At this moment, Qian Ye floated in the air above the main hall, black and white light constantly flowing around his body.
Even Qian Daoliu had never seen the martial soul that Qian Ye had awakened before.
"Is this an Angel Martial Soul?"
"Could it be a mutated Angel Martial Soul?"
Everyone's eyes filled with surprise.
The entire hall was shrouded in swirling black and white light.
Qian Ye opened his eyes in midair, examining the energy coursing through him.
Perhaps others could not tell what his martial soul was, but Qian Ye — a transmigrator — understood at once.
His martial soul was no ordinary angel. It was something far darker.
A Fallen Angel. Also called a Sin Angel… or perhaps, even a Demon.
He remembered from Western mythology the Seven Angels of Sin — Pride, Wrath, Greed, Envy, Sloth, Lust, and Gluttony.
Seven fallen angels in total. Could it be… that I've awakened a Fallen Angel Martial Soul?
Suddenly, information flooded his mind.
His consciousness was pulled into a void.
He found himself in a vast, silent space — cold, endless, and devoid of life.
Darkness stretched infinitely in every direction until, suddenly, a single beam of light illuminated him.
Before him stood a colossal sanctuary.
Inside were seven enormous stone crosses, and bound to each was a fallen angel.
Each angel's form was unique — some majestic, others grotesque — yet all were chained by black iron that pulsed with power.
Qian Ye stood in the center of the seven crosses, utterly transfixed.
Where is this place? I only awakened my martial soul… so why am I here?
Are these… the Seven Sin Angels?
As he stared, the seven fallen angels began to glow. Their eyes opened one by one, glinting with cold, malicious light.
Seven rays burst from the crosses and converged on Qian Ye, enveloping him in their dark brilliance.
The light turned to shadow. Seven black beams sank into his body.
A pulse of power surged outward — cold, boundless, alive.
Then came understanding.
Each of the Seven Sin Angels was bestowing its power upon him.
Pride. Wrath. Greed. Envy. Sloth. Lust. Gluttony.
Each one left a mark on his soul.
Seven gifts. Seven chains. Seven ways to command sin itself.
Qian Ye's heart raced — not in fear, but fascination.
So… this is my martial soul?
In his past life, he had read countless tales of Douluo Continent's martial souls. Some possessed twin spirits, some divine inheritances — but none like this.
He had not awakened twin souls. He had awakened one — a single soul that contained seven forms.
Pride. Wrath. Greed. Envy. Sloth. Lust. Gluttony.
The first seven-form martial soul to ever exist.
It was unheard of. Impossible.
Yet it was his.
The world worships purity. I was born to defile it.
His pulse steadied. Excitement gave way to calculation. Seven sins… seven tools. If I master them all, who in this world could oppose me? Not gods. Not angels. No one.
All around him, the spectators watched in awe as the blinding light faded.
Qian Daoliu's heart was filled with confusion and wonder. He looked up at his son and murmured, "There's an angelic aura… but also something dark. Could it be a mutation?"
He frowned, then nodded slowly. "It seems to have transformed from another soul into an angelic form. That must be why the wings are black. Though impure, it still bears the angel's mark. It belongs to our lineage."
A small, relieved smile crossed his face. "Is this heaven's salvation for me?"
He had lost one son, and now heaven had given him another. To him, it was divine fate.
As the hall quieted, Qian Ye descended slowly, the black-and-white light fading around him.
Qian Daoliu immediately approached, his eyes filled with concern. "Xiaoye, are you alright?"
Qian Ye shook his head calmly. "I'm fine."
"Do you feel anything unusual?" Qian Daoliu asked.
Though his tone was kind, Qian Ye's mind was already weaving lies. He smiled faintly and said, "Nothing strange, Father. It only feels like… I've gained more strength."
He doesn't need to know. Not yet. Not until I understand how deep this power runs.
Qian Daoliu seemed reassured and turned to the Soul Douluo beside them. "Right, we haven't tested his soul power yet!"
The Soul Douluo retrieved a crystal sphere — the same kind used to measure innate power — and stepped forward. "Back then, Princess Qian Renxue was born with soul power at level twenty. Given how terrifying Young Master Qian Ye's awakening was, I suspect his will be the same."
Qian Ye placed his palm on the crystal ball and gently released his power.
A deep, black aura poured into it like liquid night.
The crystal trembled violently.
"Buzz…"
The trembling grew stronger — hairline cracks began to spread across the surface.
Then, with a sharp crack, the crystal ball exploded into a shower of shards.
"Bang!!"
The sound echoed like thunder.
Gasps filled the hall. The Soul Douluo staggered backward, eyes wide in disbelief.
"Impossible! How could this be!?"
Every face in the room mirrored his shock.
Qian Ye had shattered the crystal ball with his soul power alone.
Even Qian Daoliu froze in stunned silence. The implications were staggering.
To destroy the crystal meant one thing — Qian Ye's innate soul power had exceeded level twenty.
"Exceeded level twenty innate soul power?"
"My god… is this Prince Qian Ye's strength?"
"It's terrifying!"
Whispers filled the hall as all eyes turned toward the boy who stood quietly in the center, black wings folded behind him, expression calm and unreadable.
So this is my beginning, Qian Ye thought, his gaze cold.