Mythical Luo, starting with the fox spirit

Yang Ping'an stepped out of the spatial wormhole and immediately dissipated the enhancements of the sixteen soul skills.

The terrifying power vanished from Yang Ping'an's body, leaving him with a feeling of uneasy weakness. However, his internal magical power was abundant, and the weakness was merely an illusion. He suppressed his discomfort.

"Knock knock. Ping An, are you alright?" Yang Wudi knocked on Yang Ping An's door, concerned, as he noticed that Yang Ping An hadn't turned on the light.

Yang Ping'an lit the lights in the room and went forward to open the door for Yang Wudi.

"I'm fine, don't worry." Yang Ping'an stretched out his arm to show Yang Wudi that he was not hurt.

Yang Wudi looked Yang Ping'an up and down, his clean clothes putting his worries at ease.

"I wonder what happened outside the city to cause such a terrifying commotion," Yang Wudi remarked, having already arranged for his family members to investigate.

"Even a Title Douluo couldn't cause such a deafening scene. That white light was visible even from inside the house; I thought it was dawn. I hope it doesn't affect our area."

Yang Ping'an noticed that he looked somewhat embarrassed.

"That was me testing my soul skill," Yang Ping'an said in a guilty voice.

As Yang Ping'an spoke, he released his martial spirit, and nine bright red soul rings pulsed rhythmically on the Soul-Breaking Spear.

"One, two, three, four, ... seven, eight, nine, nine soul rings!" Yang Wudi stared dumbfounded at the soul rings on Yang Ping'an's body. He didn't even notice the changes in Yang Ping'an's Soul-Breaking Spear.

"Ping An, what's going on? You didn't do anything wrong, did you?" Yang Wudi asked incredulously, worried that Yang Ping An was heading down the path of an evil soul master.

"Am I that kind of person?" Yang Ping'an was speechless. Couldn't they think of things in a positive light?

"Grandpa, do you know about the existence of gods? You can think of me as having received the inheritance of a god. He thinks highly of me and wants me to become a god as soon as possible and inherit his divine position." Yang Ping'an carefully explained the reason for his obtaining this soul ring configuration.

"So all of your spirit rings are blessings from a god? What kind of god is it?" Yang Wudi asked excitedly, looking at Yang Ping'an's extravagant spirit ring configuration.

"Hmm, we can call him the Primordial Spirit." Yang Ping'an pondered for a moment and named the deity he had created after a cultivation realm, which could also be seen as a way of expressing his expectations for the next major realm.

"Primordial Spirit, this deity is truly generous! The Spirit Hall has worshipped the Angel God for so long, yet we've never heard of them receiving the Angel God's blessing." Yang Wudi compared the Angel God and the Primordial Spirit, marveling at the Primordial Spirit's power and generosity.

"The Primordial Spirit is indeed a powerful deity. But just because you haven't heard of it doesn't mean it doesn't exist." Yang Ping'an didn't hold back in praising himself, and he used the name of the Primordial Spirit to give his grandfather a spoiler.

"The Qian family's inherited martial soul is the Angel, which is the offspring left on the continent by the Angel God. Each generation of Angel Douluo will undergo the Angel God's test and receive different rewards."

"In the ocean far from the mainland, there is an island dedicated to the sea god. People born on the island can pass the sea god's test and receive a reward."

"There's also the City of Slaughter, the territory of the God of Asura. Every Soul Master who obtains the Slaughter Domain through the Hell Road is a test subject for the inheritance of the God of Asura. This City of Slaughter also hides the inheritance of the God of Rakshasa."

"In addition, there are also the lands of the gods of fire, ice, war, speed, and phoenix on the main road."

"This is truly eye-opening. There are so many gods on the continent." Yang Wudi felt a bit like he was in a dream. Having lived for over sixty years, this was the first time he had learned that gods truly existed on the continent.

"Ping An, how did your spirit rings become all 100,000 years old?"

Yang Ping'an just smiled and zoomed in on the first spirit ring so that Yang Wudi could see it clearly.

Yang Wudi didn't notice anything different at first, but then his eyes widened. He remembered that Yang Ping'an's first soul ring was a yellow hundred-year soul ring, but it had turned into a blood-red soul ring of 100,000 years.

"Ping An, is this still your original spirit ring?" Yang Wudi asked, his breathing rapid as he looked at Yang Ping An with excitement.

"That's right, this is the spirit ring of that Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear. I passed the test of the Primordial Spirit and obtained an increase in the age of the spirit ring, raising it to 990,000 years." Yang Ping'an stopped keeping him in suspense. He found the title of Primordial Spirit increasingly useful, as he could attribute anything that couldn't be explained to this Primordial Spirit.

"Moreover, I am now the sole inheritor of the primordial spirit, and also its most satisfactory inheritor. I can bestow divine trials upon others on behalf of the primordial spirit, but I cannot control the content of the trials, and there may be dangers involved," Yang Ping'an continued to fabricate his story.

In Yang Ping'an's view, as long as it can be done, and no one can expose it, then it is a fact.

"Grandpa, do you want to take the test of the gods?" Yang Ping'an asked solemnly.

"Ahem, is it too hasty to accept the test of the gods right here?" Yang Wudi dared not question the primordial spirit, so he could only express his doubts to Yang Ping'an and question his professionalism.

Yang Ping'an smiled and extended his left hand, pointing to his brow. A golden lotus mark with twenty-four petals appeared on Yang Ping'an's forehead. The exquisite and luxurious lotus mark made Yang Ping'an look even more noble.

The moment Jinlian appeared, she caught Yang Wudi's attention, making it impossible for him to look away.

Yang Ping'an didn't give Yang Wudi time to react and directly pulled Yang Wudi into the space constructed by his divine sense.

The majestic temple stands in the center of the dazzling starry sky. Standing in the square in front of the temple, no matter which direction you look, you can only see the boundless starry sky.

Yang Wudi stood before a magnificent, sacred palace, gazing in awe at this mysterious space.

With a sound of doors opening, the temple opened its massive doors, carved with intricate and ornate patterns, for Yang Wudi.

Yang Wudi took a deep breath and solemnly entered the temple. Inside, twelve towering pillars supported the magnificent palace. The white marble walls and floor were painted with scenes of primitive agriculture, smelting and forging, and the gradual triumph of human civilization over soul beasts, ultimately leading to its dominance of the world. There were also depictions of flying iron armor, iron rods, and uneven, spherical objects—scenes Yang Wudi couldn't discern.

At the deepest part of the temple stands a tall and majestic statue of a deity. The face of the statue is that of Yang Ping'an in the fox demon world. The deity holds a huge lotus platform in his right hand, and his immense divine power envelops the entire temple.

Under immense pressure from the divine might, Yang Wudi moved step by step to the bottom of the steps in front of the statue, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Yang Wudi gritted his teeth and persevered, bowing respectfully to the statue of Yang Ping'an, awaiting the divine response.

Yang Ping'an attached his divine sense to the statue, controlling the golden lotus to cast a lotus phantom image, which was imprinted on Yang Wudi's brow.

Outside, Yang Ping'an also controlled the Golden Lotus to cast a wisp of power, imprinting a golden lotus between Yang Wudi's eyebrows as a mark.

Yang Ping'an set up this obstacle to deter those who wanted to gain without effort. He didn't have the time to babysit others and reward them.