"Hmm, very good. Little girl, your name is Bibi Dong, right? Would you like to join the Spirit Hall?"
Upon encountering such a genius, Murong Shayue naturally wanted to recruit him. Hearing this, Bibi Dong smiled and nodded.
"Thank you, Grandpa. I'm willing to join the Spirit Hall."
Upon hearing Bibi Dong's agreement, Murong Shayue smiled.
"Alright, alright, then Dong'er, you wait here for a while."
Bibi Dong nodded and waited quietly to the side. Murong Shayue looked at Murong Huai and said with a smile:
"Huai'er, next Grandpa will help you awaken your martial soul."
Murong Huai nodded and stepped forward. Murong Shayue waved his hand, and several Awakening Stones flew out, surrounding Murong Huai and emitting a strange light, enveloping him.
Murong Huai extended his right hand, and a golden soul force flowed around him, finally gathering in his palm. In an instant, a golden light shot into the sky, piercing through the roof of the Spirit Hall and soaring straight into the clouds.
Immediately afterwards, a huge golden figure wearing a gilded robe and holding a long sword appeared behind Murong Huai. The figure was surrounded by golden light and exuded endless divinity, like an immortal descending from heaven, standing alone in the world.
Then, it transformed into a golden stream of light and merged into the longsword in its hand. It circled once, seemingly tearing apart the surrounding space, before landing in front of Murong Huai, significantly taller than him.
The sword is five feet four inches long, with a crystalline luster flowing throughout its body like the Milky Way. Nine golden divine patterns are faintly visible on the spine of the sword, and a rotating miniature nebula is inlaid on the guard. The hilt is wrapped with nine golden patterns and is also about a foot long, with three strands of ice crystal tassels hanging from the end.
With a flash of golden light, a gilded scabbard appeared, holding the longsword. Upon seeing this, Murong Huai was somewhat stunned; he now knew the sword's name.
Immortal Lord Nine Arrives with the Sword!!!
However, the Immortal Lord Nine Arrivals Sword is five feet four inches long, which is about 1.8 meters. Even if Murong Huai awakens his martial soul, he is only less than 1.3 meters tall. How can he use it?
Seeing Murong Huai's predicament, Murong Shayue offered guidance:
"Huai'er, try to integrate your soul power into your martial soul and see if you can change its shape."
Upon hearing this, Murong Huai stretched out his hand, and a stream of golden soul power flowed out, landing on the Immortal Lord Nine Descent Sword. The sword's size began to slowly shrink, to about one meter in length, with a hilt about one and a half centimeters long, just the right size for Murong Huai.
Murong Huai took the Immortal Lord Nine Descent Sword in his hand, slightly drew it out, and a flash of cold light appeared. Upon seeing this, Murong Shayue said:
"Hmm, not bad. This should be a mutation of your mother's Nine Profound Sword. It is undoubtedly a powerful martial soul, but it is a pity that it did not inherit the Demon Flame Heavenly Dragon martial soul."
At this point, Murong Shayue seemed somewhat regretful, but Murong Huai said:
"Grandpa, I feel there's another power inside me that hasn't come out yet."
Upon hearing this, Murong Shayue was stunned, then looked at Murong Huai.
"What, Huai'er, you mean..."
Murong Huai nodded.
"I think I might have a martial soul like Dong'er, but I don't know why it hasn't awakened."
Upon hearing this, Murong Shayue pondered for a moment and understood that Murong Huai's second martial soul was definitely an extremely powerful super martial soul, and the awakening array could not provide enough soul power for its awakening.
"Huai'er, next Grandpa will infuse you with soul power. Carefully sense the power within you and guide it to emerge."
Murong Huai nodded.
"Grandpa, I understand."
Murong Shayue pointed at the awakening array, and streams of purplish-red soul power surged into it. Murong Huai immediately felt the power within his body becoming clearer, but there was still no sign of it awakening.
"Grandpa, the soul power still seems insufficient!"
What!
Murong Shayue was greatly alarmed. He had just poured in one-tenth of his soul power, yet it still couldn't awaken the energy. Seeing this, Murong Shayue no longer held back and poured in all his soul power. Murong Huai immediately felt that energy awaken.
"Aaaaaah!!!"
Suddenly, an unparalleled purple light shot into the sky, piercing the heavens and dyeing the entire sky a terrifying purple twilight, enveloping the entire Spirit City.
Immediately, all the Title Douluo powerhouses in the Spirit Hall looked up in surprise at this scene. From inside the Hall of Worship, six figures flew out; they were the other six Worshippers.
Three figures flew out from the Papal Palace; they were none other than the current Pope, Qian Daoliu, and two guardian elders, Xiong Shi and Guang Ling. Qian Daoliu looked at the golden figure at the head of the offerings, bowed, and inquired:
"Father, what is this?"
The golden figure watched this scene with a solemn expression. It was Qian Pocheng, the current Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, father of Pope Qian Daoliu, and a level 98 peak Douluo. He shook his head.
"I don't know, but I sensed a destructive power within it that made my heart tremble!"
"Even you feel your heart flutter, this..."
Just then, a strange phenomenon appeared in the sky, and a figure emerged.
Its body is over 10,000 meters long, covered with huge scales tens of meters in diameter, flowing with scalding energy, with thick limbs and purple blood wings that are nearly 10,000 meters wide.
It has nine huge dragon heads on its neck, the central one being gray-black in color and nearly twice the size of the other eight, with an aura of death emanating from its eyes.
"Roar~"
The nine dragon heads opened their blood-red mouths simultaneously, unleashing terrifying roars. In an instant, an overwhelming and irresistible pressure spread outwards.
Instantly, everyone in the entire Spirit City was forced to the ground by this oppressive force. Even super-strong individuals like the Spirit Hall's elders knelt on the ground, and everyone else lay sprawled on the ground in a sorry state. Even the strongest, Qian Pocheng, was kneeling, his hands supporting him on the ground, looking utterly pathetic. Even the Angelic Light dimmed considerably at this moment.
However, this oppressive force only lasted for a single breath before dissipating completely. All living beings felt as if they had been granted a pardon, greedily inhaling the air. Qian Daoliu and his companions slowly rose to their feet.
"Such terrifying power! A mere pressure is enough to render us powerless. What is this...?"
The experienced Qian Pocheng thought for a moment, then realized what was happening and said hurriedly:
"This is an awakening phenomenon! Someone has awakened an extraordinary martial soul. They are definitely a top-tier genius. Who will awaken their martial soul in the Spirit Hall today!"
Upon hearing this, the Fourth Elder, Golden Crocodile Douluo, recalled the power he had just witnessed and said:
"Great Elder, today seems to be the day the Third Elder's only grandson awakens. That power just now seemed somewhat similar to the Third Elder's Demonic Flame Heavenly Dragon, could it be..."
Upon hearing this, the others realized that there were indeed some similarities, though not many, but they did exist. Qian Pocheng immediately waved his sleeve.
"To the Awakening Hall!"
"yes!"
The group transformed into streaks of light and headed towards the Awakening Hall, determined to find out who the master of this power was.
End of chapter ___