The ancestral hall with green bricks and gray tiles stands silently at the end of the alley.
The stone beasts on the eaves have lost their former splendor, and the copper bells on the eaves are rusted. Whenever the breeze blows, they emit a dull hum, as if telling of the loneliness of the years.
Inside the mottled wooden door, the smell of mold and sandalwood intertwined.
Above the shrine, the gilded tablet has long been mottled, and the swaying red candle seems to be shedding tears, with the candle wax solidified on the table.
Although the walls are peeling and the painted beams and pillars are fading, one can still glimpse the auspicious atmosphere of the past, and the entire ancestral hall exudes an ancient and solemn appearance.
An old man with white hair and beard, wearing a five-pointed white gold crown on his head, waved his hand casually, and six pieces of jade floated in the air.
"Yan'er, what are you daydreaming about!"
The old man's voice broke the silence in the ancestral hall.
In front of the old man stood a boy of about six years old with a healthy wheat-colored complexion. He muttered to himself, "Yan'er? You call me Yan'er?"
In an instant, countless memories surged in the boy's mind like a surging tide.
The boy's pupils suddenly shrank and he couldn't help but murmur in surprise.
"Tuoba Yan...Tuoba Xi's grandson...Young Patriarch of the Holy Dragon Family..."
He was stunned and looked up in disbelief at the old man in front of him who was over two meters tall.
The old man waited for a long time but received no response. After hearing the boy's mumbling, he urged, "Yan'er, enter the awakening formation. I will awaken your martial soul for you!"
The boy took a deep breath, took a slow step, and walked into the formation composed of six jade stones emitting golden light.
He is not from this world.
In his previous life, he was an avid Douluo fan. Not only was he familiar with the five parts, he was also obsessed with anime.
He remembered that he fell into a deep sleep while watching the Dust Heart movie, but he didn't expect that when he woke up, he would travel to the Douluo Continent.
As soon as he stepped into the formation, a mysterious energy lifted him up steadily, his feet off the ground, and he was suspended in the air.
The golden energy was like the sun in a warm winter, gently wrapping him.
With a "pop" sound, it was as if the shackles in his body were broken, and warm power instantly surged throughout his body, filling him with endless energy.
Immediately afterwards, his body began to undergo amazing changes.
Green quickly spread over his body like a tide, and his muscles bulged instantly as if inflated, making his clothes tight.
With a crisp "pop" sound, the cloth was torn into pieces. The clothes could no longer withstand the sudden burst of power and were torn apart.
His nails grew longer rapidly, gleaming faintly under the refraction of the light from the ancestral hall.
Especially those golden eyes, which contained a scorching and oppressive aura. If you stare at them for a long time, it would feel like you are in an unbearably hot desert.
Tuoba Xi standing aside looked dazed, with a flicker in his eyes, like an uneasy heart, feeling uneasy.
"Mutated Martial Soul?!"
As we all know, a mutated martial spirit may become weaker or stronger.
Some powerful martial spirits, due to mutation, sometimes become weaker.
The innate soul power has not been tested yet, so Tuoba Xi is not sure whether Tuoba Yan's martial soul has mutated to become weaker or stronger.
The boy looked dazed and muttered, "Mutated martial spirit?"
He felt uneasy because he couldn't see his own martial soul.
As a time traveler, the boy also knew that the martial soul could mutate to become stronger, but it could also mutate to become weaker.
Upon seeing this, Tuoba Xi flipped his hands and took out a mirror from the storage soul guide. He used his soul power to hold the mirror and brought it to the boy.
The boy held the mirror and was stunned when he saw the shadow of his martial soul behind him.
Two words that do not belong to Douluo Continent blurted out from the boy's mouth.
"Holy Lord?"
That's right, behind him was a green statue shadow, shaped like a large round table, without limbs, like a coiled giant snake, the whole body was green and yellow, and there were twelve small octagonal round holes inlaid with talismans on the statue.
Isn't this the Holy Lord in Jackie Chan Adventures?
The boy shifted his gaze from the mirror to Tuoba Xi.
Tuoba Xi's martial soul is a white-armored earth dragon with four legs and a completely white body.
The inverted blade extends from the earth dragon's neck along its spine to its tail. If it weren't covered with dragon scales, it would easily be mistaken for an oversized lizard.
This is the inherited martial spirit of the Tuoba family, the "royal relatives" of the Spirit Hall - the White-armored Earth Dragon.
Eight soul rings lit up one after another under Tuoba Xi's feet, two yellow, two purple and four black, dazzling and gorgeous.
Tuoba Xi suppressed his excitement, took out a crystal ball from the storage soul guide, and handed it to the boy with his soul power.
"Mutated martial spirits have different strengths. Yan'er, place your palm on the crystal ball and measure your innate spirit power! If your spirit power is above level seven, then your future will be bright!"
The boy stretched out his right hand tremblingly, and Tuoba Xi stared at the crystal ball.
When the boy's right palm touched the surface of the crystal ball, a suction force came and all his soul power was sucked into the crystal ball.
In an instant, the crystal ball burst into a dazzling blue light.
"Level 10...Full innate soul power! Child, you have lived up to Grandpa's expectations. Our Tuoba family has hope of revival!"
Tuoba Xi was so excited that he didn't bother to put away the jade stone for awakening martial spirit and the crystal ball for testing soul power. He rushed forward and hugged the boy tightly in his arms.
After a long while, the boy cried out uncomfortably: "You... are hugging me too tightly, I... can't breathe!"
Tuoba Xi finally came to his senses and quickly let go of the boy, looking down at him with loving eyes, becoming more and more satisfied the more he looked.
Tuoba Xi was still very excited, with a satisfied smile on his face.
He slowly turned around and looked at the three portraits hanging on the wall at the center of the ancestral hall. He explained, "Yan'er, you have lived up to your grandfather and your mother's expectations. You possess innate full soul power. Your martial soul is not mutating to become weaker, but to become stronger!"
The boy raised his head and looked carefully at the portraits hanging on the walls of the ancestral hall.
The three ancestors were all male, tall and strong, with dragon-shaped shadows behind them, but the forms of their martial spirits were different.
Tuoba Xi's voice rang in his ears.
"Take a close look at the martial spirits of the three ancestors. They all have innate full soul power. And they all have mutated martial spirits. Yan'er, you didn't disappoint Grandpa. You have the potential to be a Titled Douluo. There is great hope that your portrait will be hung here after your death and worshipped by future generations!"