He quickly sorted out the current situation in his mind.
Calculating the time, he realized he was a full six years older than Tang San, the "Chosen One" who hadn't yet made his mark on this world. Tang Hao was probably still drowning his sorrows in alcohol, while Tang San had likely just transmigrated from Holy Soul Village.
In the original course of their destiny, the Po clan would have fled to the Star Luo Empire, where they would have eked out a living for more than a decade. However, in the end, they would have to serve the remnants of the Haotian Sect, who had betrayed them, because of Tang San's protagonist halo.
absurd.
Yang Yuntian objectively observed the world. He disliked Tang San, and wouldn't inexplicably target a child who hadn't even grown up yet. Tang San had his hidden weapons and the Mysterious Heaven Skill, but those were ultimately minor techniques—merely forms of power.
The real problem with this continent lies in its overall structure.
The Spirit Hall harbors ambitions for unification and also has the underlying logic of awakening martial spirits for commoners and breaking down class barriers. Unfortunately, Bibi Dong's obsession and fanaticism led this path astray. Meanwhile, the old forces represented by the two great empires and the three upper sects are nothing more than a cancerous tumor that monopolizes resources.
"To win, you have to win in terms of strategy and in terms of rule-making. Relying on 'sudden power' or whoever has the bigger fist, even if you become a god, you're just another high and mighty nobleman." Yang Yuntian muttered to himself.
A gust of cold wind blew by, and Yang Yuntian couldn't help but shiver.
He pulled himself out of his thoughts and chuckled self-deprecatingly. It was too early to think about these things. In this world where martial spirits determined destiny, he hadn't even awakened his martial spirit yet.
"Grandpa," Yang Yuntian turned around, looking at Yang Wudi, whose emotions were gradually stabilizing, a glimmer of expectation flashing in his eyes, "In a few days, it will be my sixth birthday, right?"
Yang Wudi was slightly taken aback, then realized what was happening, and a glimmer of light finally appeared in his tired eyes.
Yes, six years old.
On the Douluo Continent, everyone awakens their Martial Soul at the age of six. The Soul-Breaking Spear, inherited by the Yang family, is one of the most powerful offensive Martial Souls on the continent. In this desperate rainy night, the impending awakening of his grandson's Martial Soul became Yang Wudi's last straw.
"That's right, Yun Tian." Yang Wudi took a deep breath, forced himself to stand up, walked to his grandson, and pressed down hard on his shoulder. "Once the rain stops, we'll go to the Star Luo Empire. The collateral relatives have probably arrived by now. The basic infrastructure for your 'three burrows' plan that you suggested earlier is also there. Even if it costs me my life, I will definitely find you the best soul power awakening stone!"
Yang Yuntian felt the weight on his shoulder and nodded seriously.
His gaze fell upon the dark night sky outside the cave. With the soul of a transmigrator and the bloodline of the Broken Clan, he was curious about what kind of trump card he would hold when the wheel of fate truly turned.
Ten days later, in a secret manor outside Gengxin City in the northern border of the Star Luo Empire.
The days of bloody battles and arduous journeys finally came to a tragic end in this remote manor. The Po clan had suffered a great calamity, with its main line almost wiped out. However, thanks to Yang Yuntian's seemingly "naive" warnings over the past few years, the clan had purchased properties here early on and relocated most of its collateral descendants and young bloodlines in advance, thus managing to preserve a sliver of its vitality.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the underground chamber deep in the backyard of the manor was solemn and dignified.
Yang Wudi's external wounds had scabbed over, but the heavy blows of losing his loved ones and being betrayed by his faith had caused large patches of striking gray to grow at the temples of this level 82 Soul Douluo. He sat imposingly in his armchair, looking at his grandson standing ramrod straight before him, a hint of weariness and expectation flashing in his usually sharp eyes.
Today is Yang Yuntian's sixth birthday.
According to the ironclad rules of Douluo Continent, six years old is the absolute watershed that determines whether a person can become a Soul Master. In the past, when the young master of the Po clan awakened his Martial Soul, the entire clan would surely attend the ceremony and hold a grand banquet. But now, in this dimly lit secret room, there are only the grandfather and grandson.
"Yun Tian, are you ready?" Yang Wudi took a deep breath, stood up, and took out six black round stones and a sparkling blue crystal ball from his storage soul tool.
"Grandpa, let's begin." Yang Yuntian nodded calmly and stood in the center of the six black stones.
Yang Wudi swiftly struck out with both hands, injecting six powerful streams of black soul energy into the black stone on the ground. Instantly, a layer of golden light emanated from the black stone, forming a pale golden light shield that enveloped Yang Yuntian's small body.
Warmth. That was Yang Yuntian's first feeling. It was as if a warm spring water seeped into his body through his pores, flowed through his limbs and bones, and finally converged irresistibly into the palm of his right hand.
"Extend your right hand." Yang Wudi's slightly hoarse voice rang out from outside the light barrier.
Yang Yuntian raised his right hand as instructed. In an instant, an extremely sharp and domineering force burst forth from his palm!
"Zheng—!"
A gunshot, seemingly capable of tearing the heavens apart, rang out in the secret chamber. A long spear, entirely black and radiating a chilling sharpness, appeared in his right hand. The spear was over ten feet long, its blade gleaming with a terrifyingly cold light—it was the Soul-Shattering Spear, the inherited faith of the Breaking Clan!
The moment the Soul-Shattering Spear took shape, a deep, abyss-like black halo, radiating a terrifying sense of oppression, naturally emerged from the spear, and then began to pulsate quietly and steadily.
A ten-thousand-year-old soul ring!
This is precisely the core and most domineering setting of the Soul Breaking Spear Martial Soul—the Martial Soul itself comes with a ten-thousand-year Soul Ring! This innate ten-thousand-year Soul Ring grants the Breaking Clan an absolute crushing attack power among those of the same level, and it is also the foundation that enabled Yang Wudi to confront a Title Douluo as a Soul Douluo in the future.
Looking at the jet-black spear and the deep black spirit ring, Yang Wudi's eyes instantly reddened, filled with both pride and profound sorrow.
"Good...good!" Yang Wudi's voice trembled. "The spear shaft is solid, the black ring is concealed—this is the most perfect awakening of the Soul-Shattering Spear. Yun Tian, you have not let down your parents' bloodline. It's just..."
At this point, a deep bitterness flashed in the old man's eyes. While the Soul-Breaking Spear's built-in ten-thousand-year soul ring was indeed heaven-defying, it was also a curse bestowed by the Heavenly Dao—because of the existence of this built-in soul ring, the Soul-Breaking Spear's body and soul's capacity to bear weight was locked long ago. Throughout their lives, the Soul Power of the Soul-Breaking Spear's master could only reach a maximum of level eighty-nine, and they would never be able to cross the threshold of becoming a god and become a true Title Douluo.
However, just as Yang Wudi was secretly grieving, Yang Yuntian suddenly frowned.
He felt that, in addition to the Soul-Breaking Spear in his right hand, there was an extremely thick and warm power in his left palm, like the ancient primordial chaos, struggling wildly and trying to break out of his body!
"Grandpa, there's more."
Yang Yuntian gritted his teeth and hurriedly uttered four words. Then, he suddenly raised his left hand.
In an instant, a deep, dark jade-colored light burst forth from his left palm. This light was not an evil darkness, but rather an extremely warm and profound one.
As the light receded, a small, furry creature covered in fine black scales leaped out of the light and landed steadily on Yang Yuntian's shoulder.
The little creature was no bigger than a house cat, with two round little bumps on its head, short and thick limbs, and a tail that looked like a cluster of burning black flames. It affectionately rubbed against Yang Yuntian's cheek and let out a low growl that was childish yet carried an air of domineering authority.
"This is... a beast spirit? And an extremely rare detached companion beast spirit?!" Yang Wudi's eyes widened as he stared intently at the little guy, his breath catching in his throat.
Yang Yuntian turned his head and looked at the "Ink Jade Little Qilin" on his shoulder, a knowing glint in his eyes. Was this a perk he received as a transmigrator? Although it was currently only in its most basic juvenile form, he could clearly sense the terrifying bloodline potential contained within this small body, as well as its nourishing effect on his own flesh.
"Twin…Twin Martial Souls!" After a brief silence, Yang Wudi gasped sharply, as if struck by lightning, but what followed was an overwhelming joy, like a volcanic eruption.
(End of chapter)