Douluo: The Thousand-Faced Angel in the Dragon King

Chapter 1 Awakening the Martial Soul, the Beginning

"Next up, Le Xiaodong!"

On the altar where a colossal angel statue stood, an elderly man with white hair and beard stood atop it, eight spirit rings swirling around his body, and a holy angelic phantom appeared behind him with six pure white wings spread out.

As the old man chanted solemnly, a sacred and luminous energy, so intense it was visible to the naked eye, converged from all directions, rushing into the body of the six-year-old child before him.

Before long, the martial spirit, representing hope for the future, bloomed from his body.

In the surrounding stands, a six-year-old boy with delicate features, black hair and black eyes, dressed in white, and a blood-red cross around his neck rested his chin on his hand, watching the awakening ceremony on the stage with a bored expression.

Suddenly, a boy of about seven years old, with blond hair and golden eyes, and handsome appearance, but slightly less striking than the black-haired boy, darted to the black-haired boy's side.

He casually draped an arm over the shoulder of the black-haired boy and grinned as he asked.

"Ah Mo, it's almost your turn to awaken your martial soul. Are you nervous?"

Qian Mo crossed her arms, her delicate face expressionless, and said in a flat tone, "I can't decide what kind of martial soul I awaken; it's all up to fate. What's there to be nervous about?"

Upon hearing this, the blond boy said with a disappointed look, "You're no fun at all. I can't even amuse you."

"Alright, cousin, don't forget, no horseplay during the awakening ceremony!" Qianmo reminded him.

The blond boy's expression immediately hardened, and with a casual glance, he saw his own father, one of the elders in the front row, staring at him with a serious expression.

Instantly, the blond boy sat up straight, his expression solemn, his eyes fixed on the martial spirit awakening ceremony taking place on the altar.

Finally, all was quiet. Qianmo stared blankly ahead, his thoughts drifting back six years.

I've been here on Douluo Continent for six whole years now, without even realizing it!

That's right, Qian Mo is a time traveler. And this time travel directly to the era of Douluo Continent III, becoming a member of the Le family, the Holy Angel family, the leading family of the Southern Army. Moreover, judging by the years, he should be the same age as Tang Wulin!

She belongs to the same family as Yue Zhengyu, one of the Shrek Seven Devils in the original work, and Qian Mo's mother is also the older sister of Yue Zhengyu's father.

As for Qianmo's father, although his surname is Qian, he has no relation to Qian Renxue's family from 20,000 years ago; they just happen to share the same surname.

Therefore, in this life, Yue Zhengyu and Qian Mo are cousins.

Unfortunately, not long after Qianmo was born, his parents both died in a battle against an evil spirit master.

After arranging the funeral for Qianmo's parents, Le Zhengyu's father, Le Jing, chose to take Qianmo, his nephew, back to his home and raise him.

Therefore, Qianmo and Le Zhengyu grew up together and had a very good relationship. The blond boy who just talked to her was Le Zhengyu.

"Next, Qian Mo!"

The old man's voice on the altar resounded throughout the entire area through his soul power, pulling Qianmo, who was immersed in past memories, back to reality.

Le Zhengyu quickly nudged him from behind, urging, "I'm calling you! Hurry up, let your cousin take a good look at what kind of martial soul you've awakened!"

Qianmo stood up, straightened his clothes, took a deep breath, walked down from the stands, and headed towards the altar.

Le Lei, the elder of the Le family in charge of the Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony, looked Qian Mo up and down before gently saying, "Come, child, concentrate, I'm about to begin."

As Le Lei chanted softly, pure and holy energy traced dazzling patterns in the air, forming magnificent arrays.

Qian Mo was placed in the center of the magic array. A warm and tingling power surged into his limbs and bones, and then his body trembled slightly as if he had been electrocuted.

The next moment, countless silver light spots converged on Qianmo's face like rivers flowing into the sea, forming a silver mask.

Comical, dignified, calm, and many other expressions appear on the mask and then disappear; a person with a thousand faces finds perfect interpretation in this mask.

Did she not inherit her sister's Holy Angel Martial Soul? A hint of disappointment flashed in Le Jing's eyes as she watched from below the stage.

The Holy Angel Family is based on the Holy Angel Martial Soul, which has been passed down through generations. Most of the family's foundation is related to the Holy Angel Martial Soul. It is not good news for Qian Mo that he did not inherit the Holy Angel Martial Soul.

But in the next instant, a sudden change occurred, and a holy, phantom figure quietly appeared behind Qian Mo.

Le Jing's expression suddenly shifted from disappointment to excitement. Could it be that Qian Mo is...?

"Twin Martial Souls!" Le Zheng'en, the current head of the Le family, commander of the Southern Legion, grandfather of Le Zhengyu, and one of the ninety-nine level Limit Douluo of this era, said calmly while sitting in the center of the stands and surrounded by the Le family members.

What no one knew was that Qian Mo on the altar had a blank look in his eyes and was in an unusual state.

The altar before him vanished silently, replaced by a boundless expanse of pure sky.

Above the clouds in the sky stood a handsome male angel with long golden hair, holding a red cross, and twelve pure white wings that blotted out the sky. His eyes shone with a gentle yet firm light.

As the male angel's wings gently fluttered, an aura of supreme divinity, holiness, and purity drifted across the sky, inspiring awe in all who beheld it.

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The male angel turned around and looked down, his pure gaze seemingly piercing through countless dimensions and spaces, landing on Qian Mo.

"Oh?"

A soft murmur seemed to ring in Qian Mo's ear. A hint of curiosity flashed in the male angel's eyes. He raised his right hand and gently brushed it towards Qian Mo, as if to remove the mask and see Qian Mo's true face.

But the mask emitted a vast and majestic aura that hindered his movements, firmly "welding" itself to Qianmo's face.

The male angel's curiosity deepened, and a smile seemed to appear on his lips. He stopped what he was doing and gently pointed at Qian Mo.

"My name is Michael, may you forever be bathed in the glory of God."

Qianmo was startled. Michael! The most dazzling and famous archangel.

At the same time, the angelic phantom behind Qianmo was enveloped by two soaring holy and fiery energies. Six pure white wings unfurled behind the angelic phantom, stirring up wisps of golden flames that melted away the surrounding energy.

Six more pure white wings appeared in the golden flames, then disappeared again.

A red cross-shaped longsword is held in the angel's hand, displaying the angel's divine power.

"Uh..."

Qian Mo let out a groan, and the mask and angelic martial spirit turned into specks of light and dissipated. His eyes were dazed for a moment before returning to calm.

A hand was placed on Qianmo's shoulder, and a warm energy flowed into Qianmo's body, helping him relieve the fatigue after awakening his martial soul.

Qianmo looked up and saw that Le Lei had stopped, his face kind and gentle, saying, "Qianmo, right? Go and get some rest!"

"Ah, do we not need to test soul power?" Qian Mo asked in confusion, as he remembered that awakening a martial soul included this test.

Le Lei stroked his beard and laughed loudly, "Twin martial souls must mean innate full soul power, no need to test."

(End of this chapter)