Chapter 8: The Birth of a Supreme Genius and the Tremors Across the Continent
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A Hall Filled with Curiosity and Fear
Inside the grand halls of Spirit Hall, the atmosphere was thick with tension and excitement. Every single person present—from the lowest-ranking priest to the mighty Titled Douluos—felt a mixture of awe, disbelief, and fear toward the young boy standing before them.
Zhen Wuji.
A six-year-old child had just awakened a Dual Martial Spirit of unfathomable power, sending shockwaves through the continent.
The entire hall was silent. No one dared to speak first.
Yet, one question loomed in everyone's mind.
> "What exactly… are his Martial Spirits?"
For a moment, no one asked. The sheer intensity of his awakening phenomenon had overwhelmed them. But curiosity overpowered hesitation.
A grand elder took a step forward, his voice cautious yet reverent.
> "Holy Son Wuji, forgive our ignorance… But could you enlighten us about your Martial Spirits?"
Qian Xunji nodded, his usual arrogance replaced by genuine interest.
> "Yes… We saw their overwhelming aura. But none of us recognize them. Can you explain their nature?"
All eyes turned to Zhen Wuji.
The young boy stood tall, a small smirk playing on his lips.
His crystal-clear blue eyes shimmered under the hall's light. Even though he was only six, his demeanor was one of absolute confidence and superiority—as if the entire world was beneath his feet.
He extended his hand casually.
> "My first Martial Spirit… is the Thousand Demon Dagger."
A black dagger appeared in his grasp. Its blade emitted an eerie aura, constantly shifting between solid and intangible, as though it existed beyond space itself.
The moment it manifested, every Titled Douluo in the room felt an instinctive sense of dread.
Qian Daoliu, a Rank 99 Limit Douluo, narrowed his eyes.
> "That weapon… It's as if it can ignore all defenses…"
Another elder gulped, his voice shaky.
> "What… what are its abilities?"
Zhen Wuji tilted his head playfully, enjoying their expressions.
> "Simple. It can cut through anything—spirit power, space, matter. Even a Titled Douluo's strongest defense is useless if my blade touches them."
> "It also absorbs the souls of those I slay, strengthening itself. Every kill increases my power."
A chilling silence filled the hall.
Even Qian Xunji, who once disdained Zhen Wuji, felt his scalp go numb.
> "A dagger that grows stronger with every kill… that can cut through space itself?!"
Some elders couldn't even process it.
> "Is that even possible? That level of power… shouldn't exist at this stage!"
Zhen Wuji smirked. Of course, it shouldn't exist in their knowledge.
His dagger was beyond the logic of this world.
> "And my second Martial Spirit… is my Six Eyes."
The moment he said that, his blue eyes glowed even brighter, radiating an ethereal light.
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The Shock of the Six Eyes
> "Eyes? What kind of spirit is that?!"
Even Qian Daoliu, the most knowledgeable in Spirit Hall, had never heard of eye-based Martial Spirits.
Zhen Wuji chuckled.
> "My Six Eyes allow me to see everything. Energy, movement, weaknesses. Nothing escapes my sight."
He raised a finger.
> "It also lets me control the fundamental concept of space—Infinity."
He snapped his fingers.
A high-ranking elder tried to step forward but found himself completely unable to move forward—as if an invisible barrier separated him from Wuji.
> "W-what is this?! I can't get closer!"
Zhen Wuji's voice was calm.
> "Infinity. The closer you try to get, the slower you become. You'll never reach me."
Gasps filled the hall.
> "Not even a Titled Douluo can touch him?!"
Another elder asked,
> "Are there any weaknesses? Surely, there must be something!"
Zhen Wuji's smirk grew wider.
> "There's only one way to hurt me—if your attack can completely ignore space itself and bypass dimensions."
> "Unless you have such a power… you'll never harm me."
The realization struck them like a divine decree.
> "Not even a Rank 99 Limit Douluo could injure him unless they had the power to sever space itself?!"
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The Gathering of the Major Forces – Planning Zhen Wuji's Assassination
Meanwhile, across the continent, the news of Zhen Wuji's monstrous awakening spread like wildfire.
In the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi sat with a dark expression.
> "A six-year-old child with this level of power? We cannot let him mature."
Bone Douluo, beside him, spoke with a rare trace of fear in his voice.
> "If he reaches adulthood, not even the combined strength of all Titled Douluos in the world will be enough to suppress him."
Sword Douluo, silent until now, finally said,
> "We must consider the consequences. Spirit Hall already dominates the continent… If they have him as their Holy Son, no force will be able to challenge them."
Ning Fengzhi clenched his fists.
> "Then… should we form an alliance to eliminate him?"
At the same time, in the Clear Sky Sect, Tang Xiao and several elders were also gathered.
> "We already feared Spirit Hall's strength, but now… This boy is a monster beyond anything we've ever seen."
An elder spoke bitterly.
> "If we do nothing, in a few years, he will wipe out all resistance."
The same conversations happened in other powerful factions—the Star Luo Empire, Heaven Dou Empire, and even independent sects.
Everyone feared Zhen Wuji.
But they also understood something terrifying—they had no way to kill him.
One noble of the Heaven Dou Empire whispered,
> "What if we send an assassin?"
A Titled Douluo scoffed.
> "Are you a fool? How can we assassinate someone we can't even touch?"
The room fell silent.
> For the first time in history… The major forces of the continent were completely helpless against a single six-year-old child.
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