On the way to dinner, Bibi Han thought a lot. He would never betray his mother, Bibi Dong, nor would he allow her to destroy the Spirit Hall in the future.
Although there was darkness within the Spirit Hall, and its existence was like a thorn in the side of the continent's nobility—who longed to eradicate it—it was still a protective shield for the common people, keeping them safe from the oppression of soul masters in power.
Just like Zhao Wuji, the Demon King of the soul master world not long ago, who dared not harm civilians and hid due to the Spirit Hall's pursuit. There were many such examples.
Guarding the Spirit Beast Forest, preventing spirit beasts from causing chaos, suppressing evil soul masters until they were like rats hiding in sewers, signing a contract with the Slaughter King to allow him to govern the Slaughter City—these were all actions of the Spirit Hall.
Bibi Han sighed, thinking: Strength—you need strength. With strength, you can do these things. With strength, you can protect the Spirit Hall in the future.
Tang San, my only brother, I don't care whether you've reincarnated or lost your way. As long as you've taken good care of Tang Hao for the past three or four years, I will surely accept you. I hope we never meet in battle.
A few days later, at the Awakening Hall.
"Come here."
Bibi Dong led Bibi Han by the hand into the hall.
"Greetings, Your Holiness the Pope!" Everyone in the Awakening Hall knelt on one knee.
"At ease."
"Thank you, Your Holiness."
"Han'er, it's time for your martial soul to awaken."
"Yes, Mother."
Bibi Dong looked at him seriously. "Becoming a soul master is an important threshold, and the amount of innate soul power you have will determine how far you can go in the future. Regardless of whether your talent is high or low, you are still my son."
With her status, even if Xiao Han had no soul power at all, she could still ensure he lived comfortably and without harassment for the rest of his life.
"I'm sure I'll awaken a good martial soul," Bibi Han replied confidently.
He then walked fearlessly toward the hexagonal stone array, looking into his mother's eyes with excitement and anticipation.
The one presiding over the awakening was a Soul Emperor, and the Spirit Hall was a massive city. Every year, countless awakenings took place—this was nothing unusual.
The Pope's son, however, was not someone the Soul Emperor dared to carelessly channel his power toward.
A pale golden light enveloped Bibi Han's body, forming a mask of light. It was as though he had entered a warm world, and suddenly he felt two objects within his body struggling to emerge.
He raised his right hand, but no martial soul appeared.
The Soul Emperor glanced at the Pope with a hint of unease.
Bibi Dong also grew slightly worried and said, "Increase your output of soul power."
The Soul Emperor complied.
Finally, Bibi Han felt something break inside. Raising both hands, a small black-studded hammer and a silver-blue grass appeared before him.
"Twin Martial Souls!" everyone exclaimed in unison, but quickly fell silent—both martial souls emitted no power at all.
As everyone knew, the stronger a martial soul was, the greater the "pressure" it exuded.
For example, the higher the innate soul power of the Clear Sky Hammer, the more overwhelming its dominating aura. The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda's strength could be gauged by the brightness of its seven-colored light.
Yet Bibi Han's two martial souls had no pressure whatsoever.
Could they be useless? Twin trash martial souls? Many considered this possibility.
Only two people thought otherwise—Bibi Dong, who could sense that these martial souls were far from ordinary, and the Soul Emperor conducting the awakening, whose face was turning increasingly pale. He could feel his soul power constantly being drained.
Realizing that these martial souls had no innate soul power to draw upon, they had begun absorbing the Soul Emperor's power instead.
"Mother, give me soul power. I don't have enough," Bibi Han said uncomfortably.
Bibi Dong was slightly surprised. She stepped behind him, placed her hands on his back, and poured her own soul power into him—only to feel that his body was like a bottomless abyss, constantly devouring her energy.
Then, nine soul rings appeared—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, and red.
The soul masters in the Awakening Hall were shocked at the sight of the red ring, symbolizing 100,000 years. Such a thing was the rarest treasure in the soul master world, for it meant the owner possessed a 100,000-year-old soul bone.
The value was immeasurable. Even a mere thousand-year-old soul bone could spark bloody battles.
Soul power continuously poured into the twin martial souls, and both began to transform.
The black shell on the Wuhun Hammer cracked away, while the Blue Silver Grass turned golden, with blue veins appearing one after another.
When the black shell fully shattered, a golden hammer wreathed in purple lightning appeared, and the golden Blue Silver Grass, marked with blue lines, radiated a breath of life.
Two rays of light were released from the martial souls—those within the blue light felt refreshed, and even minor wounds healed; those within the golden light felt their bodies grow sluggish.
The onlookers had no idea what this meant, but Bibi Dong knew very well—it was a Domain.
Bibi Han's appearance also changed dramatically—his light-blue short hair grew into a waist-length cascade, the color deepening into vivid blue with strands turning gold. His once ordinary face became strikingly handsome, a beauty that would only become more refined as he grew older.
The awakening ended, and the martial souls were withdrawn.
"Everyone, leave. Other than the change in Xiaohan's appearance, you are to…" Bibi Dong didn't finish, but the murderous intent in her eyes was clear.
"Yes!" Everyone hurried away—Her Majesty the Pope's fearsome reputation was well known.
Once the doors closed, Bibi Dong cupped his handsome face in both hands, clearly pleased.
"Mother, stop pinching my face," Bibi Han complained.
"Han'er, release your martial souls and show them to me."
"What are their names?" Bibi Dong asked.
Bibi Han frowned slightly and replied, "The Blue Silver Divine Grass, and the Clear Sky Divine Hammer."
Blue Silver Grass—a thousand years to become Grass King, ten thousand years to become Grass Emperor, a hundred thousand years to become Grass Emperor, and one million years to become Grass God. The name carried divine authority.
"Good, very good!" Bibi Dong said excitedly. "Han'er, 'Clear Sky Divine Hammer' doesn't sound nice. Let's just call it the Clear Sky Hammer from now on."
Bibi Han nodded—Clear Sky Divine Hammer did sound awkward.
With that, Bibi Dong produced a sphere larger than the one in the Awakening Hall. "Han'er, test your innate soul power."
Bibi Han placed his hand on it, and it shone brightly.
"Level 20 innate full soul power!"
"My good son, my wonderful son!" Bibi Dong exclaimed in delight.