brazenly before, and he had even less idea why Han Qiu had suddenly made such wild boasts in public.
Han Qiu actually felt rather awkward himself, but for the sake of awakening his Martial Soul, it was nothing to be ashamed of.
He told himself, If I don't feel awkward, then everyone else will.
Old Jack's face twitched, and his heart skipped a beat.
My little ancestor, what are you trying to do?
Talking nonsense in front of a Battle Soul Master from Spirit Hall-isn't that asking for trouble?
The other children, who had just finished awakening their Trash Martial Souls, also widened their eyes. They stared blankly at Han Qiu in the center of the formation, their gazes full of confusion and surprise.
In the empty hall of the little wooden house, Han Qiu alone stood tall and steady at the center of the hexagonal light formation, his expression composed, without a trace of fear.
He had already died of social embarrassment anyway.
Boom!
Just then, Han Qiu felt his sea of consciousness shudder violently. His countless thoughts shattered, and he plunged into boundless, chaotic nothingness.
This expanse of chaos was utterly silent, as though time and perception alike had been stripped away.
At that moment, everything in the outside world seemed to have nothing to do with him.
He drifted alone through the primordial chaos before heaven and earth had been sundered. Every limb and bone had lost all sensation; only his soul floated within it.
An unknown amount of time passed.
In the depths of the deathly silent, boundless chaos, a single glimmer of utmost purity appeared from nothing, quietly lighting up the darkness.
At first, the light was exceedingly faint, yet it carried a vitality that had endured since time immemorial. It flickered gently amid the vast chaos, then expanded and bloomed wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Han Qiu could clearly sense a Martial Soul taking shape within him. Formless and intangible, it was lustrous white throughout, yet it could bear all things and shine upon everything!
The mysterious point of light did not vanish. Another change arose in the chaos of his sea of consciousness!
Deep in the void, a profound golden marking slowly took shape. It gradually intertwined and merged with the origin of his soul, and before long, it formed the illusory image of a deep, ethereal vertical eye at the spiritual platform between his brows.
Good grief, could this be the legendary Heavenly Eye? If it really is, wouldn't it be inevitable that I'd smash through the ceiling of the cultivation fantasy world?
Who was the last person to have a Heavenly Eye again?
Erlang, the Sage-Manifesting True Lord, one of the Heavenly Court's three great rebels!
Excellent, I'll use the True Lord as my template.
The two supreme Martial Souls, one light and one eye, intertwined and merged. There was not the slightest resistance from clashing Martial Souls or conflicting Soul Power. Instead, they complemented and sustained each other, building a unique Martial Soul system within his body!
At the same time, a crisp system notification rang out through his spiritual platform!
[Congratulations, host, on completing your choice and awakening the supreme Martial Soul Light and the supreme Martial Soul Heavenly Eye.]
Han Qiu had only just come to his senses when a calm voice sounded in his ear. "Another Trash Martial Soul. What use is an extra eye?!"
Tang San, on the other hand, looked at the vertical eye with mild surprise.
A vertical eye?
It did resemble the Heavenly Eye of legend from his previous life, but how could this world possibly have a Heavenly Eye?
It had to be nothing more than a resemblance.
Su Yuntao looked at the immensely excited Han Qiu and shook his head.
Why is he so excited over some unknown vertical eye?
"All right, are you still going to test your Soul Power?" Su Yuntao frowned slightly. "Why not forget it?"
"Forget it?" Han Qiu was taken aback for a moment, then waved a hand. "How could I? I still have to manifest my glory before everyone."
With that, he pressed his palm against the crystal ball.
Boom!
Golden light burst forth in a thousand-yard blaze, so brilliant that no one could open their eyes.
Su Yuntao's eyes widened in disbelief. "Another fucking one with full Soul Power?!"
At the same time, Old Jack and Tang San stared at the sight before them, their faces filled with shock.
Tang San was even more astounded and cried out inwardly, Han Qiu has Innate Full Soul Power too?
Tang San knew full well that the reason he possessed Innate Full Soul Power was that he had painstakingly cultivated the Mysterious Heaven Skill since childhood. He had not been born with full Soul Power.
But Han Qiu was different. He had never had the opportunity to practice a cultivation method.
Tang San had seen it all over the years. Until recently, Han Qiu had rarely even made a point of exercising; he had only begun desperately tempering his physique in the past month.
Where could he have found a way to accumulate Soul Power?
Could this be talent? The finest talent one could be born with!
Tang San's eyes were full of wonder. As a transmigrator, he had only obtained Innate Full Soul Power by practicing the Mysterious Heaven Skill since childhood.
But as far as he could tell, Han Qiu had no cultivation method to rely on. With nothing but his own natural foundation, the guy was probably a genuine supreme genius.
Then he remembered his agreement with Han Qiu.
Tang San told himself inwardly, There's no chance of an upset. I have the full range of the Tang Sect's martial arts. Even if I haven't started forging Hidden Weapons, Han Qiu definitely can't beat me in a fight.
But then another thought occurred to him. He quietly held his left hand open behind his back, and a small hammer silently appeared.
I seem to have two Martial Souls. But what exactly is the origin of this hammer Martial Soul? Perhaps Father knows.
At that thought, Tang San looked up at Han Qiu, only to see him examining his own Martial Souls with great interest, seemingly unconcerned about having Innate Full Soul Power.
Tang San could not help marveling inwardly. Naturally, he had no way of knowing that Han Qiu had achieved his Innate Full Soul Power in just one short month.
Han Qiu was no peerless genius by birth. Over the past month, he had repeatedly tempered his body to the brink of death, relying on the energy generated by Qi-State Origin-Flow to break through his limits again and again. Only then had he obtained his current Innate Full Soul Power.
But Han Qiu no longer cared how high or low his Soul Power was. Instead, he was filled with curiosity as he investigated his Twin Martial Soul.
Huh? This energy ball looks like it's about to crack.
Han Qiu glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw fine cracks faintly appearing on the surface of the crystal ball used to test Soul Power.
Han Qiu's heart tightened. He hurriedly gathered his focus and firmly held back most of the energy in his body that had yet to escape, no longer pouring it into the crystal ball. If he continued, the crystal ball would surely explode.
Innate Full Soul Power is enough. If I make it burst, things will get troublesome. If someone takes me for an oddity and captures me for research, that'll be terrible, Han Qiu thought.
If his aptitude beyond Innate Full Soul Power were revealed, it would very likely attract Spirit Hall's attention.
Han Qiu was certain that the energy contained within his body had long surpassed the limits of Innate Full Soul Power. It was around level twenty, perhaps even higher, though he himself could not gauge exactly how high.
If Spirit Hall learned of this, it might send people to abduct him and dissect him for research.
He remembered that in the first part of Douluo Continent, Qian Renxue was the only person whose Innate Soul Power had surpassed level twenty, the only one. But Qian Renxue was the daughter of Bibi Dong, the Pope of Spirit Hall, and came from a noble background.
He, on the other hand, was just an ordinary boy from a remote village. What right did he have to possess Innate Soul Power above level twenty?
Even showing off required a sense of proportion; it was best to stop there. Unlike Tang San, he had no backing, and Spirit Hall was not to be trifled with.
Two people with Innate Full Soul Power had appeared one after another in a single village, and he had happened to encounter both of them?
Su Yuntao's thoughts churned. He could not help recalling that when he had awakened his Martial Soul, his Soul Power had only been at level two. He sighed inwardly.