Douluo Continent.
Heaven Dou Empire.
Inside a certain mansion—
A little boy with black hair and dark eyes, his features unusually delicate and handsome, was staring blankly at the sky. His lips moved softly as he murmured to himself,"Soon, I'll be going to awaken my Martial Soul… I wonder what my talent will be like. I really hope I can inherit a good one."
His name was Li Chang'an. His parents had chosen this name in the hope that he would live long and safe—Chang'an, meaning "long peace."
But Li Chang'an had another identity: a transmigrator.In his previous life, he came from a blue planet—a world called Earth.
In this life, he had reincarnated into the Douluo Continent, born into a declining noble family with very few members. In this generation, he was the family's only heir.
However, fate seemed unwilling to show mercy to this family.
His mother had suffered great damage to her vitality while giving birth to him, leaving her frail and sickly. She passed away when he was three years old.
As for his father—he died in battle the previous year, when Li Chang'an was five, killed in the war against the Star Luo Empire.
Thus, Li Chang'an was now all alone in the world.
This year, he turned six—the age to awaken one's Martial Soul.
If fortune favored him and he awakened a strong Martial Soul, he could retain his noble title and family estate. But if not—if he turned out untalented—then the wolves and tigers coveting his inheritance would surely devour him piece by piece!
It wouldn't be surprising if he suddenly "died" one day at home for some inexplicable reason.
Greedy men were capable of anything for the sake of wealth.
And he—just a destitute little noble without a powerful backer—if he didn't have talent, how could he possibly protect what was his?
As for hoping the empire would uphold justice for him?
Don't be naïve. A decaying feudal empire is no place for fairness.
Even if his father had died honorably for the nation, so what?
He wasn't the only one who had died on the battlefield. Many nobles greater than him had fallen too.
Who would care about the life or death of a minor noble?
At most, people would sigh at the tragedy for a day or two. But without profit or advantage, and with the risk of offending others—no one would stand up for him.
"All depends on today!"
Li Chang'an clenched his fists. If luck favored him, and during the awakening he could inherit his father's Sword Martial Soul, possessing innate spirit power around the fourth rank—three at the very least—then there would still be hope of preserving the family's legacy.
But if he inherited his mother's Green Serpent Martial Soul, and—like her—had no innate spirit power…
Then the best outcome would be losing his family estate under countless excuses and being cast out with nothing.
The worst outcome? Someone would quietly send an assassin—and he'd die silently in his own home.
Don't underestimate the darkness of this world.Reality's ugliness often surpasses the worst of television dramas!
"Master, the carriage is ready."
An old man approached—it was the family's butler, a loyal servant who had served for decades.
"Alright, let's go."
Li Chang'an didn't hesitate. He followed the old butler toward the carriage, ready to head to the place where his Martial Soul would awaken.
Naturally, this place was not the Spirit Hall.
As a member of the nobility, the empire had its own facilities dedicated to noble children's awakenings. They didn't need to go to the Spirit Hall like commoners did.
When they arrived at the awakening hall—
Several children around his age were already gathered there, both boys and girls. Each stood beside their parents or elders. Only Li Chang'an stood alone, accompanied only by his old butler.
Some of the others glanced at him, expressions mixed—but none mocked him or approached him either. Generally speaking, nobles behaved with a degree of decorum toward others of noble birth.
Mocking someone for no reason? That only happened when there was enmity, or someone pulling strings behind the scenes.
A few moments later, more people arrived one after another.
When everyone had gathered, the elder presiding over the awakening ceremony finally called out, inviting the children into the inner hall while the adults waited outside.
Inside—
The hall was solemnly decorated. In the center was a grand awakening array, far more sophisticated than the portable ones used by Spirit Hall.
"You are all noble children," the old man said, looking at them. "Your parents must have explained the awakening process to you already, yes?"
Li Chang'an and the others nodded.
"Good. In that case, I won't waste words."
The elder nodded, then pointed at a child. "You first."
The boy stepped into the array as the elder activated it—light flared brightly.
Moments later, a knight's lance appeared in the boy's hands.
The elder nodded approvingly. Even without testing spirit power, he could tell the Martial Soul was decent—its form was clear and solid.
When the boy placed his hand on the crystal ball, light flashed again.
"Not bad," the old man said as he recorded. "Innate spirit power: level three. Martial Soul: Knight's Lance."
In this world, spirit masters were rare. For a noble child, innate level three was quite good. With effort, such a person might even reach the Soul King level in their lifetime.
The elder wrote down the boy's information and gestured for the next child.
Again and again, the awakening array flared—
Most of the noble children awakened weapons: spears, swords, blades—tools of battle. Unlike the countryside, where awakenings were often hoes, sickles, or hammers—symbols of farming and labor.
Those Martial Souls had little combat power, thus were considered low-grade Martial Souls, and rarely came with innate spirit power. Even the rare exceptions had no more than one or two levels.
The most crucial difference lay in their potential.
Even if two people had equal spirit power, equal rings, and equal skills—a sword could slice steel, while a sickle could only cut wood.
That was the difference between high and low Martial Souls!
(Of course, legendary weapons like the Seven Kill Sword or Clear Sky Hammer were in a different league altogether.)
Soon, it was Li Chang'an's turn.
His heart pounded, though his face remained calm as he stepped into the center of the array.
Light flared around him.
Warmth surged through his body. His eyelids grew heavy as his consciousness seemed to soar—crossing mountains and rivers—until he arrived deep within a primeval soul beast forest.
There, hidden inside a stone cave, lay a giant egg covered with intricate markings. Suddenly, cracks spread across its shell—
Crack!
A triangular snake's head pierced through, blinking around curiously, its serpentine eyes filled with an oddly human confusion.
'Did I… transmigrate again?'
'Where is this place?'
'No… I was just awakening my Martial Soul. What's happening to me?'
Meanwhile—
Li Chang'an's eyes snapped open.
He found himself still standing within the awakening array—and in his hand, a sword had appeared.
It seemed… his luck wasn't bad after all.
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