Beihe Village, Back Mountain.
The silver flames danced beautifully in the night, dreamlike and otherworldly, inspiring awe in any who saw them. Within the flames, a naked boy sat cross-legged, as if absorbing the fire into his very being.
Overhead, the bright full moon was suddenly obscured by heavy clouds. Darkness swallowed the land. A muffled thunderclap rumbled—then just as quickly, all was still again, as if it had never happened.
Only a wisp of gray energy drifted in from the horizon, slipping into the silver flames and merging into the boy's body along with them.
The boy remained unaware.
Time passed. As dawn broke, the morning sun cast golden light over the clearing and the motionless figure.
Suddenly, the boy opened his eyes and leapt to his feet. A blood-red soul ring rose around him. His right arm transformed—covered in frost-white scales, lengthening and thickening into a powerful dragon claw. Each talon gleamed like a white jade dagger, and icy mist coiled around the arm.
This boy was Zhu Ziyang.
"First soul skill: Celestial Frost Dragon Claw!" he shouted.
His dragonized arm swung outward and struck a massive tree. The tree was instantly uprooted, hurtling through the air and crashing into several others before finally falling—its trunk now coated in a thick layer of ice.
"So strong!" Zhu Ziyang exclaimed, eyes wide with excitement and joy.
The benefits he received from the Silver Dragon Wolf's sacrifice were truly unprecedented.
First, the basics: his soul power had jumped from level 32 to level 35. Though most of the energy had been used to purify and evolve his bloodline, saving months of cultivation was already a huge gain.
Remember—he was only eleven years old. And now, a level 35 Soul Elder. That sparked in him a bold ambition: to reach Soul Ancestor before he turned thirteen!
But the most incredible gain was this:
His Ice Tyrant Dragon martial soul, which had been a powerful sub-dragon soul with true dragon bloodline, had now evolved into a true top-tier dragon with the extreme ice attribute—the Celestial Frost Holy White Dragon!
This was a massive upgrade—like trading a slingshot for a cannon!
The Celestial Frost Holy White Dragon was a super martial soul possessing both the extreme element of ice and the bloodline of the Ice Dragon King. It was stronger than even the famed Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon of the Heavenly Dragon Sect!
Zhu Ziyang's original plan had been to fully develop his first martial soul—the Glimmer Scythe—by attaching seven soul rings, then carefully cultivate his second martial soul to ensure high-quality rings for potential dragon evolution.
But life had other plans.
Now, thanks to the Silver Dragon Wolf's sacrifice, his second martial soul had instantly transformed into the Celestial Frost Holy White Dragon. No number of soul rings could've achieved such a result.
Even Zhu Ziyang, usually calm and composed, couldn't help but grin with unrestrained joy.
In his heart, he felt deep gratitude toward the Silver Dragon Wolf.
But that gratitude was quickly mixed with sadness as he recalled her memories.
He now knew everything.
She had been a mutated Dragon Wolf, a rare Silver Auspicious Beast bearing the destiny of the Extreme North.
The Silver Auspicious Beast—a term he barely understood—was a being chosen by the will of the Extreme North. She had reached 100,000 years of cultivation in just 20,000 years. But as she prepared to break through to 200,000 years and become a ferocious beast, she was betrayed and ambushed by the Ice Demon Snow Soul King—a soul beast she had once trusted deeply.
The betrayal was so sudden that she couldn't even react, and her attempt to transcend her limit failed. Her cultivation regressed, and she was severely injured.
Fleeing the Extreme North, she staggered her way to the outer Northern Mountains. Ready to die, she held onto a sliver of hope through the destiny she bore.
That was when she met Zhu Ziyang.
Now, she was dead. But her only remaining chance at life was through Zhu Ziyang.
If he could one day become a god, he could resurrect her—just like how Tang San, the Sea God, once revived his sacrificed soul beast wife.
But Zhu Ziyang wasn't optimistic.
Becoming a god? Even with all his fortunes, he had no confidence in that.
Throughout the tens of thousands of years of Douluo history, fewer than ten soul masters had become gods.
"Sigh… one step at a time," he muttered.
Then clenched his fist.
"But I will definitely avenge you!"
While he doubted his chances of godhood, he had full confidence in becoming a Titled Douluo. And once that happened, as a Titled Douluo with dual extreme martial souls, defeating a 100,000-year Ice Demon Snow Soul King would be child's play.
That's right—dual extremes!
Possibly due to the immense energy drawn by the Silver Dragon Wolf's sacrifice, Zhu Ziyang's Great Luminous Art had entered a frenzied state, absorbing massive amounts of pure spiritual energy.
While his dragon bloodline evolved, his light bloodline was also being purified.
And at that moment, his first martial soul—the Glimmer Scythe—took the opportunity to transform into a super martial soul with the extreme light attribute.
So now, Zhu Ziyang possessed not just one, but two extreme attribute martial souls:
The Celestial Frost Holy White Dragon (Extreme Ice)
The World-Pacifying Scythe (Extreme Light)
A genius with dual extreme martial souls—unprecedented in all of recorded history!
In that moment, Zhu Ziyang truly felt thankful.
As if responding to his sincerity, the red soul ring with golden patterns behind him flickered gently.
He withdrew the Celestial Frost Holy White Dragon and extended his right hand.
A new golden battle scythe appeared in his palm.
It gleamed with radiant light. The shaft was etched with pure white patterns, and the entire weapon radiated an aura of holiness, brilliance, and redemption. Its blade, ring edge, and spear-like tip all seemed forged from gold, and although it looked ceremonial, it emitted an edge so sharp it could wound just by proximity.
At the base of the scythe was a circular ring engraved with a chain of gray-white otherworldly flowers, guiding the souls of the dead toward their eternal rest.
This was the:
World-Pacifying Scythe – The Scythe That Ends Chaos and Dooms All Evil.
"Hahaha! The World-Pacifying Scythe!"
Zhu Ziyang raised it high, filled with pride, his voice ringing with excitement.