Beneath the grand gates of the Spirit Pagoda stood a man who looked about thirty-five.
Dressed in formal attire, his gaze was deep and powerful. Not particularly handsome, yet he carried a distinct presence of his own.
When the Gu family's soul-guided car stopped, a smile appeared on his face.
Gu Zihuang stepped out with his parents and greeted politely:
"Hello, Uncle Ji."
Ji Hong — Gu Yihui's classmate and sworn brother, Vice Tower Master of Heaven Dou City's Spirit Pagoda, Rank 92 Titled Douluo.
"Zihuang, hello. Big brother, sister-in-law, long time no see." Ji Hong smiled, patting the boy's head.
It had been two years since they last met — back at his wedding.
Gu Yihui took out a soul device and handed it over.
"Xiaoyue is almost one. This is her birthday gift."
Ji Hong paused, then accepted it with a grin.
"Perfect timing. I've also prepared a gift for Zihuang. I'll give it after his martial soul awakens."
The four entered the Spirit Pagoda together.
They passed through the magnificent golden hall and took an elevator straight to the ninety-ninth floor.
There, a special room awaited.
The floor and walls were etched with intricate patterns, faintly pulsing with soul power.
These formations would allow the awakener to gain a deeper understanding of their martial soul.
"Zihuang, stand in the center of the array," Ji Hong said gently.
Gu Zihuang nodded, glanced at his parents, and stepped forward.
Ye Qiuli subconsciously tightened her grip on Gu Yihui's hand.
For the first time, she felt nervous.
Afraid her son's awakening might go wrong.Afraid it might affect his entire life.
Gu Yihui gently patted her hand, reassuring her.
…
Ji Hong released a brilliant silver aura.
His hands transformed into wolf claws, silver fur spreading along his arms. Behind him, a phantom emerged — The Silver Moon Wolf King.
A top-tier spiritual-type martial soul.
As his power flowed into the formation, the patterns lit up one by one, converging beneath Gu Zihuang's feet.
Warm energy surged into his body.
Gu Zihuang closed his eyes.
His consciousness blurred.
Then — A golden light appeared in his left hand.A black mist gathered in his right.His eyes shone with dazzling silver radiance.
Three forces.
Perfectly balanced.Completely harmonious.
Gu Yihui and the others froze.
Three martial souls?!
Before they could even react — The space itself trembled violently.
The golden light dissipated, revealing a golden chain, radiating sacred brilliance, brimming with boundless vitality.
The black mist vanished, revealing a black chain, exuding chilling destruction, distorting the air around it.
Meanwhile, the silver glow in his eyes intensified — As if countless stars were spinning within.
"What… what kind of martial souls are these?!" Ji Hong exclaimed.
As a Titled Douluo, he had seen countless powerful martial souls.
But never — Never anything of this caliber.
The vitality of the golden chain.The destruction of the black chain.The spatial fluctuations of those silver eyes.
Each one surpassed the limits of what he understood as "top-tier."
Gu Yihui's expression turned grave.
Three martial souls.
In history, only Huo Yuhao and Tang Wutong had possessed such a phenomenon—and even theirs were not innate.
But his son — Awakened with all three from the start.
Unprecedented.
…
Meanwhile, Gu Zihuang's consciousness sank into a strange world.
An endless ocean.
Divided into three colors — A golden sea of origin.A black sea of end.A silver sea of void.
Each occupied its own domain, surging with terrifying power.
At their intersection floated a chaotic sphere the size of a fist.
"This… my spiritual sea?" he murmured.
"Child."
A distant, ethereal voice echoed.
He turned.
A blue figure stood behind him.
About 1.2 meters tall, gentle in appearance, yet carrying an air of exhaustion and age.
"Who are you?" Gu Zihuang asked calmly.
"I am the Plane Spirit of Douluo… or what remains of it."
Plane Spirit?!
His pupils shrank slightly.
"Someone is refining me, seeking to become the Lord of the Plane," it continued.
"Tang Hao… that outsider's father. The Tang family is not worthy."
Gu Zihuang's heart shook.
Tang Hao… refining an entire plane?
"I have at most thirty-five years left," the spirit said.
"If no one saves me, I will be completely refined."
It looked at him.
"You… are the Child of the End. The final true Child of the Plane."
"If within thirty-four years you defeat Tang Hao and stop the process, you will become the first true Lord of the Plane."
"Otherwise… I will use my last strength to send you away."
Gu Zihuang fell silent.
Thirty-four years.To defeat someone refining a world.
Impossible?
Maybe.
But he did not retreat.
"What about the Child of Origin?"
"The Dragon God," the spirit replied softly. "Betrayed. Slain. History is written by the victors."
…
It pointed at the chaotic sphere.
"That is the Douluo Pearl. A divine artifact I leave to you."
"Your martial souls — Origin Chain, End Chain, and Void Eyes — represent the essence of this plane."
"No one will recognize them."
Its form began to fade.
"Remember… you only have thirty-four years."
"I will be watching."
…
Reality returned.
Only three seconds had passed.
Gu Zihuang opened his eyes.
The world became crystal clear.
He could see everything — Even the flow of soul power within his parents.
So this is the power of the Void Eyes…
He looked at his hands.
Golden chain. Black chain.
They moved like dragons, extending freely at his will.
"Zihuang, withdraw your martial souls," Gu Yihui said.
"Okay."
He complied.
Golden and black chain markings appeared faintly on his arms.
His eyes returned to normal—but retained an indescribable depth.
Ye Qiuli rushed forward and hugged him tightly.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, Mom. I feel great."
…
"Let's test his stats," Ji Hong said, still shaken.
…
The soul power test — A beam shot upward.
Two feet.
Level 20 innate soul power.
Silence.
Absolute silence.
Only one person in history had achieved this — Qian Renxue.
And now — A second miracle had appeared.
…
Mental power: 432 points. Late Lingtong Realm.
…
Physical strength:
Equivalent to Rank 31.
…
Every single stat — Shattering limits.
All within a six-year-old child.
…
Gu Yihui looked at his son, eyes filled with complexity.
Born to answer calamity.
"Son… what are your martial souls called?"
Gu Zihuang met his gaze.
Calm. Deep.
"The golden one is the Origin Chain.The black one is the End Chain.And my eyes… are the Void Eyes."
Origin.End.Void.
Names that seemed to carry the laws of the universe.
Gu Yihui exhaled slowly.
Such talent — Was both a blessing… And a danger.
It must be hidden.
At least, until his son was strong enough.
He turned to Ji Hong.
"Hong… I'll leave the soul spirits to you."
Ji Hong nodded solemnly.
"Don't worry. I'll give him the best the Spirit Pagoda has to offer."