As the children awakened their martial souls one by one, it was soon the last one's turn—Wu Tong.
Wu Tong didn't wait for Mo Xuan to call him and walked directly into the hexagonal formation on the ground.
As a faint golden light flickered through the black stones,
Wu Tong closed his eyes. In that moment, a cool sensation rose from the soles of his feet, traveling upward before vanishing as it entered his mind.
When the sensation disappeared, Wu Tong felt as though an invisible light had pierced through the fog of his consciousness, illuminating his once-chaotic mind.
In an instant, his muddled thoughts became remarkably clear—like parched land receiving life-giving rain. His mind began to operate at an astonishing speed. Every thought streaked across his awareness like a shooting star—swift and brilliant.
Problems that once seemed complicated were now rapidly dissected, reorganized, and laid out with unprecedented clarity and logic. He was astonished by his newfound ability to grasp the essence of any issue, as if every challenge had suddenly become easy to solve.
At the same time, his memory seemed to experience a qualitative leap. Fragments of his past life—trivial details and long-forgotten moments—now sparkled in his mind like stars, vivid and within reach. He could recall any detail instantly, even deeply buried memories emerging with clarity.
This sudden surge in intelligence filled Wu Tong with an unprecedented confidence and excitement. He almost immediately realized what his martial soul must be.
It was the Body Martial Soul that should have only shone brilliantly in the second era of Douluo.
The Body Martial Soul—Brain.
"No martial soul manifesting... a Body Martial Soul, then?" Mo Xuan noticed Wu Tong holding nothing and instantly understood.
After all, in all the years the Spirit Hall had helped commoners awaken their martial souls, most martial souls—aside from those passed down through sects—were well-documented.
Body Martial Souls were rare, but not unheard of.
"Which part of your body is your martial soul?" Mo Xuan asked.
"Master, it's my brain," Wu Tong instinctively replied.
"Sigh, another useless martial soul." Mo Xuan looked a bit disappointed.
After all, in the eyes of those from the first Douluo era, Body Martial Souls had neither the offensive power of Tool Martial Souls, nor the physical enhancement of Beast Martial Souls, nor the supportive effects of Auxiliary Martial Souls. They were seen as truly useless.
But upon hearing Mo Xuan's mutter, Wu Tong paid it no mind.
Because he understood very well what kind of potential a Body Martial Soul truly held.
Leaving aside the possibility of a second awakening in the future, just his current Brain Martial Soul had already given him several potential development paths.
But Wu Tong didn't choose any of those routes. His obsession with the idea of a golden finger made him instantly recall the overpowered comprehension abilities he had read about in web novels before transmigrating.
And so, Wu Tong formed a bold idea in his heart—to use his martial soul to create a low-grade version of a heaven-defying comprehension talent.
In Wu Tong's mind, even if he achieved just one ten-thousandth of that talent's effect, he believed he could reach the peak of Douluo. In the future, he might even step into countless worlds and infinite dimensions.
After all, since Douluo Continent—something he thought was fictional in his previous life—was real, then other worlds should exist too. He just couldn't reach them yet.
Snapping out of his thoughts, Wu Tong began to look forward to seeing whether he possessed soul power. Everything else was ready—he just needed that final spark. As long as he had soul power, even just Rank 1, he believed he could carry out his plan. It was only a matter of time.
"All right, a useless martial soul isn't the end of the world. Come test your soul power. Once it's done, I'm leaving," Mo Xuan said, seeing Wu Tong lost in thought, thinking he couldn't accept the result.
He casually offered a word of comfort, then urged Wu Tong to begin the soul power test.
Wu Tong didn't pay much attention to Mo Xuan's words and placed his hand on the crystal ball.
Flash!
In that instant...
Blinding golden light burst out from the crystal ball, illuminating every corner of it.
"Fu... Full Innate Soul Power…" Mo Xuan was so shocked he could barely speak.
Mo Xuan looked at Wu Tong with envy, then helplessly shook his head. "What a pity… To have such a talent, yet it's just… sigh."
He was about to casually say "useless martial soul," but upon realizing the boy's future accomplishments would far surpass his own, he quickly stopped himself and let out a light sigh instead.
After regaining his composure, Mo Xuan couldn't help but feel the urge to recruit him. The talent of innate full soul power was simply too tempting. After all, even the current Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall, Hu Liena, had only been born with rank nine soul power.
Looking at the calm expression on Wu Tong's face, Mo Xuan started to lose his composure.
"Wu Tong, right? Do you know what it means to have innate full soul power?"
"A soul master's potential depends not only on the quality of their martial soul but also on the level of their innate soul power."
"Even if one has a decent martial soul, without innate soul power, they can't cultivate at all."
"The higher the innate soul power, the faster one's future cultivation speed, and the greater their achievements. A talent like yours, with innate full soul power—if nothing unexpected happens—you will surely become a Title Douluo in the future."
"Do you know what kind of people Title Douluos are? They are legendary figures who stand at the very peak of the Douluo Continent."
"Child, your future accomplishments are boundless."
Was that even necessary to say? Wu Tong gave him a calm glance, moved his lips slightly, and responded with a composed, "Oh."
After all, once he had determined the development path for his martial soul, his future was already limitless.
Innate full soul power wasn't exactly rain in a drought—it was more like the cherry on top.
Mo Xuan was stunned for a moment, twitching at the corner of his mouth.
Do you even understand what this means? At least show a normal reaction! I remember how I was overjoyed just to have rank three soul power…
He instinctively glanced toward the other children behind him and saw their faces filled with admiration and envy.
Now that's the proper reaction!
Taking a deep breath, Mo Xuan suppressed his urge to rant and extended an invitation to Wu Tong.
"Wu Tong, would you be willing to join the Spirit Hall?"
Whoosh!
Suddenly, Wu Tong raised his head, his eyes sparkling brightly as if he had just thought of something.
Finally interested, huh? Looks like the name 'Spirit Hall' still carries weight. Mo Xuan smiled in satisfaction.
But Wu Tong's next response instantly froze the expression on his face.
Wu Tong's eyes gleamed with intelligence as he slowly spoke:
"I'm still young, and there are many things I don't fully understand yet. I don't want to consider these matters right now. I'll think about it after I graduate from the soul master academy and become a soul master."
"Thank you, Master, for awakening my martial soul."
Mo Xuan's mouth twitched, and his gaze turned a bit resentful. Then why were you so excited just now? Were you playing me?
Of course, Wu Tong's excitement wasn't to toy with Mo Xuan—it was because he had suddenly thought of what kind of soul skill he should aim for with his first soul ring. That's what had made him so thrilled.
Wu Tong gave an awkward smile and stepped out of the hexagonal formation to stand aside, his meaning clear.
"So be it. Let's leave it at that."
Mo Xuan didn't dwell on it either. After all, at the end of the day, it was just a martial soul that couldn't attack or support—a useless martial soul.
(End of Chapter)