The Spirit Hall was unimaginably powerful. How could a mere child's strength be enough to save Qian Renxue?
"Daddy, watch closely… wait for me to bring mommy back."
Shi Batian smiled, unwilling to dampen the boy's enthusiasm, and began preparing for Shi Hao's Martial Soul awakening.
All these awakening tools were left behind by Qian Renxue. As the heiress of the Spirit Hall, she had left many treasures—including this.
Shi Hao stood in the formation, following his father's instructions step by step, beginning the Martial Soul awakening.
Suddenly, the formation flared with intense light—an unmistakable sign of a powerful Martial Soul awakening. Shi Batian's heart pounded with excitement.
Inside the formation, Shi Hao's eyes remained closed for a long moment before opening, golden light bursting from within them.
"Xiao Hao… what Martial Soul did you awaken?" Shi Batian asked anxiously, as he couldn't tell what kind of Martial Soul had manifested—no weapon spirit, no plant spirit traits.
"I don't really know if I 'awakened' it properly," Shi Hao said softly, pointing to his back. "But I feel something's different there."
Shi Batian looked and was stunned—Shi Hao's spine glowed faintly, his bones shining with swirling runes. The radiant patterns were dazzling, impossible to look away from.
"What… what Martial Soul is this?"
"It seems like the Supreme Bone?" Shi Hao answered uncertainly.
"Supreme… Bone?" Shi Batian's throat tightened. That name felt familiar, stirring echoes from a past legend he vaguely remembered.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he muttered, "Supreme Bone… so this counts as a Body Martial Soul?"
Shi Hao blinked his big watery eyes in confusion. "Daddy, what's a Body Martial Soul?"
"Well… I don't really know how to explain it properly," Shi Batian chuckled awkwardly. "Just know it means it's really strong."
After the Martial Soul test, it was time to test Shi Hao's spirit power.
Shi Batian's curiosity grew—spirit power level indicated a soul master's innate talent and potential, determining how far they could advance.
"Xiao Hao… put your hand here and infuse your spirit power, like I showed you before."
Shi Hao nodded and began channeling his spirit power into the crystal sphere. A blinding flash erupted—then the yellow crystal shattered into powder.
"What's going on? It exploded?" Shi Batian was puzzled.
He recalled that Qian Renxue had left many spirit testing crystals: yellow ones testing up to level 10 spirit power, blue ones higher, and red ones the highest.
Could it be that Shi Hao's spirit power was too strong?
He tried again with a blue crystal—it exploded as well.
The level 20 test crystal shattered instantly!
"Again? Could it be…"
Shi Batian grabbed a red crystal, designed to test up to level 30 spirit power. This time, it held firm, radiating a brilliant red glow that filled the entire room.
Shi Batian's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Innate full spirit power… level 30!"
What did this mean? This surpassed even Qian Renxue's legendary spirit power! Her divine six-winged angel Martial Soul was only level 20 at full potential!
But Big Bro Shi Hao had an innate level 30 spirit power—the first of its kind in all Douluo Continent.
Shi Batian was overwhelmed with joy, barely noticing his own spirit power quietly rising.
…
Meanwhile.
At nearly the same moment, Qian Renxue, locked in a dungeon, felt something inside her body break free, like a switch had been flipped. A pure surge of spirit power blossomed within her.
Her previous limit of level 66 spirit power shattered; she rose to level 67—and kept climbing.
Her beautiful eyes fluttered open, not only sensing the change but noticing a beam of light piercing the dark cell.
Looking up, she saw a slender figure entering—a statuesque woman with graceful curves, long legs, and perfect proportions. She wore a black robe trimmed with gold, her pale skin and exquisite features glowing with an aura of nobility.
On her head rested a nine-curved purple-gold crown, and in her hand was a two-meter-long staff encrusted with countless jewels. She emanated a divine presence that inspired reverence.
Qian Renxue's expression twisted in complexity. This stunning woman was none other than Bibi Dong, the current Pope—and Qian Renxue's own mother.
Yet their relationship was complicated.
Qian Renxue's eyes showed no worship or awe.
"Your Holinees, if you are not at the Martial Soul Hall, why come to this dungeon?" she asked coldly.
Bibi Dong's gaze softened with a trace of pity—after all, this was her daughter.
Looking at the gloomy cell, memories of her own similar imprisonment surged: the endless darkness, the cage, and the cruelty of the man who betrayed them both.
Her pity was quickly consumed by raging anger.
"The man isn't as devoted as you think. Whether you hate me or not…"
"That Shi Batian is no match for you. You should stay away from him!"
Bibi Dong's rare concern for Qian Renxue was clear, even though Qian Renxue was the product of past sins.
But after so many years, to say there was no feeling at all was impossible.
"None of your business!" Qian Renxue spat, hatred blazing.
"You have no right to speak for me. You aren't my mother… not worthy of the title. I never felt love from you. You even tried to kill me as a child. Now you pretend to care?"
"In my eyes, Batian is a thousand times better than you."
"You—!!!"
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