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Eastern region of the Tianhun Empire, Qingzhou Province.
Although Qingzhou Province belonged to the Tianhun Empire, all matters—political, military, financial, and even the hearts of the people—were firmly controlled by the so-called number one sect under heaven: the Taixu Sect.
The Taixu Sect bore the surname Jiang and was thus also known as the Taixu Jiang Clan.
It was an ancient clan with a legacy stretching back thousands of years.
The young man Jiang Shuo stood on the platform for the Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony, somewhat dazed and disoriented.
He was not a native of the Douluo World. Due to a strange accident, he had ended up in this plane.
Unlike many of his transmigrating predecessors, he was practically born at the top.
After all, he was the young master of the number one sect under heaven.
At this moment, the memory shock from the ceremony caused the past history of the Douluo World to slowly resurface in his mind.
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More than four thousand years ago, the continents collided.
The collision nearly doubled the original territory of the Douluo Continent.
It also reignited the once-dormant Soul Master world.
Soul Engineers—a profession that rivaled Soul Masters.
With the power of soul tools, ordinary Titled Douluo below the Super Douluo level could challenge powerful Super Douluo.
But the changes brought about by the collision four thousand years ago didn't stop there.
The most eye-catching event:
For the first time in six thousand years, someone ascended to godhood once again!
Jiang Yuan.
Founder of the Taixu Sect. With unparalleled insight and initiative, he ventured alone deep into the Sun Moon Continent during the brutal war between the Three Nations of the original Douluo Continent and the Sun Moon Empire. There, he slew and devoured a nearly 800,000-year-old soul beast.
He shattered the divine barrier in one stroke and created a new godhood—The Taixu God.
From then on, the Taixu Sect flourished, and the Taixu Mystic Dragon Martial Soul rose to become the greatest beast martial soul of its era.
Over a thousand years after the Taixu God's ascension—
Another jaw-dropping event occurred.
The Jiang family produced yet another god.
This one bore the title: the God of Space.
Though it was an inherited godhood, its prestige was no less than that of the Rakshasa or Angel Gods from ten thousand years ago.
With two gods in one family, the Taixu Jiang Clan rose even further.
The Taixu Mystic Dragon Martial Soul became the undisputed number one martial soul on the Douluo Continent.
Then, another thousand years after the ascension of the God of Space—
Yet another shocking event occurred.
The Jiang Clan, overjoyed, welcomed a third god!
Taixu Douluo Jiang Po passed the Nine Trials of the Divine Realm and inherited the most powerful elemental godhood—The God of Thunder.
Thus, with three gods, the Taixu Jiang Clan reached its zenith.
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After decades of war, the invading Sun Moon Empire was forced to cede large swaths of land to preserve its ancestral line and heritage.
But the original Three Nations suffered greatly too. War and disaster left their nations severely weakened. The ruling class intensified their exploitation, plunging the common people into misery.
For the last four thousand years, though the Douluo and Sun Moon continents seemed to have merged, underlying conflicts only intensified with time.
The aristocracy of the former Three Nations, seduced by the Sun Moon Empire's sugar-coated bullets, became increasingly corrupt.
Meanwhile, the two biggest beneficiaries of the Continental War—the Taixu Jiang Clan and Shrek Academy—continued to thrive.
Over a thousand years after the Thunder God's ascension—
The Taixu Jiang Clan once again ushered in its annual Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony.
This ancient family, which had produced three gods, all of whom were beneficiaries of the Taixu Mystic Dragon Martial Soul, placed tremendous importance on soul awakening.
And as the young master, Jiang Shuo—the son of the current Taixu Sect Master and bearer of a Super Douluo (Rank 98) bloodline—
He was undoubtedly the center of attention.
The aged Yuanshi Douluo Jiang Yuanshi, having a child late in life, sat at the head seat stroking his beard, casting sidelong glances at his only son.
In the vast sapphire hall, dozens of eyes—some overt, some pretending not to notice—were all quietly watching the young master Jiang Shuo as he stood at the center of the soul awakening ritual.
Jiang Shuo, too, held his breath and focused as he stood before the six-pointed Soul Guidance Awakening Array.
After six years in the Douluo World, he was finally experiencing this iconic ceremony.
In his past life, he knew a little about this world—
But only a little.
After arriving here through soul transmigration, he realized the story had deviated a bit.
No—a lot.
The sudden appearance of the Taixu Sect, and its ridiculous power level, was clearly not part of the original storyline.
And now, things were starting to feel strangely familiar again.
This scene—why did it feel just like one of those web novel plots he used to read?
Could this damned heaven really be about to give him a trash martial soul and force him into a rags-to-riches journey?
Jiang Shuo muttered to himself internally, a strange unease rising in his heart.
Martial Soul Awakening—without a doubt, the most important event in a person's life.
Sure, both his parents had top-tier martial souls, but who could guarantee against that one-in-ten-thousand chance?
Wasn't Yu Xiaogang a living example of such misfortune?
As the young master, if he awakened a trash martial soul...
Given how ruthless big clans could be, he might really be forced into a real-life Douluo version of: "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west—don't underestimate a poor youth!"
He wouldn't even get to enjoy life as the young master of the world's strongest sect. He'd be shoved into an underdog's journey of revenge and glory.
Jiang Shuo felt like he was being wronged by fate.
But there was no use in being anxious. The sect's officiating elder had already stepped forward and gestured for him.
The elder smiled kindly and said, "Young master, it's your turn."
"Don't be afraid—just step onto the platform."
Jiang Shuo did as instructed.
As he stood atop the awakening array, countless light particles rushed toward him in an instant.
"Shaa!"
The moment his martial soul awakened, a dazzling silver light burst across the marble and sapphire hall.
A loud "Ka-cha~" echoed as the alloy-crafted awakening device suddenly cracked.
Jiang Shuo stared blankly at the small spear that had appeared in his palm.
Wait... wasn't he supposed to awaken the Taixu Mystic Dragon?
The spear was entirely silver, with a small dragon's head forming the joint, as if the spear's tip was being spat from its mouth. The body of the weapon was lined with faint dragon patterns, exuding a powerful aura.
Silver Shuo Spear.
The term suddenly popped into the boy's mind.
"Silver" for its pure color, "Shuo" for its meaning of strength and grandeur—
A pure and unyielding spear.
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This sudden development threw the previously whispering hall into a frenzy.
"The young master's martial soul... it's not the Taixu Mystic Dragon?"
"Ah... It really isn't..."
"Hsss~..."
The children undergoing awakening were all six years old and naturally had little subtlety. Though they tried to hide their curiosity, many couldn't resist stretching their necks to get a better look at Jiang Shuo.
Some even broke into barely concealed grins of delight.
In a clan this large, with so many people and competitors—
If the high-born young master fell, others could rise.
In the eyes of Taixu's younger generation, no martial soul could compare to the Taixu Mystic Dragon.
No matter how strong another martial soul was, could it become a god?
No!
But the Taixu Mystic Dragon could—and had already done so more than once.
Now, the sect's young master had awakened a spear-type martial soul. This alone might have disqualified him from becoming the next sect master.
As for the possibility of a twin martial soul—no one believed it.
Twin martial souls came with a price: both spirits had to be of a similar level.
With the Taixu Mystic Dragon being the continent's top martial soul, adding another one of a similar caliber could overload the bearer with so much soul energy it would cause them to explode.
The proof was right there in their history: not a single Taixu ancestor had ever possessed twin martial souls.
Jiang Yuanshi could no longer maintain decorum. He dashed forward to stand before his son, staring at the small silver spear in his hand, his expression torn between disappointment and shock.
The beautiful woman who had been watching from the side also flashed to the boy's side.
Though over a hundred years old, Sect Mistress Chen Yuan retained her youthful appearance. Her skin was smooth, her figure graceful, and not a single strand of her dark hair had turned white.
The couple exchanged glances before exclaiming in unison:
"A mutated martial soul!"
Jiang Shuo looked confused and asked, "Father, Mother... is it a positive mutation, or...?"
Even before he finished asking, he sensed the answer himself.
He could feel the strength and quiet pressure radiating from the silver spear.
It was, at the very least, not a negative mutation.
His father sighed, casting a complex glance at his wife, then at their son.
No matter what, at least it hadn't turned into the worst-case scenario.
He shook his head and said:
"We don't know yet. Let me sense it."
With that, Yuanshi Douluo, the strongest cultivator present, gently placed his palm on the small silver spear.
After several breaths, he slowly opened his eyes.
With a hint of hesitation, he said, "The energy within it is quite powerful. It doesn't seem like a negative mutation."
Jiang Shuo pursed his lips and softly said, "Father, I can feel it. This is definitely not a trash martial soul."
"Your martial soul is the Taixu Mystic Dragon, and Mother's is the Soulbreaker Spear. It must be a fusion of the two."
"Let's test my soul power now. The ceremony isn't over yet."
Jiang Yuanshi looked down at his usually perceptive son and nodded slightly. His concern had clouded his judgment. After all, if it could crack the awakening device, how could it possibly be a trash martial soul?
He turned to the officiating elder and said,
"Continue—test my son's innate soul power."
"If there are no surprises, it should be level nine or higher."
Jiang Yuanshi had reason to be confident.
Both he and his wife possessed innate full soul power. Going back three generations, no one in their direct line had less than level nine.
Martial souls might mutate, but innate soul power was almost certain to be inherited.
(End of Chapter)