Chapter 3: The God-Slaying Spear and the Taiji Diagram!
Golden Crocodile Douluo slowly withdrew the gentle spirit power lingering around Qian Yang. The invisible force supporting Qian Yang's levitation quietly dissipated, and his small feet landed softly on the cool white jade floor of the Hall of Worship. The moment he steadied himself, he subconsciously lifted his head to look beside him—the pitch-black, faintly crimson God-Slaying Spear and the black-and-white interwoven Taiji Diagram still hovered silently at his sides. The blood-colored patterns on the spear had gradually calmed, no longer writhing with violent intent, while the Yin and Yang fish within the disc continued their slow, eternal rotation. Two completely different auras enveloped him, yet unlike before, they no longer clashed violently; instead, a subtle and mysterious balance had formed between them.
Qian Yang slowly raised his hand, his fingertips brushing lightly against the shaft of the God-Slaying Spear. Instantly, a piercing chill traveled up his fingers, sharp enough to feel as though it could split flesh. He then turned toward the Taiji Diagram. The moment his fingers approached, a gentle, almost nurturing suction force spread outward. Black and white halos lingered faintly around his fingertips, effortlessly dissolving the cold, murderous aura left by the spear. At that instant, memories from his previous life surged through his mind. His pupils trembled slightly—he recognized these existences far too clearly.
In his previous life, as someone who had devoured countless fantasy and primordial-themed novels, he had seen descriptions of these two supreme treasures countless times. The God-Slaying Spear was an existence born from the Chaos era, condensed from boundless evil and killing intent. It represented the ultimate destruction, capable of piercing all defenses and even threatening divine beings. The Taiji Diagram, on the other hand, embodied the Great Dao of Yin and Yang, containing the fundamental principles of balance. It could stabilize opposing forces, suppress violent energy, and harmonize all existence. He never imagined that in this world—where Martial Souls determined destiny—these two legendary concepts would manifest as his own Spirits!
"Xiao Yang, what are the names of your Spirits?" Qian Daoliu's voice sounded, unable to completely conceal the excitement within it. He had already stepped forward, his golden eyes fixed intently on the two Martial Souls. As the High Priest of Spirit Hall and guardian of the Angel God's inheritance, he had witnessed countless powerful Martial Souls—including the Six-Winged Seraphim—but never had he encountered such overwhelming and unfamiliar auras. Even the sacred Angel lineage seemed faintly suppressed before these two existences.
Qian Yang took a slow breath, calming the surging emotions within his heart. Raising his head, he answered clearly, "The spear on my left is called the God-Slaying Spear. The disc on my right is called the Taiji Diagram."
"God-Slaying Spear… Taiji Diagram…" Qian Daoliu repeated softly, as though weighing the names themselves. The more he pondered, the more he felt a faint, indescribable pressure emanating from them. His intuition told him—these were not merely Divine Rank Martial Souls. Their origins were likely far beyond even the known divine inheritance of the Angel God.
As his voice fell, Qian Daoliu raised his hand. A golden crystal suddenly appeared in his palm, about the size of a fist, its surface flowing with pure and refined spirit power. This was a spirit power testing crystal exclusive to Spirit Hall, used to measure a Spirit Master's Innate Spirit Power at the moment of awakening.
"Come, Xiao Yang," Qian Daoliu said, handing the crystal over, his voice filled with anticipation. "Place your hand on it. Let us see your Innate Spirit Power."
The surrounding Worship Douluos all stepped closer, their gazes fixed tightly on the crystal. In the Douluo Continent, Innate Spirit Power determined a Spirit Master's starting point. Rank 10—Innate Full Spirit Power—was already considered a once-in-ten-thousand genius. Years ago, when Qian Renxue awakened, her Innate Spirit Power had reached Rank 20, shocking all of Spirit Hall. Now, with Qian Yang possessing twin Divine Rank Martial Souls, no one could predict how far his talent would reach.
Qian Yang did not hesitate. He raised his small hand and gently pressed it against the surface of the crystal.
In the next instant—
The crystal exploded with light.
What had been a faint golden glow transformed into a blazing radiance, like a miniature sun igniting within the hall. The light flooded every corner of the Hall of Worship, reflecting off the white jade floor and even illuminating the angelic carvings above. The brilliance far surpassed that of Qian Renxue's awakening, forcing several Worship Douluos to narrow their eyes.
Within the crystal, golden streams surged violently, like tides crashing against invisible boundaries. Waves of spirit power rippled outward, shaking the surrounding air.
Qian Daoliu stared unblinkingly.
When the light reached its peak, he finally lost his composure.
"Innate Rank 20!" he exclaimed, his voice trembling slightly. "It is also Innate Rank 20! As expected… only Divine Rank Martial Souls can give rise to such talent!"
His words echoed through the hall like thunder.
"Innate Rank 20! Another one!" Golden Crocodile Douluo burst into loud laughter, unable to contain his excitement. "Hahaha! Big Brother, Spirit Hall has truly been blessed by the Angel God! Two peerless geniuses in one generation!"
Even the other Worship Douluos revealed shocked and delighted expressions. Two individuals with Innate Rank 20—this meant Spirit Hall's future supremacy would be even more unshakable.
As the golden light gradually faded, Qian Daoliu's gaze returned to the two Martial Souls floating beside Qian Yang. His expression slowly turned serious.
"Xiao Yang," he said in a deep voice, "you must choose one of these two Martial Souls to cultivate first."
Qian Yang had already made his decision.
He understood clearly—the God-Slaying Spear, with its extreme offensive power and terrifying Killing Intent, would grant him overwhelming combat strength in a short period. In the dangerous world of Spirit Masters, strength meant survival.
The Taiji Diagram, however, was different.
Its power lay in balance, suppression, and comprehension. It was deeper, more mysterious—and far more dangerous if exposed. A Martial Soul capable of suppressing even divine power would undoubtedly attract fear and greed from forces beyond imagination.
He slowly shifted his gaze.
First, he looked at the Taiji Diagram, its black-and-white light flowing gently, as if containing endless mysteries.
Then, he turned toward the God-Slaying Spear. The crimson patterns along its shaft flickered faintly, resonating with his will. A natural sense of compatibility surged within him.
Qian Yang raised his hand and pointed without hesitation.
"Grandpa, I will cultivate the God-Slaying Spear first."
A trace of approval flashed through Qian Daoliu's eyes.
But immediately after, his expression became grave.
He stepped forward, placing a firm hand on Qian Yang's shoulder, his tone heavy with authority.
"Good. But you must promise me one thing."
His gaze was solemn.
"Unless it is a matter of life and death, you must never reveal the Taiji Diagram to the outside world. And you must not attach a spirit ring to it lightly."
Qian Yang understood instantly.
In the world of Douluo Dalu, power beyond comprehension was not just a blessing—it was also a calamity.
He nodded firmly.
"I understand, Grandpa."
Qian Daoliu's expression softened slightly, satisfaction appearing in his eyes.
"Good child. Go and rest for now," he said calmly. "In a few days, I will personally take you to the Star Dou Great Forest to obtain your first spirit ring."
At those words, the future path of a new powerhouse of Spirit Hall quietly began to unfold.