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Michael looked at the floating object, then smiled faintly to himself. He could feel the depth within it — like an ocean hidden inside a droplet.

But the real shock came moments later.

The old man stepped forward and pressed the soul power stone to Michael's palm.

It flared instantly — no gradual glow, just a pure, blinding white light.

"Level 10… again?!" the old man gasped, staring between the two children. "Two children with full innate soul power, back to back?! And one of them even has a… useless Martial Spirit?!"

His gaze landed on Michael, eyes narrowing at the unassuming black book floating beside the boy.

Michael didn't say a word. He merely stood there, calm and unreadable, while the others whispered behind their hands.

Useless, they said.

But they didn't understand.

That simple, dusty book was in fact one of the rarest of all Martial Spirits — a Supreme-Level Martial Spirit never before seen in this world: The Book of Infinite Paths.

Just as its name suggested, it was a manifestation of infinite potential. Depending on the user's intent, the book could transform into countless forms — a fire grimoire capable of raining hellfire, a sword scripture, a spell tome, or even a forbidden destruction codex. Every path… was open.

But Michael didn't want any of those.

He had already decided.

"I'll make this the Grimoire of Alchemy," he thought, his eyes flashing with hidden depth. "I don't need to destroy… I'll create."

In that moment, the book began to shimmer.

Its cover changed — the dark leather gleamed with metallic sheen, and the silver runes rearranged themselves into elegant alchemical circles. The spine pulsed with new life as golden script emerged:

Alchemy Grimoire of Creation.

The room didn't notice the change — the book's true nature was hidden to all but Michael.

"Well, since your Martial Spirits have awakened, come with me," the old man said, gesturing firmly.

He began leading them through the halls toward the Pope's Palace — the very heart of Spirit Hall's power.

Michael, now known in this world as Mo Luochen, followed quietly, his hands behind his back, gaze calm but thoughtful.

"So… it seems I'm about to meet one of the infamous love-brain disasters of Spirit Hall," he mused dryly, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Bibi Dong… the so-called holy maiden turned Empress of Spirit Hall."

He had read all about her.

On the surface, she was hailed as the genius of Spirit Hall — a woman with unmatched cultivation talent and commanding presence. But underneath, she was a deeply scarred soul, twisted by betrayal, obsession, and something far darker…

"What a shame," he thought, shaking his head subtly. "Not even her Martial Spirit can resist the pull of that evil god."

Indeed, right now Bibi Dong was under the subtle influence of a higher, sinister force — the Evil God of Desire, whose presence had seeped into her Martial Spirit through years of corruption and resentment.

That god amplified the seed of love and obsession buried deep in her soul… turning her into a foolish love-brain, a puppet to desire cloaked in dignity.

"Don't worry, from now on I'll protect you," Xue said smugly, crossing her arms with a confident smirk.

Mo Luochen — or rather, Michael — rolled his eyes. "My Martial Spirit is better than yours."

"Hah! Better? Mine's a Divine Black Lion King! Your book is just… paper. One swipe of my claws and boom—gone!" she boasted, raising her tiny fist in mock triumph.

Michael gave her a sideways look and muttered, "We'll see."

The old man escorting them merely chuckled and waved off their banter. 

"I am Bishop Myres," Old man said smoothly as he approached from the grand hallway leading to the Pope's palace. "I've come to escort these two prodigies to Her Holiness."

He motioned for them to follow, his pace brisk but composed. They passed through a pair of massive, gold-inlaid doors that opened slowly before them, revealing the vast throne hall of the Pope's Palace.

This was the true throne of power — sacred, solemn, and guarded by titled Douluo Spirit Masters.

As they stepped inside, both children instinctively straightened their posture.

At the top of the hall sat a striking woman draped in ornate violet robes, her presence icy and divine. Her long light violet hair spilled down like a cascade of silk, and her sharp eyes surveyed them with an unreadable calm.

This was Bibi Dong, the Pope of Spirit Hall.

Flanking her were two powerful figures — on her right stood Chrysanthemum Douluo, delicate-looking yet incredibly dangerous, and on her left, the ominous Ghost Douluo, his body half-wrapped in a dark mist.

Michael's eyes flickered with recognition.

There she is — the Queen of the Church, the pawn of a god she doesn't even know controls her. Still as beautiful… and still as broken beneath that crown.

Huo Xue, oblivious to all that, whispered, "Whoa… she looks beautiful."

Michael nodded slightly but kept his face unreadable. 

"Why are they here?" Bibi Dong asked lazily, her voice cool and detached, eyes half-lidded as she rested her chin on one hand.

Bishop Myres stepped forward with a polite smile, bowing slightly. "Your Holiness, these two children are newly awakened spirit masters… both born with full innate soul power."

Bibi Dong's eyes opened slightly, interest flickering in her gaze. "Both?" she echoed. "Show me your Martial Spirits."

Without hesitation, Huo Xue and Mo Luochen stepped forward.

A majestic phantom of the Black Divine Lion King surged behind Huo Xue, its mane billowing with spiritual energy, red ruby eyes glowing like twin flames. Beside her, Michael calmly released his spirit — a seemingly simple, phantom-like book floated open in his hands, shimmering with arcane light.

Bibi Dong nodded with clear approval at Xue. "Hers looks good. A powerful beast spirit — rare and noble."

Then her gaze drifted to Michael, narrowing slightly. She studied the book spirit curiously, lips curling in mild confusion.

"And you… what is your spirit called?" she asked, brows faintly furrowed. "It looks… ordinary. Just a book. No matter how strange the aura, a book cannot bite, cannot claw, cannot command thunder. What can it do?"

Michael looked up calmly, meeting her gaze without flinching. His eyes held no fear — only quiet confidence.

"It's called the Book of Elements," he replied smoothly, giving her the name he'd prepared. "It allows elemental manipulation."

Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow slightly. That did explain the strange energy signature she had sensed. Still, it puzzled her. Something about the spirit felt… deeper. As if it wasn't revealing its true face.

"Elemental manipulation…" she echoed, resting back against her throne. "We'll see what it's truly capable of once you begin training."

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