"Next, Le Xiaodong!"
On the altar where a giant angel statue stood, an old man with white hair and beard stood upon it. Eight soul rings floated up and down around him, and a sacred angelic phantom with six white wings spread out appeared behind him.
As the old man chanted with a solemn expression, dense, visible sacred light energy converged from all directions, rushing into the six-year-old child in front of him.
Before long, a martial soul, representing future hope, bloomed from within him.
On the surrounding stands, a six-year-old boy with delicate features, black hair and eyes, dressed in white, and wearing a blood-red cross around his neck, propped his chin and watched the awakening ceremony on the stage with boredom.
Suddenly, a boy of about seven, with golden hair and eyes, handsome but slightly less so than the black-haired boy, dashed to the black-haired boy's side.
He casually draped an arm over the black-haired boy's shoulder, grinned, and asked,
"Amo, it's almost your turn to awaken your martial soul. Are you nervous?"
Qian Mo folded his arms, his delicate little face full of indifference, and said in a flat tone, "I can't decide what kind of martial soul I awaken. Everything is up to fate. What is there to be nervous about?"
Upon hearing this, the golden-haired boy said with a disappointed expression, "You kid, you're really no fun. I can't even tease you."
"Alright, Cousin, don't forget, no roughhousing during the awakening ceremony!" Qian Mo reminded.
The golden-haired boy's expression immediately became serious. He glanced casually and indeed saw his own father staring at him sternly among the elders of the clan in the front row.
Instantly, the golden-haired boy sat up straight, his expression solemn, his eyes fixed on the martial soul awakening ceremony taking place on the altar.
His ears finally quieted down. Qian Mo stared blankly ahead, his thoughts quietly drifting back six years.
Unknowingly, it had been six whole years since he transmigrated to the Douluo Continent!
That's right, Qian Mo was a transmigrator. And this transmigration took him directly to the time of Douluo Dalu 3, becoming a member of the Le family, the leading family of the Southern Army Corps and the Sacred Angel family. And counting the years, he should be the same age as Tang Wulin!
He belonged to the same family as Le Zhengyu, one of the Shrek Seven Monsters in the original work, and Qian Mo's mother was the elder sister of Le Zhengyu's father.
As for Qian Mo's father, although his surname was Qian, he had nothing to do with the Qian Renxue family from twenty thousand years ago; it just happened to be the same surname.
So in this life, Le Zhengyu and Qian Mo were cousins.
Unfortunately, not long after Qian Mo was born, his parents both passed away in a battle with evil soul masters.
After handling the funeral of Qian Mo's parents, Le Jing, Le Zhengyu's father, chose to take his nephew Qian Mo back to his home to raise him.
Therefore, Qian Mo and Le Zhengyu grew up together from a young age and had a very good relationship. The golden-haired boy who just spoke to him was Le Zhengyu.
"Next, Qian Mo!"
The old man's voice on the altar echoed throughout the venue through his soul power, pulling Qian Mo, who was immersed in past memories, back to reality.
Le Zhengyu quickly pushed him from behind, urging, "They called you! Hurry, let your cousin have a good look at what kind of martial soul you awaken!"
Qian Mo stood up, straightened his clothes, exhaled deeply, walked down the stands, and headed towards the altar.
Le Lei, the Le family elder responsible for the martial soul awakening ceremony, looked Qian Mo up and down after he stood in front of him, and said softly, "Come, child, calm your mind and spirit. I'm going to begin."
As Le Lei chanted in a low voice, pure and clean sacred energy outlined dazzling patterns in the air, forming magnificent formations.
Qian Mo stood in the center of the formation, and a warm, slightly tingling force surged into his limbs and bones. Immediately afterward, his body trembled slightly as if electrocuted.
The next moment, countless silver light spots converged on Qian Mo's face like rivers flowing into the sea, forming a silver mask.
Funny, majestic, calm, and countless other faces appeared and then disappeared on the mask. The concept of a thousand faces for one person was perfectly interpreted on this mask.
Didn't inherit his sister's Sacred Angel martial soul? A hint of disappointment appeared in Le Jing's eyes as he watched from below.
The Sacred Angel family was based on the Sacred Angel martial soul, passed down through generations. Most of the family's foundation was related to the Sacred Angel martial soul. Qian Mo not inheriting the Sacred Angel martial soul was not good news for himself.
But in the next instant, a sudden change occurred. A sacred phantom quietly appeared behind Qian Mo.
Le Jing's expression suddenly changed from disappointment to excitement. Could it be that Qian Mo was...
"Twin martial souls!" Le Zhengen, the current head of the Le family, commander of the Southern Army Corps, Le Zhengyu's grandfather, and one of the ninety-ninth level Limit Douluo of this era, said calmly, surrounded by the Le family members in the center of the stands.
But what everyone didn't know was that Qian Mo on the altar at this moment had vacant eyes and had entered an extraordinary state.
The altar and Le Lei in front of him silently disappeared, replaced by a vast and boundless pure sky.
Above the clouds in this sky stood a handsome male angel with golden long hair, holding a red cross, with twelve pure white wings behind him that covered the sky and sun, and eyes that emitted a gentle and firm light.
As the male angel's wings behind him gently flapped, supreme, sacred, and pure aura drifted through the sky with the wind, causing people to feel reverence involuntarily.
The male angel turned and looked back, his pure gaze seemingly piercing through countless dimensions and spaces, landing on Qian Mo.
"Oh?"
A low murmur seemed to sound in Qian Mo's ear. A hint of curiosity flashed in the male angel's eyes. He raised his right hand and gently brushed towards Qian Mo, as if to lift the mask and see Qian Mo's true face.
But the mask erupted with a vast and majestic aura, hindering his actions and firmly "welding" itself to Qian Mo's face.
The curiosity in the male angel's eyes grew even stronger. The corner of his mouth seemed to curl into a smile. He stopped his hand movements and gently pointed at Qian Mo.
"My name is Michael. May you forever bathe in the glory of the Lord."
Qian Mo was startled. Michael! That most dazzling and famous Archangel.
At the same time, the angelic phantom behind Qian Mo was enveloped by two surging energies of holiness and flame. Six pure white wings spread out behind the angelic phantom, stirring up golden flames that melted the surrounding energy.
Another six pure white wings appeared in the golden flames and then disappeared again.
A red cross longsword was held in the angel's hand, fully displaying the angel's divine power.
"Uh~~"
Qian Mo let out a groan. The mask and the angelic martial soul turned into specks of light and dissipated. His eyes were momentarily dazed before returning to calmness.
A hand was placed on Qian Mo's shoulder, and a warm energy surged into Qian Mo's body, helping him relieve the fatigue after awakening his martial soul.
Qian Mo looked up and saw Le Lei, after retracting his hand, looking kind and amiable, and said gently, "Qian Mo, right? Go down and rest well first!"
"Ah, don't I need to test my soul power?" Qian Mo asked in confusion. He remembered that this was part of the martial soul awakening.
Le Lei stroked his beard and laughed heartily, "Twin martial souls are definitely born with innate full soul power. No need to test."