Brain storage.
Martial Spirit City…
Today is the day when the martial spirit awakens.
Ling Ye stood in the queue, her tender body belonging to a child wrapped in a slightly loose white robe. He lowered his eyes slightly, and his eyes fell on his hands folded in front of him. These hands were clean and white, belonging to a child who was just six years old, but inside, they contained a modern soul that was suddenly thrown into this fantasy world. The memory fragments of his sudden death while working overtime in his previous life were still bitingly cold, and were instantly covered by the strange yet familiar scene in front of him.
"Next, Ling Ye."
The deacon who presided over the ceremony was a dark-skinned middle-aged man with sharp eyes like an eagle. He motioned Ling Ye to stand in the six-pointed star array outlined with strange silver powder in the center of the room. The powder shone with a faint starlight, carrying a cold and strange energy fluctuation.
"Relax, child." The deacon's voice had no warmth, reminding him formulaically, "Feel with your heart and guide the power sleeping in your blood."
As his low and obscure chanting sounded, the lines of the six-pointed star suddenly lit up, and the silver light surged, instantly engulfing Ling Ye's small figure. An indescribable warm current suddenly poured from the magic circle at the feet into the limbs and bones, and went straight to the top of the head!
Ling Ye was shaken all over!
The vision is filled with pure silver light. In the deepest part of consciousness, it seemed as if something had been forcefully pried open by this light, and a strange "sense of existence" broke free from its shackles and broke out of the cocoon.
The light comes and goes quickly.
The silver glow receded like a tide, revealing Ling Ye in the formation again. There was something floating above the palm of his open right hand.
It is a square wooden box. The material looks extremely ordinary, just rough wood that can be seen everywhere, and rough wood thorns can even be seen on the edges. There are no patterns on the surface of the box, no markings, and it is so plain that it is almost crude, just like a box that an old farmer in the country has casually nailed to contain miscellaneous items. It was suspended there quietly, emitting soul power fluctuations that were so weak that they were almost negligible, so ordinary that all the people around them who craned their necks to watch were stunned.
"What... is this?" A child standing in the front row couldn't help but muttered, his voice full of doubts and a hint of imperceptible contempt.
"Wooden box? Can this also be considered a martial spirit?" The other child's voice was louder, with an undisguised sneer.
"The martial soul is useless! The martial soul is absolutely useless!" Someone in the crowd came to a decisive conclusion, with a certain certainty in his tone that "it is indeed so."
The black-faced deacon who presided over the ceremony frowned into a knot, and his sharp eyes glanced back and forth between Ling Ye and the ordinary wooden box in his palm several times, and finally turned into an almost inaudible sigh. He shook his head slightly, with the regret of "another unfortunate child", and said in a deep voice: "Martial spirit: unknown wooden container. Preliminary judgment, weapon spirit, no attack, no defense, no auxiliary characteristics, classified as... useless martial spirit." The eyes of the children around him changed instantly, curiosity and envy faded away, replaced by naked pity, happiness, and even a hint of schadenfreude.
Ling Ye seemed not to have heard the noisy discussions and the deacon's verdict. His whole mind was immersed in the huge torrent of information that poured into his mind the moment his martial soul awakened.
【Martial Spirit: Blind Box of All Heavens】
【Ability: Consume your own soul power to condense the "blind box". After others pay to open it, both the opener and the host can receive random rewards. The quality of the reward is directly related to the host's current soul power level. 】
【Current soul power level: Level 10 (innate full soul power)】
【Daily maximum concentration limit: 3】
【The rules for obtaining rewards for the host: exactly the same as those for the activator. 】
The information flow is extremely clear, with a cold sense of rules imprinted on the consciousness. Wasted martial soul? The corners of Ling Ye's mouth almost couldn't help but curve upward. No, this is simply...the starting point of a miracle!
The deacon's voice sounded again, with a hint of routine numbness: "Okay, kid, put your hand on the crystal ball and test the soul power. There are also ways to destroy the martial spirit..."
Ling Ye followed the words, stretched out his left hand, and gently pressed it on the huge blue crystal ball handed over by the deacon. Cool to the touch.
The moment his palm touched the crystal ball——
Hum!
As if a sleeping dragon was awakened! The originally dim crystal ball, symbolizing zero soul power, suddenly burst out with unimaginable brilliance! The dazzling blue light was like an out-of-control tide, instantly filling every corner of the entire ceremony hall! The light was so intense that it even overshadowed the huge crystal chandelier overhead, reflecting everyone's faces into a swaying blue!
“Ah!” A child screamed when he was stung by the bright light and subconsciously covered his eyes.
"This...how is this possible?!" The indifference and regret on the black-faced deacon's face were instantly torn to pieces by horror! His eyes were wide open, and his mouth was wide enough to fit an egg into it. His body stumbled forward uncontrollably, staring at the crystal ball that was so bright that it seemed to burst at any time. His voice was completely distorted due to extreme shock, and sharply cut through the deathly silence in the hall:
The dead silence only lasted for a moment, and was immediately broken by an even more turbulent sound wave! Exclaims, questions, and gasps of disbelief swept through the entire hall like a tsunami! Everyone's eyes suddenly turned from the dazzling crystal ball to the small figure in front of the crystal ball - Ling Ye! The ridiculously ordinary wooden box was suspended in his palm, and his whole body was bathed in a violent blue light, forming a picture that was extremely absurd.
The useless martial soul and the innate full soul power! This paradox, which violates the iron law of Douluo Continent for thousands of years, is now vividly displayed in front of everyone's eyes!
The black-faced deacon’s face is no longer black, but has completely lost its color and is completely pale. He turned around suddenly and rushed to the back of the ceremony hall almost on his hands and knees, smashed open the heavy side door and rushed into a deep corridor.
"Sir! Something serious has happened! Master of the Branch Palace! Hurry! Report it quickly!!" His hoarse and inflected roar echoed crazily in the corridor.
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The head of the branch of Wuhun Palace, a strong man at the Soul Emperor level, personally used his soul power to explore Ling Ye and his weird wooden box martial soul. His usually calm face showed an almost blank solemnity for the first time. After repeatedly confirming that the crystal ball's response was correct, he immediately activated the emergency communication channel.
Just half an hour later, an urgent order condensed from pure soul power and bearing the exclusive emblem of the Pope's Palace crossed half of Wuhun City and landed directly on the desk of the head of the branch hall. There was only one line of cold handwriting on the order:
"Bring the awakened Ling Ye and his martial soul records immediately to see His Majesty the Pope. No delay."
The head of the branch hall held this order with his fingers trembling slightly. He did not dare to neglect in the slightest, and immediately took Ling Ye personally in a luxurious carriage specially designed for Wuhun Palace. Under the escort of four Soul King-level knights with calm auras, they galloped all the way towards the core and most majestic holy land of Wuhun City - the Pope's Palace.
The wheels rolled over the wide and flat streets in the central area of Wuhun City, making a dull and regular sound. The cabin was unusually quiet. The master of the branch hall sat upright, his eyes not squinting, but the sweat on his forehead had never stopped. He didn't dare to look at Ling Ye sitting opposite. The child just sat quietly, with his small hands spread out, and the silent, mysterious wooden square box suspended in his palm.
Ling Ye looked through the car window at the scene that was passing by quickly outside. Towering palaces, towering spiers, patrol guards wearing exquisite armor, and the omnipresent aura of power, order, and cold oppression that belongs to the Spirit Hall in the air. Is this where he will take root in the future? Both parents died. His father, Ling Mo Sang, was a cardinal with a high status in Wuhun Palace during his lifetime. He died in a mission... These pieces of information flashed through his mind. This identity is not only the background, but also the starting point that can be used.
The carriage finally stopped at the edge of the suffocating white jade square in front of the Papal Palace. The huge square is empty and solemn, and at the end is the majestic palace that stands like a sacred mountain, overlooking the entire Wuhun City. The golden sunlight splashes on the pure white pillars and dome, reflecting the sacred and cold brilliance. The air here seems to have solidified, filled with breathtaking pressure.
The head of the branch palace almost half-bowed his body and carefully led Ling Ye up the long steps that seemed to lead to the kingdom of heaven under the sharp, knife-like eyes of several papal palace guards with deeper auras and wearing dark gold armor. Every step he takes feels like a knock on his soul.
Finally, they were taken to the depths of the Pope's Palace. The massive door, which was thick and engraved with countless sacred patterns, slid open silently.
Behind the door is not the splendid hall as imagined, but a huge study room that is slightly dim but even more heart-stopping. The high dome seemed to be hidden in the shadows, flanked on both sides by huge bookshelves that stretched to the sky, filled with heavy books and files, exuding the gloomy atmosphere of ancient paper and ink. The air is filled with an indescribable pressure. It is not released deliberately, but it is like solid mercury, weighing heavily on the hearts of everyone who enters.
At the end of the study room, behind a large obsidian desk, a figure sat.
Bibi Dong.
She was not wearing the papal robes that symbolized supreme authority, but only a simple yet tailored purple uniform. Her long dark purple hair hangs casually on her shoulders, with natural curls at the ends. She lowered her head slightly and seemed to be reviewing a file in her hand. From Ling Ye's point of view, he could only see her smooth forehead, straight bridge of nose, and the graceful contours of her jawline that revealed an invisible indifference.
"Your Majesty," the voice of the head of the branch hall was trembling uncontrollably. He bent down deeply, his forehead almost touching the cold ground, "The people are here. Awakened Ling Ye, martial soul... unknown wooden container, innate soul power... level 10, full soul power." He spoke out the last few words with difficulty.
You can hear a needle drop in the study.