Martial Soul City, Pope Mountain.
Yun Ming calmed his breath and withdrew his energy, slowly opening his eyes to stare at the Taiji Bagua Diagram hanging in the Cultivation Room, lost in thought.
He couldn't find them! He still couldn't find them!
Ever since the day Yun Ming accompanied Yang Wudi to welcome Huang Teng into the Breaking Clan, he had begun searching for the whereabouts of his parents. To this end, he had entered the Reincarnation, stepped into the God Realm, and scoured the Nine Netherworlds from the heavens to the earth; he had turned this entire domain under the God Realm upside down. Yet, three years had passed, and he still had nothing to show for it.
Could they have been reincarnated into a plane under the jurisdiction of a different God Realm?
Yun Ming calculated in his mind, ruling out all impossibilities and roughly confirming the final possibility.
But if that were truly the case, then things would be very troublesome.
A universe is simply too vast. Just under the God Realm where their Douluo Star resided, there were 108 Planes, and there was no telling how many other God Realms existed. This was truly not easy to find; it was like looking for a needle in a haystack!
After racking his brain for a while, Yun Ming could not think of any efficient or feasible method for the time being, so he helplessly stopped.
Forget it, I should head back first; the Auspicious Time is almost here.
With that thought, Yun Ming stood up, took a single step, and vanished from the room.
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On the other side, the Breaking Clan, Ancestral Temple of the Breaking Clan.
Today was the annual ancestor worship day for the Breaking Clan, and the atmosphere within the clan was solemn and grave.
Before the Breaking Clan had avenged their grudge against the Clear Sky Sect and the grievances of Martial Soul Hall, the atmosphere on this day was always cold and oppressive, as everyone who came here was inevitably affected by the events of the past. But now, with their enemies dead and the grudges settled, and with the Breaking Clan standing at the peak of the Soul Master World, looking down upon the world, the atmosphere of the ancestor worship had slowly returned to normal.
Moreover, compared to the past, the grounds of the Breaking Clan's Ancestral Temple were now very large. After Yang Wudi learned that Yun Ming had become a god, he had leveled the small hills behind the clan land and rebuilt it, covering an area of over a hundred mu.
The place was vast, and the architecture was extremely magnificent. With red walls and yellow tiles, painted beams and flying eaves, it was built entirely according to the standards of an Imperial Ancestral Temple. It had taken the construction team hired by the Defense Clan several years to complete.
Yang Wudi stood at the head of the Ancestral Hall, looking out from the inside, his gaze sweeping over the clansmen one by one, his heart filled with deep emotion.
Back when they were still in the Star Luo Empire, the total number of people who could participate in the ancestor worship was only about four hundred. But now! There were over eight hundred inside the hall alone, and no fewer than three thousand in the square outside. The contrast was truly stark.
"What are your thoughts?" Seeing that Yang Wudi seemed deeply moved, Yang Wutian, who was beside him, asked.
Yang Wudi replied from the bottom of his heart.
"I am very satisfied."
"Back before Ming Er rose to power, I thought that if I could lead our clan back to the peak of the Clear Sky Sect era within my lifetime—if I could just reach that point, I would not have failed our predecessors!"
Recalling those years, Yang Wutian also sighed with emotion. It really hadn't been easy back then! The Breaking Clan at that time was indeed far inferior to the Clear Sky Sect; even a man as proud and stubborn as Yang Wudi could only harbor such thoughts, which showed just how great the gap had been.
Yang Wudi continued.
"Now that I can see our clan's blood feud avenged and the clan grown to this point, I am satisfied. Even if I were to die right now, I could go to meet our ancestors with peace of mind!"
"Pah, pah, pah!"
Everything had been fine until he mentioned death, and Yang Wutian hurriedly interrupted him.
"What is this talk of death! Our bodies are still so sturdy; we must at least continue to protect the family for another hundred years."
On the other side, Yang Wushuang also nodded and joked.
"That's right! We've worked hard our whole lives; now that we've finally seen the family flourish, we have to enjoy it for at least a hundred or eighty years! You haven't even seen Li'er and Teng Er reach the top of the continent, get married, and have children yet!"
Hearing his two younger brothers speak like this, the bit of sentimentality Yang Wudi had felt vanished. He looked at Huang Teng, who was tugging at his clothes and looking around, and smiled.
"That is true."
Just then, ripples appeared in the air, and a voice emerged from within.
"That won't do; you two grandfathers must live 'long and prosperously.' Otherwise, I'm afraid future generations will poke me in the spine!"
As he spoke, Yun Ming and his family of three stepped out from the Void.
Yang Wutian understood the implication and smiled at the main guest they had been waiting for.
"Then you must keep up the good work!"
Yun Ming said warmly.
"You can rest assured about that; leave it all to me."
"Grandfather."
"Greetings, Great-Grandfathers."
Ya Li led Young Master Yun in offering their greetings.
Yang Wudi smiled, nodded in acknowledgment, and pinched Young Master Yun's little cheek.
"Greetings to Venerable Yun, greetings to the Pope!!!" xN
Led by the Clan Leader Yang Yi, the clansmen bowed and offered their respects.
The voices were loud, the etiquette was proper, and everyone was flushed with excitement, showing their genuine reverence for Yun Ming.
"No need for formalities, everyone please rise!"
Seeing them bowing, Yun Ming did not continue speaking with his grandfathers and told them to rise.
"Thank you, Venerable Yun!!!" xN
With everything settled and everyone present, Yang Wudi announced that the Ritual had officially begun.
Music played, cannons roared, drums beat, bells chimed, dusters were whisked, and incense was offered. Once every sacrificial rite was completed, the rest of the clan members withdrew, preparing for the final reserved segment of the day—the Spirit Awakening Ceremony.
Yang Wutian beckoned to Young Master Yun.
"Li'er, come here to your Great-Grandfather."
"Okay, Great-Grandfather!"
Young Master Yun's eyes lit up. Knowing what this segment was, he was incredibly excited, hopping and skipping over to Yang Wutian's side.
Seeing Young Master Yun so excited, Yang Wutian couldn't help but laugh along. It wasn't just Yang Wudi who was satisfied with the status quo; he was, too, especially when seeing the younger generation of the clan so full of vitality, which touched him deeply.
"Do you know what to do?"
Yang Wutian's face, which was old enough to scare children, was currently twisted into a very strange smile. It was clear he was trying to project the kindness of a great-grandfather, but the effect didn't seem very good.
Young Master Yun looked at Yang Wutian's smile and found he couldn't smile back. If he didn't know this man was his great-grandfather, he would have wanted to run away right now.
Seeing his son look toward them with a hint of fear, Yun Ming and Ya Li almost laughed out loud; that pitiful, timid little expression was truly amusing. However, while it wasn't appropriate for them to laugh, someone else certainly thought it was!
Yang Wushuang burst into loud laughter, pointing toward Yang Wutian as he did so. He found it very hard to keep a straight face at Young Master Yun's expression!
"Hahahaha—"
"Oh, Fifth! Stop laughing, you're going to scare the children into crying."
Children? Yun Ming looked at the other little one present. Huang Teng was hiding sneakily behind Yang Wudi, clutching him and not daring to show his head. Uh, and Yang Wudi's mouth was also hooked high, rivaling his younger brother's smile; no wonder little Huang Teng didn't dare show his face!
Yang Wutian felt a bit awkward, especially after being called out by Yang Wushuang.
"What are you laughing at? Keep laughing and this old man will beat you to death, you old thing!!"
Yang Wushuang glanced at him and replied very bravely.
"The old thing lacks self-awareness, and I can't even laugh?"
Yang Wudi, who was smiling quite eerily, could no longer hold it in and burst into laughter. Then, he too received a sharp-tongued retort from Yang Wushuang.
"Big Brother, you should rein it in too. You two are about the same; you've got at least seventy percent of Fifth's potency."
Yang Wudi's face darkened. He glanced at little Huang Teng and fell silent.
Seeing Yang Wudi laughing so hideously and being told he only had seventy percent of his power, Yang Wutian couldn't hold back anymore. This old thing was truly sophisticated at insulting people! He wanted to start a brawl!!
"I'll—"
Seeing that Yang Wushuang had gone on a rampage and that the faces of Yang Wudi and Yang Wutian were looking worse than the bottom of a pot, Yun Ming quickly jumped in to diffuse the atmosphere.
"Just joking, just joking, don't get angry!"
"Li'er, come over. Father will awaken it for you."
As he spoke, he snapped his fingers, and a complex, strange Awakening Array appeared before everyone.
Hearing his father, Young Master Yun trotted back and stood in the center of the Awakening Array as instructed.
The three old men saw that it was beginning and decided to settle their scores later. What would Yun Ming's son awaken? Would it be the Atlas Spear? They were all very curious.
Yun Ming comforted his son.
"Li'er, stay relaxed. No matter what happens, don't panic. Father is here for everything!"
Young Master Yun nodded in response.
"Mm-hmm."
Ya Li thought of what Yun Ming had said when they arrived and felt a bit worried, while Yang Wudi and the others also realized the situation was unusual and grew more serious.
Yun Ming signaled for his wife to be at ease, then activated the array.
As the array started, golden light dots rose from the ground, quickly turning into a thick mist of light that enveloped Young Master Yun and lifted him into mid-air.
A flash of astonishment crossed Yang Wudi's eyes. The sheer number of these Golden Light Dots—if he remembered correctly, it was far more than when Yun Ming had awakened his spirit, at least double.
In the Spirit Awakening Ceremony, the number of Golden Light Dots was directly proportional to the quality of the spirit. One had to know that Yun Ming's Atlas Spear was already a Super Spirit that suppressed the Soul Breaking Spear, and now, the number of light dots drawn by Yun Li's spirit was even greater than that. What kind of spirit would this awaken?!! Could little Yun Li handle such a powerful spirit?
Yang Wudi began to understand the concerns of Yun Ming and his wife.
Ya Li watched the golden light continuously pouring into her son's body, the flow showing no signs of fatigue, and felt incredibly anxious. If it weren't for her husband's calm expression, she might have forcibly interrupted the ceremony.
Regardless of what the others were thinking, Young Master Yun felt quite good at the moment. It was warm and comfortable, as if he were bathing in sunlight.
But as time passed, the warmth kept stacking, and the comfort quickly faded. Yun Li's little face began to twist, becoming increasingly uncomfortable until he let out a cry of pain.
"Ah!!!"
"Li'er!"
Seeing his son let out such a miserable scream, Ya Li was terrified and shrieked. Pain in the child was pain in the mother's heart; even if she was the Pope, it was the same.
"Li'er! Hold on, it will be over soon!"
Don't worry! It's still within expectations.
Yun Ming was cheering his son on while also sending a telepathic message to reassure his family.
"Father, I... it hurts so much!"
Hearing his Father's voice, Yun Li responded with a tearful, choked tone. At this moment, it felt as if a ball of fire was burning inside Yun Li, scorching not only his flesh and blood but his consciousness as well, leaving him in unbearable agony. He had never felt such pain in his life.
Hearing his son's helpless voice, Yun Ming felt a pang of heartache, but there was no other way; he had to persevere now, or else they would have to start the process all over again.
"Li'er! Stay strong! Father believes you can definitely do it!"
"You are the best, the strongest, and the pride of your mother and me, aren't you?"
While chatting with his son to distract him, Yun Ming observed the situation inside Young Master Yun's body.
Young Master Yun said weakly.
"Yes... I am the best... I... I can hold on!"
Perhaps because of the nature of Yun Ming and his wife—one being a super genius and the other a prodigy whose compatibility with her Spirit allowed for rapid growth—they were both quite indifferent to praise. As a result, when Young Master Yun received their compliments, he felt quite happy, and the pain even seemed to dull slightly.
Ya Li's eyes turned red, and a mist of tears veiled her vision.
"Don't cry, Li'er, you are the bravest. After the awakening, Mother will take you out to play, okay?"
Young Master Yun said with difficulty.
"Okay."
Yun Ming also spoke up at the right moment.
"Li'er is truly amazing!"
However, praise was one thing, but on the other hand, Yun Ming had discovered a new problem with Yun Li's Spirit. The awakening energy was sufficient, but it seemed to be missing a certain condition to truly manifest.
Golden light surged in the depths of Yun Ming's eyes as he began to deduce a solution.
A minute is short, but it felt incredibly long now. During this time, Ya Li kept talking to Young Master Yun, though the intervals between Young Master Yun's responses were slowly lengthening.
"Brother Ming, hurry!"
Seeing that his son was in so much pain he couldn't even make a sound, Ya Li was burning with anxiety.
Sensing his son's critical state, Yun Ming accelerated his Divine Sense. Various paths and laws intertwined before his eyes, eventually transforming into two Yin-Yang fish circling each other.
That's it!
The fog before his eyes dissipated; he knew what Young Master Yun was missing.
Yun Ming was too powerful—perhaps only the ancient Dragon God could rival him. His power was omnipotent, unified yet completely contradictory. This was not something a human child could withstand, even if Young Master Yun was Yun Ming's own son and inherently more adapted to Yun Ming's power. Therefore, a separation and buffer were required.
Ya Li's Wish Angel Spirit was completely suppressed by the Atlas Spear—whose current level was unknown—making it impossible for a Twin Martial Souls to manifest naturally or for the power to be divided. Thus, what Young Master Yun needed was an artificial Spirit.
With the logic clear, the rest was simple. A Mobius Strip emerged in the depths of Yun Ming's eyes. He stared directly at the Spirit imprint of Young Master Yun's Spirit and pointed a finger, sending a pale pink Spear Light to split it in two.
Half of the imprint combined with the Genesis Power to merge into the body, forming a new Spirit imprint, while the other half also rapidly took shape.
Shortly after, Yun Ming felt two "crack" sounds emanate from within Young Master Yun's body, as if something had shattered. All the Golden Light Dots immediately swarmed into the palms of his left and right hands.
In the blink of an eye, a vaguely spear-shaped Spirit appeared in Young Master Yun's right hand. Even though this Spirit had not yet fully manifested and was merely a blurred form, Yang Wudi and the other Soul Breaking Spear Spirit owners present felt their own Spirits tremble. This was the reaction of a lower-tier Spirit facing a superior one. Moreover, the sky-piercing aura of Destruction on the spear made even these Title Douluo feel a faint chill!
In Young Master Yun's left hand appeared a humanoid image. It was a humanoid Life form with four pairs of wings, each wing radiating a different elemental fluctuation. Wind, Fire, Water, Earth, Light, Darkness, Time, and Space—all in perfect order! Clearly, this was a mutation of his mother Ya Li's Spirit.
With the Two Great Spirits manifested, the pain in Young Master Yun's body rapidly subsided. His small face relaxed, and he drifted into unconsciousness.
Though he had fainted, the Two Great Spirits remained flickering, still exerting immense pressure on everyone present.
Looking at the light and shadow above his great-grandson's head, Yang Wudi swallowed hard and asked.
"Ming Er, what is this?"
Yun Ming reached out to take his unconscious son back, pressing a palm against his forehead to stabilize his Spirit and seal his Innate Soul Power from thirty down to ten.
After finishing everything and handing the child to his mother, Yun Ming finally had the time to answer.
"A Divine Spirit, the Genesis Saint Spirit; a Weapon Spirit, the Extinction Demon Spear."
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