"Next."
The old Spirit Master gestured, and Peter—now known as Chen Feng—stepped forward with calm determination. Placing his hand on the crystal, a golden glow erupted from it.
From the light emerged a set of golden shimmering threads, weaving and swirling around his body like threads of fate. The threads formed a majestic, invisible web of control that resonated with power.
The old man squinted at the formation, brows furrowing. "This… this spirit… it's not simple. Let me test your innate spirit power."
He placed a second crystal near Peter's palm. It lit up instantly—bright and unwavering.
"Full level ten," he whispered in awe. "Innate full soul power."
Peter felt a phrase burn into his mind as if branded there by fate. He looked up and declared, "Spirit Threads of Domination."
The Spirit Master exhaled deeply, as he looked at other four children 'Dont tell me..' he gulped imagining something he dare not to say.
"Next!"
Rize walked forward confidently, calm and graceful. As she placed her hand on the crystal, blood-red mist coiled upward. A tall, elegant humanoid woman manifested—a being with crimson eyes, fanged smile, regal robes, and a crown of roses dripping with dew and blood.
The old man stepped back instinctively. "This… this presence is powerful…"
Rize remained composed. "Her name… came to me. Blood Moon Empress."
"A humnoid-type spirit?" the master muttered. "That's dangerously rare… and incredibly powerful…"
Malaika was next.
The energy flared dark this time, a cold mist creeping along the floor. Her Martial Spirit resembled Rize's but was darker—obsidian-hued, with moon sigils and sharp elegance. A veil covered the woman's face, her aura that of shadowed royalty.
Malaika opened her eyes. "Black Moon Empress."
The old master rubbed his chin, visibly unnerved. "This group is… too extraordinary…"
Then came Gwen's turn. Calmly, she stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with a quiet fire. She placed her hand on the crystal — and the moment she did, a golden blaze erupted around her.
From within that golden radiance emerged another humanoid female Martial Spirit — tall, regal, and awe-inspiring. Her body radiated solar heat and divine authority. Clad in flowing robes of molten silk, a golden corona floated behind her head, casting light that made even the dark corners of the room tremble.
The old man blinked repeatedly as if unsure whether he was hallucinating.
Gwen opened her mouth and spoke with serene confidence:
"Imperial Sun Empress."
A hush fell again.
The Spirit Master took a single step back, hand over his chest. "Another Empress spirit?" he muttered. "Are you all chosen by the heavens themselves…?"
Now trembling slightly, the old man turned to the final child.
Max.
The pressure in the room grew heavier just from his presence.
"…You're the last," the old man said, his voice dry.
Max nodded wordlessly and stepped forward. The moment his palm touched the crystal—the lights flickered. The air temperature dropped. The very world seemed to pause.
From above him, reality itself seemed to tear open as his Martial Spirit formed.
A swirling sphere of absolute darkness hovered in the air, larger than anyone else's. It was coated in shadows that moved like living flames. From its core, four enormous wings unfurled, each veined with crackling violet lightning, pulsing with silent power.
Then — the true form began to emerge.
From the shadows burst forth the massive body of a dragon, but not just any dragon. It had three serpentine heads, each one different in presence, each emanating a distinct aura that could shake the very heavens.
A long, sinuous tail coiled beneath it, rippling with cosmic force, and at full height the beast dwarfed all the other Martial Spirits combined. It wasn't just a spirit — it was a sovereign.
Above each of the three dragon heads, a crown hovered, each crown gleaming with an otherworldly light, infused with the essence of a fundamental concept:
One was a purple-gold crown, its edges shimmering like a cracked hourglass. [Crown of Time] — a domain that ruled the past, present, and future.
The second was a ghostly white and black-flame crown, its edges flickering like dying embers. [Crown of Death] — a throne above the end of all life, feared by both mortals and gods.
The final crown was deep violet tinged with blue, its jewels shifting like stars in the void. [Crown of Space] — a domain that distorted distance, direction, and logic itself.
The sheer gravity of its existence made the room darken. Walls creaked. The crystal under Max's hand didn't just shatter — it crumbled into cosmic dust, vanishing entirely.
Everyone stood frozen.
Even Arlecchino blinked once, surprised.
The old master stumbled backward and dropped to one knee.
"By the gods…" he muttered. "A… triple-crowned Dragon Martial Spirit? Four-winged… with Domain-level resonance?! This child—this isn't even… he isn't normal."
A chilling voice echoed in Max's mind, and he spoke the name aloud, calm and sure: "Monarch of the Night Dragons."
The crystal dimmed. Silence fell.
The old master could only whisper, "...Monarch? Just who are these children?."
He looked to Arlecchino nervously. "You've brought me monsters in the guise of children."
Arlecchino nodded and then said, "Don't repeat this to anyone else." She added, "You may report it to Spirit Hall, since it was Lin Guangzhen of Spirit Hall who recommended us."
The old man nodded quickly, too intimidated by the presence of a Titled Douluo to object.
"Let me check my innate spirit power," Max said, as the old man handed him the testing orb. Max caught it—and the orb instantly flashed with a blinding light.
"What?!" the old man exclaimed again, stunned.
Max calmly spoke, "So… it's twenty."
He nodded as the result settled, resonating with the power of his Martial Spirit.
"Thanks for your guidance. We'll be leaving now," he said, glancing at the others.
The old man quickly nodded.
"You can come here anytime… think of this place as your second home," he said earnestly.
Max—now known as Mo Tian—nodded, and along with Arlecchino and others, he left the Spirit Hall branch.
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