1 Awakening

Glorybound City is a small city located on the east coast of the Sun and Moon Federation. It is no different from other small cities in this world. There is no Chinese Mountain Water Curtain Cave nearby.

There was a smell of fried eggs from a house in the civilian area of City early in the morning. A small figure stood on a chair in the kitchen and carefully placed the cooked eggs on a plate.

Then he put the plate aside, jumped off the chair, kicked the chair in, picked up the plate and walked towards the living room.

This child is called Anping, an ordinary reincarnated person who has been in this world for six years.

Originally, he and the old man who adopted him were dependent on each other. Since the old man passed away half a year ago, he can only live alone.

The old man was a soul master when he was alive, but later he was injured and could no longer wander outside. He simply returned to his hometown in Glorybound City and started living in the house that he bought for his retirement.

Since he had no children or relatives, all his assets were left to Anping after his death. Not much but enough for daily expenses. Coupled with the care of neighbors, daily life is worry-free.

Anping quickly finished breakfast, washed the dishes, and went out.

Today is the annual Awakening Day, as the name suggests, it is the day when the martial spirit awakens. After all, Douluo Continent is a world where martial soul determine the future.

As Anping strolled, his mind raced with uncertainty about the martial spirit he might awaken. The prospect of twin martial spirits didn't appeal to him, given he wants abundant innate spirit power. He yearned for a martial spirit that harmonized seamlessly with his innate soul power, contemplating the possibilities as he continued his walk.

A long way away from Red Mountain Academy, you can see a steady stream of people, all leading their children towards Red Mountain Academy.

Upon reaching the bustling street that housed Red Mountain Academy, Anping noticed the lively crowd. He proceeded to the registration office, where he eagerly signed up. Afterwards, he patiently joined the orderly queue, eager to embark on this new chapter of his journey.

"Dad, what do you think my martial spirit will be?"

"It will definitely be something powerful."

"Mom, I must awaken a powerful martial spirit to protect you and dad in the future."

"Okay, okay, I'll rely on you to protect me from now on."

Similar conversations continued endlessly.

As time unfolded, minute by second, the awakening ceremony advanced. Parents escorted their children out, their expressions betraying a hint of disappointment as they gazed skyward, seemingly sighing inwardly.

It was apparent without inquiry that the martial spirit awakened lacked any innate spirit power. Anping, too, harbored concerns about his ability to unlock his own innate spirit power during the awakening process.

"Anping." A teacher in the college came out with a form and called out a name.

"Here." When his name was called, Anping calmed down his slightly uneasy mood and waved.

"Join me. Why navigate this significant day solo? Have your parents not accompanied you? What manner of irresponsibility is this?" The teacher, observing Anping's solitary presence, expressed slight bewilderment.

"I am orphan; I arrived here unaccompanied," Anping responded, dismissing any pity evident in the teacher's gaze. Without dwelling on it, he turned away and followed the teacher into the building.

Anping followed the teacher all the way to the awakening room and stopped on the fourth floor. The teacher turned around and left without saying anything. There were many people waiting outside.

"Hello, Master Spirit Master." Looking at the Spirit Master in front of him, Anping bowed and saluted.

Looking at the well-behaved and polite child in front of him, the spiritual master showed a gentle smile and gestured while saying, "What a polite child. Come on, stand in the middle."

Adhering to the given instructions, Anping positioned himself at the heart of the awakening room. As he stood in anticipation, the spiritual master directed, "Remain still and focus."

A luminous white light emanated from the spiritual master's hand, signaling the commencement of the awakening process.

As the white light was thrown up, lines in the awakening room lit up. The bright light converged towards where Anping was standing, and Anping began to feel uneasy in his heart.

An indescribable force surged into Anping's body from the soles of his feet, coursing through his limbs and bones. The sensation persisted he felt like week has passed but in reality it was just a minute, leaving him immersed in a mysterious contemplation with closed eyes.

As time gradually elapsed, Anping's body started emanating a subtle, nearly imperceptible light. It flickered several times before converging back into him. An Ping, now in a spiritually reflective state, raised his right hand, revealing a fleeting flash of light that materialized into an unassuming book.

The strange lines on the cover look like some kind of writing. It doesn't look shabby, but the weak energy it emits gives people a sense of vicissitudes of life.

As the book appeared, there was also a wave of energy emanating from Anping's body. The spirit master looked surprised. This was clearly a rare innate soul power. It was the first one he had encountered today.

Feeling his right hand sinking, Anping opened his eyes and saw a book appearing out of thin air in his hand. He showed a little inquiring look and whispered, "The sky of truth? So this is the martial spirit? It's quite magical."

"Yes, this is your martial spirit, a book. Is the sky of truth the name?" the spiritual master asked.

Anping thought about the wording and said, "That should be the case. When I saw it, these words came to my mind immediately."

"Alright, there are others waiting behind you. I've assessed your innate soul power level; it's at level six. While not the highest, it's certainly respectable. I'll provide you with the necessary paperwork. When the school term commences, you can enroll here," he conveyed, producing two forms as he spoke.

After asking for some simple information, he filled out one form and handed it to Anping to use as proof of school, and took back the other form and used it in the Spirit Pagoda for records.

Anping put away the form, thanked him and exited the awakening room. Although he still have many doubts about Martial Spirit, he has a feeling that something is recorded in the book.

Anping also knew that now was not the time to explore, so he buried everything in his heart and waited until he got home. He calmed down a bit and started walking out.

On the road, he kept passing people coming in and out. As time went by, Anping reached the entrance of the college and it was already the evening.

"Tang Wulin."

"I'm here."

Caught off guard by the exchange of questions and answers, Anping abruptly halted, turning his gaze in the direction of the sound. Approaching him were a set of parents escorting a charming little boy, who joyfully waved his hands in greeting.

Tang Wulin—surprisingly, the protagonist of the original narrative—shared the same academic year as Anping. With this realization, Anping resumed his stride, continuing on his path and eventually passing by.

Anping rubbed his growling stomach and no longer thought about the protagonist or not. Eating was more important.

Upon arriving home, Anping prepared a modest lunch for himself. Post-meal, he scarcely bothered to clean the bowl, driven by an eagerness to summon his martial spirit.

Rather than hastily unveiling the book, Anping took a moment to scrutinize the rune-like symbols adorning its cover. Despite never encountering such glyphs in his past life, their significance manifested in his mind—symbols of the sky of truth.

"It appears these runes might be a form of writing. Nothing's certain yet. Let's investigate if there's any content within, and if so, compare it to the rune records before drawing conclusions," he mused, contemplating as he gingerly attempted to open the book.

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Single Heroine Gu Yuena. If you like Tang Wulin, Tang San or Huo Yuhao than this novel is not for you.

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