Today was a very happy day for Jiang Mo.
He had turned six years old.
He woke up early, got ready quickly, and rushed toward the main hall, where the elders were gathered. His heart was pounding with excitement. Today was the day.
As he stepped into the hall, both his grandfathers, Jiang Jun and Jiang Long, were already there, waiting for him. The other elders of the clan were also present, forming a semicircle around the awakening platform. Only the Grand Worshiper was absent.
"I heard from Grandpa Jiang Jun once... the Grand Worshiper is in seclusion."
Jiang Jun looked at the approaching child with pride in his eyes. "Are you ready, my little champion?"
"Yes, Grandpa!" Jiang Mo replied enthusiastically.
Jiang Long beckoned to him. "Come here."
He stepped to the center of the hall and, with a calm motion, retrieved six jet-black Martial Soul Awakening Stones from his soul guide. He arranged them into a hexagonal formation on the awakening platform.
Then, in front of everyone, Jiang Long summoned his Martial Soul.
The Coiling Dragon Staff.
No matter how many times Jiang Mo had seen it, the moment always left him breathless.
A radiant light shimmered across the long, staff-like weapon. Ethereal dragon patterns danced along its length, twisting and coiling as if alive. The aura it released was mighty, reverent—a pressure like that of an ancient creature stirring in the deep.
Jiang Mo's fists clenched in anticipation.
'Soon... soon I would awaken my own Martial Soul.'
'My Coiling Dragon Staff... it would be as incredible as this one.'
What Jiang Mo did not yet know was the truth about the Coiling Dragon Staff. The true potential of this Martial Soul was shown in Douluo Dalu 3 in the hands of Qiangu Clan.
In the secret records of the Qiangu Clan, it was said that any child who awakened the Coiling Dragon Staff would be inherently blessed with innate soul power.
And the staff was no ordinary weapon.
Upon reaching the three-ringed level, the soul master would be accompanied by a soul dragon in battle. At the level of a Titled Douluo, one could even summon the true body of that dragon, a creature known as the Break Evil Dragon.
It was not part of the lineage of the Dragon God. It did not bow to any order of the pure Dragon Clan. Instead, it was a being born of heaven and earth, condensed from primordial energy. It was a rogue and mysterious existence.
In battle, it roared, its cries shaking spiritual senses and inhibiting its enemies. The Coiling Dragon Staff was its medium, and its roars could tear through evil, distort laws, and suppress divine techniques.
The Break Evil Dragon's presence granted the user an unyielding will. The famed Unyielding Staff Technique, and even the ability to challenge rules and fate itself, had all been developed by generations of Qiangu Clan experts who studied this divine beast bound to their martial soul.
Yet this level of mastery was no coincidence. The Qiangu Clan had devoted everything to refining and drawing out the Coiling Dragon Staff's potential—making it a veritable top-tier martial spirit.
However , in this era Jiang Jun only concentrated in developing the staff and Jiang Long concentrated in developing the Evil breaking dragon. Even then they were able to reach a level that is like a mountain to cross in a normal person's dream in Douluo continent.
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Now, in this era of Douluo Dalu 1, young Jiang Mo stepped forward under the expectant gazes of the worshippers and elders. The air in the awakening chamber was solemn, but filled with anticipation.
Jiang Long, calm yet inwardly tense, gently took his grandson's hand and led him to the center of the awakening array. The formation, inlaid with countless soul-conducting stones, began to glow as it activated. Light shimmered across the circular platform, pulsing like a heartbeat.
As Jiang Mo stood within the array, a sudden feeling surged within him—something ancient and mighty stirred from slumber. With a burst of spiritual pressure, a powerful staff emerged into his hand. Black with silver inlays, carved with winding dragon patterns that glowed faintly, the Coiling Dragon Staff had awakened.
Gasps echoed across the hall. Jiang Long's expression froze for a moment before breaking into a smile of both relief and joy.
"Good! Very good!" he praised, his voice thick with emotion. "You've inherited our ancestral martial soul."
Still elated, he swiftly brought out a spherical crystal orb used to test innate soul power. "Let's check your innate soul power level."
Jiang Mo stepped forward and placed his hand on the soul power testing orb. Instantly, the crystal lit up with a brilliant white glow, its brightness surging past what was considered average.
Jiang Long's eyes widened in surprise before he exclaimed, "Innate soul power: level eight!"
A murmur of awe swept through the surrounding crowd. In the Douluo Continent, level seven was already considered a top talent. Level eight was exceptional.
"The heavens bless the Qiangu Clan!"
"Truly worthy of the Coiling Dragon Staff!"
Worshippers came forward to offer their congratulations, their eyes burning with renewed fervor. Jiang Long's heart swelled with pride. His grandson, a true heir of the clan's legacy, would surely rise far.
After the ceremony, Jiang Mo, beaming with happiness, ran back to his room. His steps were light, his heart brimming with dreams of the future. He couldn't wait to tell his parents and record the day in his little diary.
But when he reached his room, his steps halted abruptly.
There, leaning casually against the doorframe with her arms crossed and half-lidded purple eyes watching him intently, stood a girl, Qian Renxue.
She looked calm, almost bored, yet there was something unreadable beneath that serene mask.