A few days later, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
The day of martial soul awakening had arrived.
The vast sect plaza stretched out before them, its broad, level ground paved with smooth bluestone.
Every six-year-old child within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had been summoned here.
Nearly a hundred children had gathered in total.
Naturally, they were not all direct descendants of the Ning Clan.
Most were orphans adopted by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, as well as children of other core members.
The hundred-plus children had been divided into four orderly lines, standing neatly in formation.
At the far end of the plaza, four martial soul awakening formations had been set up.
Beside each formation stood a cold, black soul power testing stone.
Four fairly powerful soul masters from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect were responsible for presiding over them.
As the biggest beneficiary of connections within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Wen had naturally been assigned the very first position.
His gaze swept across the semicircular spectator stands surrounding the plaza.
In the most advantageous VIP seats, Ning Fengzhi and the two guardian Douluo, Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, sat together.
Ning Rongrong was seated beside them, looking somewhat out of place.
Ning Rongrong wore a pale-green dress.
Her delicate features were exquisitely pretty, and she looked as adorable as a porcelain doll.
The moment she noticed Ning Wen looking at her, she immediately turned her head away.
After spending the past few days around Ning Wen, Ning Rongrong had been thoroughly frustrated.
Not only that, but because of a trivial matter, her father had given her a harsh scolding.
The more she tried to endure it, the angrier she became.
The more she backed down, the more she felt she’d gotten the short end of the stick.
Yet there was nothing she could do about it.
She couldn’t exactly beat someone up for no reason simply because she’d heard his thoughts, could she?
If she couldn’t afford to provoke him, couldn’t she just avoid him?
So Ning Rongrong decided that what she couldn’t see couldn’t annoy her, and what she couldn’t hear couldn’t upset her.
The girl, who normally loved slacking off and playing around, had surprisingly begun cultivating all day long.
“What did I do to offend this little princess?” Ning Wen wondered, his face filled with confusion.
At that moment, the voice pack finally spoke again after several days of silence.
[That’s right, it’s the same trick again.
She’s trying to lure me in by pretending to ignore me, hoping to get me to lower my guard!] [She’s just waiting for me to develop the slightest bit of affection for her before revealing that arrogant, pampered nature of hers!] [Does she really think I’ll fall for the same trick twice?] Ning Wen looked at Ning Rongrong with a hint of sympathy and secretly clicked his tongue.
Good grief.
The voice pack had actually turned Ning Rongrong into some kind of villainous young lady.
Seriously, Ning Rongrong was far too pitiful!
She hadn’t done anything at all, yet the voice pack had painted her as an absolute menace.
When it came to Ning Fengzhi and the others, the voice pack was relatively restrained.
At most, it was a little overly dramatic.
But when it came to Ning Rongrong, the hostility was practically overflowing.
It was as though she’d cheated on him or something.
This was ridiculous!
Fortunately, Ning Rongrong couldn’t hear any of it.
Otherwise, she probably would’ve died of anger by now.
Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, and Gu Rong all wore strange expressions.
Over the past few days, they had also noticed that whenever Ning Wen’s attention fell upon Ning Rongrong, his inner voice became especially vicious.
Ning Rongrong felt as though she were about to be so furious that blood would shoot from all seven orifices.
She knew coming here today would be a bad idea.
Yet she had no choice but to come.
Soon, the martial soul awakening ceremony began.
Among the four lines, Ning Wen was the first to awaken his martial soul.
He stepped into the awakening formation.
The six awakening stones instantly released countless points of light.
The soul master responsible for guiding the ceremony spoke gently.
“Extend your right hand.” Ning Wen extended his right hand.
Soon, golden points of light floated out from the awakening formation like fireflies, one after another burrowing into Ning Wen’s body.
Ning Wen closed his eyes, feeling the warm energy circulate throughout his body.
The next instant, an incomparably dazzling blood-red light suddenly erupted, completely engulfing his entire body!
A fierce, pure, and terrifying killing intent surged outward like a raging tide.
“What terrifying killing intent!” In the VIP seats, Sword Douluo Chen Xin abruptly rose to his feet, his eyes fixed tightly on the center of the formation.
This killing intent was probably already comparable to his!
The heavens and earth underwent a sudden change.
The sky itself seemed to lose its color!
Above the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, half the sky was covered by fire clouds formed from dark-red killing intent.
Within the clouds, blood-red lightning surged and roared violently.
Strands of blood-colored lightning spiraled together, converging toward Ning Wen’s chest and tightly enveloping his entire body.
After only a few breaths, all the blood-red lightning vanished.
By then, Ning Wen had undergone a complete transformation.
A set of imposing armor dominated by purple, black, and gold appeared before everyone’s eyes.
Sharp, inverted spikes and horns rose from the top of the helmet.
An energy core covered in mysterious patterns was embedded in the center of the chest, while a dark-purple cloak billowed dramatically behind him despite the absence of wind.
The Asura Armor!
The embodiment of absolute judgment!
Ning Wen simply stood there without making a single move, yet the air around him seemed to freeze.
That suffocating pressure was like an invisible mountain ten thousand meters tall, weighing heavily upon everyone’s hearts and making even their breathing feel labored.
At the same time, in the God Realm.
Asura God Temple.
Upon the towering divine throne, a tall and imposing figure slowly opened his eyes.
A chilling light flashed within his pair of crimson eyes.
He was none other than one of the five God Kings of the God Realm—the Asura God.
He was the God of Slaughter, in charge of slaughter, judgment, and divine law.
Occupying such a lofty position, the endless passage of time had long since made him weary of the unchanging life of the God Realm.
He had wanted to pass down the Asura God position long ago, leave the God Realm on his own, and explore worlds beyond.
Not long ago, the Asura God had observed an extremely special existence on the Douluo Continent—Tang San.
Tang San not only possessed tremendous destiny but was also a direct descendant of Tang Chen, the previous inheritor of the Asura God position.
His father, Tang Hao, had passed through the Slaughter City and possessed the Death God Domain.
He was also one of the candidates for inheriting the Asura God position.
His lineage could hardly have been more suitable.
Unfortunately, the Asura God had still been one step too late.
During Tang Hao’s battle against Spirit Hall, the newborn Tang San had been caught in the aftermath and had already stopped breathing.
How could the Asura God possibly give up such an excellent opportunity?
Thus, he secretly switched things around, allowing an outside soul to replace Tang San while covertly helping Tang Hao escape.
Originally, the Asura God had already planned to nurture Tang San as his next inheritor.
Who could have expected that, just now, he would once again sense a trace of killing intent filled with an extremely powerful aura of judgment coming from the Douluo Continent?
He immediately turned his attention toward it.
His gaze pierced through layer upon layer of spatial barriers, allowing him to witness the scene of Ning Wen awakening the Asura Armor as his martial soul.
“Judgment and slaughter.
This child is destined to be connected to me!” A blazing light flashed through the Asura God’s eyes.
The Asura God position was already in charge of slaughter and judgment.
This was far beyond an ordinary connection of fate.
He had decided that this child was his!
As for the originally designated successor…
Who cared about him?!
He could go do whatever he wanted.
“Little one, let me give you a gift!” The moment he finished speaking, the Asura God’s arm rose.
A beam of blood-red light pierced through the barrier of the God Realm and shot toward the Douluo Continent.
End of Chapter