The Martial Soul Ceremony was the day every disciple waited for — the day they would awaken their soul, a reflection of their destiny.
Disciples stepped into the crystal circle, and a soft golden light scanned their essence. One by one, lotus petals appeared above their heads, each petal signifying their martial soul type and potential.
Lin Yao's turn arrived. Heart hammering, he stepped forward. The golden light descended, but instead of forming a simple image, the light exploded into four planes at once — Real, Ethereal, Nether, and a fleeting glimpse of Chaos.
The disciples gasped.
"What… type of martial soul is this?" whispered another boy.
Lin Yao felt his soul tighten, as if something from another world had awoken. And then, slowly, a small dragon, forged of golden flames, coalesced above him. Its eyes glowed with ancient intelligence, far beyond what a mere Mortal Realm martial soul should possess.
"This… is not possible," Elder Bai said, his voice trembling. "This is a Primordial Martial Soul, a legacy thought lost for millennia…"
Lin Yao's destiny had officially begun.