Chapter 2: Spirit Awakening!
Six years passed in the blink of an eye.
During these six years, the course of the Douluo Continent did not shift because of Qian Yang's arrival. Everything still developed along the original trajectory—Spirit Hall remained at the peak of power, and as destined, Qian Renxue was secretly sent to infiltrate the Heaven Dou Empire at the age of nine, beginning her long mission under the identity that would one day replace Xue Qinghe.
In these six years, Qian Yang's most unforgettable memories were the days he spent sneaking into the Supreme Pontiff Palace with Qian Renxue. Almost every month, she would carefully calculate the timing of the patrol rotations of Spirit Hall's elite guards, holding his small hand as they quietly slipped through the long, sacred corridors. Their destination was always the same—the Supreme Pontiff Palace, the core authority of Spirit Hall, where only the most powerful and highest-ranking individuals could step foot.
She only wanted to see her mother one more time.
Even if it was just from afar.
But every single time, they failed.
Qian Yang still remembered clearly—high above, seated upon the Pope's throne adorned with spider motifs, was Bibi Dong. Her figure was elegant yet cold, her aura vast and oppressive like a silent abyss. As a Title Douluo who possessed twin Martial Souls, her mere presence carried an invisible pressure that suffocated the surroundings.
When her gaze landed on Qian Renxue, there was no warmth—no trace of maternal affection. Only indifference, majesty, and an almost cruel detachment.
"Who allowed you to come here?"
Her voice was icy and absolute, like a decree that could not be disobeyed. Each time those words sounded, Qian Renxue's eyes would redden. She would clutch her clothes tightly, lips trembling, yet unable to utter a single word.
As for Qian Yang, the "accomplice," his fate was equally predictable.
A mere flicker of Bibi Dong's spirit power—so subtle it barely manifested—would land on him like an invisible hammer. It wasn't meant to injure, but the warning behind it was unmistakable. Against a Titled Douluo of her level, even the slightest pressure was enough to make his bones feel heavy.
In the end, the two children would always be "escorted" out by Spirit Hall guards, leaving in a sorry and defeated state.
On the way back, Qian Renxue would wipe her tears with a stubborn expression, her face flushed red as she declared, "I'm never coming back again!"
Yet the next time, she would still take his hand.
And return.
"Grandpa, when can I awaken my Spirit?" Qian Yang asked, his childish voice clear and expectant.
"Tomorrow," Qian Daoliu replied slowly, his tone steady as always. "I will personally oversee your awakening."
After speaking, Qian Daoliu's thoughts drifted back to six years ago—the moment Qian Yang and Qian Renxue first met. When their hands touched, the Angel God statue within the Hall of Worship had erupted with radiant golden light. That divine radiance had spread throughout the hall, even causing the sky above Spirit City to shimmer faintly.
That phenomenon had only ever appeared in records related to the Angel God's favor.
The next morning, the grand doors of the Hall of Worship slowly opened.
Golden sunlight streamed through the tall, intricately carved windows, scattering across the pristine white jade floor. Normally, this sacred hall was silent and solemn, reserved only for the highest echelon of Spirit Hall's power. But today, several figures stood within, each radiating an aura as deep as the sea.
They were the Worship Douluos—existences who stood at the peak of the continent.
As Qian Daoliu led Qian Yang inside, all eyes turned toward them.
At the forefront stood Golden Crocodile Douluo. The moment he saw Qian Daoliu, he paused before bowing alongside the others.
"Big Brother!"
Qian Daoliu gave a slight nod, his gaze sweeping across the hall before settling.
"Golden Crocodile," he said calmly, though his tone carried absolute authority, "today, you will conduct Xiao Yang's Spirit Awakening."
Golden Crocodile Douluo straightened and laughed heartily. Stepping forward, he placed a firm yet reassuring hand on Qian Yang's shoulder.
"Don't worry, Big Brother! Leave it to me," he said confidently. "Kid, come—let your Grandpa Crocodile take a look. With your lineage, even a Seraphim Martial Soul wouldn't be surprising!"
As his words fell, a pale golden spirit power rose from his body. It was gentle yet vast, completely different from the violent aura of battle—this was the refined control of a peak-level Titled Douluo.
The energy lifted Qian Yang effortlessly into the air.
In the next moment, the spirit power flowed into his body like a warm current.
At first, Qian Yang only felt a comforting warmth.
Then—
Something awakened.
Deep within him, two terrifying forces stirred simultaneously, like ancient beasts breaking free from slumber. They surged violently, colliding against the boundaries of his body, as if competing to emerge first.
"Ah—!"
Pain exploded through him instantly.
It was as if his body was being torn apart from the inside. His face turned pale, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.
The expressions of the surrounding Worship Douluos changed drastically.
Even Golden Crocodile Douluo frowned deeply, immediately reducing and stabilizing his output. He had overseen countless awakenings—but never had he encountered such violent and chaotic fluctuations!
Suddenly—
A pitch-black light erupted from Qian Yang's left hand!
From within it, a long spear slowly materialized. Its body shimmered with a dark crimson glow, engraved with twisted, blood-like patterns that seemed almost alive. The moment it appeared, a suffocating Killing Intent flooded the hall.
The air froze.
Several weaker Douluos instinctively released their spirit power to resist, their expressions filled with shock.
Qian Daoliu's face darkened instantly.
Without hesitation, a brilliant golden divine light burst from his body. A barrier formed, sealing the Hall of Worship completely—he understood clearly that if this Killing Intent leaked, it could shake the entire Spirit City.
Inside the barrier, the Killing Intent only grew denser.
It condensed around the spear like black flames, distorting the space itself.
Even more shocking—
The Angel God statue deep within the hall lit up once again.
Golden divine light spread outward, attempting to suppress the spear.
But the moment it touched that Killing Intent—
It faltered.
"This…!" Golden Crocodile Douluo's voice trembled. "It can resist the Angel God's divine aura?"
Meanwhile, Qian Yang's pain worsened.
Dark energy surged along his arm, spreading like living veins. Blood-colored lines crawled across his skin, writhing as they expanded toward his entire body.
His consciousness began to sink.
The power was trying to consume him.
Then—
A second light appeared.
From his right hand, a black-and-white radiance bloomed.
A small disk slowly formed, divided equally into black and white halves. The two colors rotated endlessly, like yin and yang in eternal balance, releasing a calm yet profound aura.
The moment it appeared—
Everything changed.
A gentle force spread outward, suppressing the raging Killing Intent instantly. The spear's crimson glow dimmed, and the spreading blood veins receded as if melting away.
Balance.
Absolute balance.
The hall fell into silence.
Before Qian Yang floated two Spirits—one embodying pure slaughter, the other perfect harmony. Not far away, the Angel God statue continued to shine, its divine aura intertwining with the two forces, forming a delicate equilibrium.
Qian Daoliu stepped forward slowly.
For the first time, the unwavering High Priest showed visible shock.
Taking a deep breath, his voice trembled slightly as he spoke:
"Divine Rank…"
"These are Divine Rank Martial Souls!"
He looked at Qian Yang, his gaze filled with disbelief and rising excitement.
"Xiao Yang… has awakened Twin Divine Rank Spirits!"