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Gu Sheng was shirtless, his well-proportioned and explosive muscles rising and falling slightly with his breathing, and sweat streamed down his bronze skin.
His movements were not fast; his punches and kicks were simple and unadorned, yet they carried a certain rhythm.
Each punch caused a muffled boom in the air.
At the edge of the training ground, a few passing Spirit Hall deacons glanced at it from afar, their lips curling into a contemptuous smile.
"Ha, still practicing these mortal tricks."
"It's ridiculous. No matter how hard a good-for-nothing without a martial spirit trains, can he defeat a soul master with ten years of soul rings?"
"Shh, keep your voice down! The Grand Elder and the Young Master cherish him very much."
"What treasure? I think the young master has been fooled by this pretty boy! It's like a beautiful flower stuck in cow dung!"
Their voices weren't loud, but they were clear enough to reach Gu Sheng's ears.
Gu Sheng didn't even lift his eyelids, his fists still steady.
He had heard these words so many times that they were practically worn out.
Just then, an elderly man dressed in a gold and red elder's robe strolled over.
He exuded a powerful aura at the level of a Contra Douluo, and when he saw Gu Sheng, his brows instantly furrowed into a knot.
If it weren't for the consideration of Grand Elder Qian Daoliu and Young Master Qian Renxue, he probably would have already killed this mortal who had defiled the noble bloodline of the Angel race with a single palm strike.
The old man snorted coldly and turned away, as if even glancing at him would be an insult.
Gu Sheng slowly withdrew his fist and exhaled a long, stale breath.
He was adopted by Qian Daoliu at a young age and grew up in Wuhun City. The old man treated him like his own son and cared for him deeply.
He and Qian Renxue were childhood sweethearts, inseparable since they were little.
The young girl's heart had already quietly fallen for him.
However, a formidable obstacle stood before everyone—he failed to awaken his martial spirit at the age of six.
An ordinary person.
These two words became the heaviest shackles on his body, and the root of everyone's contempt for him in the Spirit Hall.
How could a mortal be worthy of Qian Renxue, who possesses the divine martial soul Six-Winged Angel and innate full soul power of level 20?
Even in the face of resistance from the entire Spirit Hall, Qian Renxue still firmly chose him.
Perhaps Qian Daoliu was reminded of the tragedy of his son and Bibi Dong, and did not want his granddaughter to repeat the same mistake, so he arranged for their marriage.
They officially got married not long ago.
"They all say you don't have a martial spirit."
On their wedding night, Qian Renxue nestled in his arms, whispering softly.
"It's not that I don't have it."
Gu Sheng stroked her soft blonde hair and answered calmly.
"But this world cannot withstand my martial spirit."
Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue burst out laughing in his arms, her smile as bright as the warm spring sun.
"Okay, I believe you."
She looked up, her clear eyes filled with love and trust.
"What difference does it make whether or not one has a martial spirit?"
"Your presence is enough."
Recalling this, a gentle smile appeared on Gu Sheng's lips.
He wasn't lying.
During his awakening ceremony at age six, as the light of the awakening stone enveloped him, he clearly sensed the vast, universe-like power within his body.
Its name naturally comes to mind—Saint-Philippines.
But in that instant, he felt the whole world was rejecting him, trembling, as if it was about to collapse in the next second.
It's because this lower plane is too weak to bear the arrival of such a great being.
So, communication was cut off.
From then on, he became known as a "mortal" to others.
He continued practicing his boxing, honing his mortal body, waiting for an opportunity.
Sudden.
Gu Sheng abruptly stopped, then looked up sharply, a glint of light flashing in his deep eyes.
He sensed that the atmosphere of this place had changed.
Streams of faint yet incredibly pure and advanced energy are seeping into every corner of the Douluo Continent from all directions.
"It's a divine test..."
Gu Sheng instantly understood.
The opening of the lineages of various deities, including the Sea God, the Asura God, and the Rakshasa God, has dissipated the power of the divine realm into this lower world.
The overall strength of the mortal realm was subtly enhanced at this moment.
Though it's just a drop in the ocean, to him...
That's enough!
Gu Sheng closed his eyes, and the desire that had been suppressed for more than a decade was finally released at this moment.
"Come!"
Boom!!!
A muffled clap of thunder boomed, and the clear sky darkened without warning.
Above Wuhun City, the sky was filled with swirling, inky clouds, which gathered rapidly at a visible speed, forming a massive vortex that blotted out the sun.
Golden lightning bolts slithered through the clouds like giant pythons, emitting deafening roars!
The next moment, an incomparably thick seven-colored beam of light shot into the sky from Gu Sheng's body, piercing through the huge cloud vortex!
The sky looked as if a hole had been punched through it.
The clouds suddenly parted, and a magnificent phantom, stretching across the heavens and earth, slowly emerged from the pillar of light.
An indescribable, ultimate holy light erupted from Gu Sheng's center, instantly enveloping the entire Martial Soul City!
Under this holy light, an irresistible pressure descended.
"thump!"
"thump!"
Around the training ground, the deacons who had been mocking them earlier didn't even have time to utter a cry of surprise before their legs went weak, and they all knelt down on the ground, trembling like leaves.
Throughout the entire Spirit City, countless spirit masters were horrified to discover that their spirits were trembling and their spirit power was becoming extremely difficult to circulate, as if they had encountered the most supreme monarch in the world!
The Elders' Hall, the Hall of Worship, the Papal Hall... everyone was alarmed.
The sacred phantom on Gu Sheng's body became increasingly clear.
A thousand sacred halos embraced the divine body, and countless radiant tendrils descended like a galaxy—ancient, majestic, sacred, and terrifying!
Just gazing at that phantom was enough to make countless Soul Masters tremble, their souls feeling as if they were being purified and crushed!
Soul Masters, wherever they were, couldn't help but kneel down and worship the holy light.
A magnificent poem, seemingly transcending the river of time, resounded in the hearts of everyone:
"Holy light breaks through the calamity and opens the nine heavens; eternal treasure submits and pays homage at the spirit altar!"
"A thousand lights illuminate the darkness of heaven and earth; a single thought connects to the universe!"
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Several powerful auras shot out from the depths of the Elder Hall almost simultaneously.
Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, Ghost Douluo Gui Mei, Serpent Spear Douluo She Long, Porcupine Douluo Ci Xue...
Several titled Douluo elders hovered in mid-air with solemn expressions, staring in shock at the center of that strange phenomenon.
"What...what kind of martial soul is this?!"
Yue Guan's slightly effeminate voice was now filled with trembling.
The ghostly figure's expression, hidden beneath his black robe, was extremely grave.
Under this oppressive force, even these titled Douluo felt a tremor from the depths of their souls!
(End of chapter)