Douluo: Unbeatable from Capturing a Goddess

Tianjing Square, a hive of activity.

Today is the liveliest day in all of Dajing City.

Youth at the pinnacle of Ninth Grade have gathered together, accompanied by their parents, to join the queue and participate in the awakening ceremony.

The Nine Bronze Columns stand erect at the end of the square, their ancient charm intact, emitting no light, and even covered with patina.

"Silence!"

Above the sky, a person flew, yelling down at those below.

The square immediately fell silent.

All the youths and parents stopped their conversations, becoming alert.

They looked up in awe, filled with envy.

Because today's Grand Xia Warriors held the highest status, and whether it was celebrities or some other famous individuals, none could compare to a warrior, let alone one who could fly, which certainly meant a Third-Grade rank, and nearly always a Spirit Martialist.

The only reason for this "almost" was that those stronger than Third Grade, without exception, all possessed the blessing of Ancient Spirits, with Luotian being the only exception, as a Mortal he stood shoulder to shoulder with Spirit Martialists, creating a miracle for ordinary people.

The Black-robed Third-Grade Strongman floating in the air had a stern face, an image of mercilessness, full of authority.

"Everyone must not be noisy, awaken in order, if your awakening fails, I do not want to see anyone lingering, do not waste time," he said.

"Understood!"

A chorus of responses came from the crowd.

The Black-robed Strongman snorted coldly.

"Silence!"

"There's no need to answer, don't make me repeat myself a second time," the Governor stated.

The entire Tianjing Square became as quiet as a grave, no one daring to retort.

The orderly awakening began.

When it was a youth's turn, he stepped forward, placing his palm against the Bronze Column.

He infused his power into it.

But after a long wait, the Bronze Columns showed no response, not even a flicker of light.

Panic showed on his face as he desperately channeled his inner power, but it was all in vain.

"Next," the stern voice commanded.

The anxious youth looked up at the sky, and hastily said,

"This Bronze Column is broken, definitely broken!"

"I've already reached the peak of Ninth Grade, how could I possibly not awaken an Ancient Spirit, it's impossible."

"Step down," the Black-robed Governor repeated.

The youth's face turned pale, his palms sweating.

"Impossible, if the Bronze Column isn't broken, why is there no response whatsoever to my level of cultivation, it's definitely impossible."

The youth found the psychological gap difficult to accept.

Becoming a Martial Artist actually meant little, reaching the peak of Ninth Grade at his age might be a lot stronger than ordinary civilians but it wasn't significant.

Only by awakening an Ancient Heroic Spirit could one truly become a person of stature in this society and have the opportunity to vie for higher ranks.

But all his dreams shattered at that moment.

"Do you not understand what I'm saying?"

The Black-robed Governor's body unfolded a layer of azure Domain, the sound of ocean waves faintly audible.

A force pushed the protesting youth away.

He didn't fall to the ground but staggered several steps.

He wanted to speak up unwillingly, but his eyes were filled with fear, and he dared not say a word.

The Black-robed Governor descended back to the ground, his gaze firm.

His voice reverberated under the enhancement of Spiritual Power, "Has it been so many years that people no longer understand the rules?"

"Cultivating to the peak of Ninth Grade can improve the probability of awakening, but the probability is not that high either."

"If you truly have the talent, then when you put all your spiritual power into it, an anomaly will appear."

"Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet, seven qualities, with violet being the ultimate, and also the highest grade of Ancient Heroic Spirit known so far."

"I've explained the rules now, I hope there won't be any more idiotic challenges like that, otherwise I won't be so polite as I am now."

The scene once again fell silent, all awakeners proceeding in an orderly fashion.

Some of the youths with a little background and their parents whispered to each other in soft murmurs.

"He's so fierce."

"How come the person in charge of awakening this time is so fierce?"

"Fierce? You call this fierce?"

"This is a Third-Grade Strongman, what's his status compared to ours, isn't a bit of a temper reasonable? Very reasonable."

"Normally, the person in charge of awakening is at most Fifth Rank, why has it suddenly changed to a Third-Grade Martial Artist this year?"

"Yes, I'm also wondering, given the identity and status of a Third-Grade Martial Artist, he definitely shouldn't be dealing with such trivial matters."

Everyone pondered this for a long time, unable to fathom why this year was so different.

"Buzz!"

It took a good while, but one of the nine edge Bronze Pillars began to emit a faint orange glow.

Instantly, it caught everyone's attention.

"Someone has succeeded in awakening?"

"Quick, look over there!"

Standing in front of the Bronze Column and becoming the focal point was a little fatty with a high nose bridge.

Little Fatty's eyelids were closed without anyone noticing when.

Behind him, a shadow began to condense, echoing the column's orange light.

Finally, it took the form of a soldier in armor, with an ordinary face, lifeless eyes, and a battle saber in hand.

The Black-robed Governor flashed before him.

"Awaken!"

Little Fatty came to an instant revival, already sensing the changes in his body and the sudden surge of power; he was overjoyed in a moment.

"I've done it!"

"Hahaha," he laughed.

"I've actually done it."

Little Fatty was crying out, his eyes moistening because his family was poor and he came from a humble background.

They didn't have enough resources for Little Fatty's cultivation.

At first, he had decided to give up the path of cultivation, but when his father knew of his talent, he was silent all night.