At that moment, cracks began to spread across Qian Ye's body.Blood seeped from his skin like thin streams of molten iron.
But his eyes — dark, sharp, unwavering — burned with determination.He knew this was only the beginning.
In his Gluttony Form, his regenerative abilities stirred to life. The torn flesh began knitting itself back together, crimson light pulsing beneath the surface. His body tried to rebuild even as it broke apart.
Still, the pain was indescribable — far beyond anything he had endured before.
Qian Ye clenched his fists until his knuckles split. Veins bulged across his arms. He stared at the swirling purple soul ring hovering before him. Endure. Devour. Become stronger.
The ring pulsed violently, then dissolved into streaks of purplish-gold energy that coiled like serpents, forcing their way into his body.
Sweat streamed down his face in rivulets. His breathing grew ragged. Yet he did not scream.He refused to.
Pain means the body is changing. Suffering means I am being reborn.
Then came a sharp groan — the only sound he allowed himself. His face contorted from the sheer force of agony.
If not for the regenerative power of Gluttony, his body would have been torn apart long ago.Even so, the pain continued to ravage him — his flesh burning, bones shuddering, spirit trembling on the edge of collapse.
Qian Ye held on, every breath a battle. Fall here, and I die as I was born — weak.
Time blurred.
Gradually, his breathing steadied. His expression eased. The world around him slowed until there was only silence.
Then — flickers of violet lightning flashed in his eyes.
A faint purple glow rippled across his skin.
A single purple soul ring rose around him, glowing like a fallen star.He had done it — he had absorbed a thousand-year soul ring as his first.
No one else on the continent would dare even attempt such a thing.
Wings unfurled from his back, black feathers rustling softly.An immense pressure rippled outward from his body — raw, divine, terrifying.
His long black hair rose and flowed around him, caught in an invisible wind, each strand dancing in rhythm with the pulse of his soul power.
Purple arcs of energy flickered in his pupils. His aura grew steadier, heavier — power and silence intertwined.
Qian Daoliu stood rooted in place, speechless. When the light faded, he hurried forward."Little Ye, how do you feel? Are you hurt?"
Qian Ye opened his mouth and said only one word:
"Hungry."
Qian Daoliu blinked, then burst into laughter, quickly handing over the food he had brought.
Qian Ye devoured everything in moments, swallowing hungrily until the last crumb was gone.Even then, his hunger burned.
That was the curse of Gluttony — an endless need to feed, to fill the void that came with power.
He spotted several rabbits nearby, caught them effortlessly, and began roasting them over a fire.
The smell of cooking meat filled the forest. Sparks rose into the darkening sky.
Watching him, Qian Daoliu smiled and asked, "Little Ye, what soul skills have you awakened?"
Qian Ye turned the skewers slowly, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Father, don't be too surprised when I tell you."
Qian Daoliu chuckled. "I've seen much in my years, child. There's little that can shock me now."
Qian Ye glanced up, the firelight reflecting in his violet eyes. "I've awakened seven soul skills."
Qian Daoliu froze. The color drained from his face. "Seven…? You awakened seven soul skills?"
Qian Ye nodded once. "Yes."
The rabbits sizzled as fat dripped into the flames. The forest was silent except for the crackling fire.
After a long pause, Qian Daoliu exhaled heavily and smiled. "Let's eat first."
Qian Ye said nothing more. He tore into the roasted meat methodically, consuming three rabbits before his hunger dulled to something bearable.
Only then did he speak again, his tone measured, deliberate.
Qian Ye's First Soul Skills
Pride Form – First Soul Skill: Eye of ControlWhen activated, Qian Ye's eyes become the Eyes of Dominion. Anyone who meets his gaze falls under his command, bound by absolute obedience for a set duration. The stronger the opponent's soul power, the shorter the control — but for the weak, there is no escape.
Wrath Form – First Soul Skill: Blood ExplosionIn Wrath Form, Qian Ye's blood ignites with berserker fury. Activating Blood Explosion doubles every physical attribute — strength, speed, endurance — turning him into a living weapon.
Greed Form – First Soul Skill: Weapon SummoningBy channeling the essence of Greed, Qian Ye can open the King's Treasury — a void dimension containing countless weapons. Each weapon carries a unique resonance and power, perfectly suited to its wielder.
Envy Form – First Soul Skill: TransformationIn Envy Form, Qian Ye can assume the shape of anyone he desires — even replicating their aura and voice. It is a perfect disguise, limited only by his imagination.
Sloth Form – First Soul Skill: NightmareSloth allows Qian Ye to enter the dreams of others. Within the dreamscape, he becomes a god. He can manipulate illusions, inflict terror, and with enough spiritual strength — kill.
Lust Form – First Soul Skill: CharmLust exudes an aura of irresistible allure. Unlike the Eye of Control, which enforces domination, Charm seduces instinct. Even the strong may falter before it, their reason swallowed by desire.
Gluttony Form – First Soul Skill: RegenerationWhile active, Qian Ye's body constantly regenerates from injury — flesh knitting, bone reforming — but it consumes enormous energy. The greater the wound, the greater the hunger that follows.
Qian Ye explained each one to his father — at least, the parts he could reveal. The full truth of the Seven Sins Angels would remain buried in his mind alone.
When he finished, Qian Daoliu could no longer contain his awe. His hands trembled slightly as he gripped Qian Ye's shoulders.
"Little Ye," he said softly, his voice tinged with reverence, "you have the potential… to become a god."
Qian Ye lowered his gaze. A faint smile ghosted across his lips.
Gods fall. Devils endure.