C-7 Twins Soul(Nano)

Ling Chen remained seated on the platform, his eyes still closed, his posture rigid in the final stages of soul awakening.

Around him, the elders of the Ling Family exchanged uneasy glances, their detection artifacts flickering erratically as they failed to measure the true level of his soul.

The energy radiating from him was undeniably potent—a rare, high-tier soul—but its exact grade eluded even the most senior elders.

 The Family Lord, seated atop his ornate throne, stroked his beard thoughtfully. His gaze shifted briefly to his daughter,

 Ling Mei, whose own "Phoenix Frost Soul" had once been the pride of the family. 

"This boy's soul… it feels comparable to hers," he mused, "but how? The energy is chaotic, unstable—like a storm trapped in human flesh."

A wry smile tugged at his lips as he dismissed his doubts. "No matter. Our family has already been blessed with two prodigies in this generation.

If even one of them ascends to the rank of Saint Ruler Martial Master, our legacy will surpass the Founder's era.

" The elders nodded in forced agreement, though their eyes betrayed their unease. The Ling Family's current strongest elder, a wizened man at the peak of the Heaven Saint Martial Master realm, coughed weakly into his sleeve. His time was running out, his cultivation stagnant for decades. "Let the boy be," the Family Lord declared, masking his apprehension with authority. "Chaos or not, power is power. And power… is what this family needs."

Ling Chen's consciousness plunged into the depths of his spiritual sea, a vast, ethereal realm where his martial soul should have resided. Instead,

 he found himself standing before an impossible sight—a colossal golden gate that stretched endlessly into the void, its surface shimmering with celestial light. The gate radiated an ancient,

overwhelming aura, and etched into its towering frame were words that defied mortal comprehension:

"I AM ALL THAT IS.

I AM ALL THAT IS NOT.

BEFORE TIME, I AM.

AFTER TIME, I AM.

IN DEATH, I AM.

IN LIFE, I AM."

The characters glowed with a primal force, their meaning searing into Ling Chen's mind as if written by the heavens themselves. Yet, strangely, he could read them effortlessly, their truths resonating in his soul.

 Confusion gripped him. Where was his martial soul? This gate—this monolith of cosmic declaration—was nothing like the ancestral teachings described.

 No elder had ever spoken of a golden gate replacing one's soul.

As Ling Chen pressed his palm against the golden gate, it swung inward silently, as though it had awaited his touch for millennia.

Stepping through, he froze—his breath stolen by the world unfolding before him. This was no ordinary corner of his spiritual sea. It was a realm unto itself, a tapestry of contradictions.

Towering ancient trees, their trunks wider than city walls, stood beside delicate Chinese-style pavilions with upturned eaves, their red-lacquered beams weathered by timeless winds.

 Fields of glowing herbs—some sapphire-blue, others pulsing like liquid gold—spread across rolling hills, their fragrances intoxicating.

 Primordial herbs… the kind even sect elders would kill for, he realized, though he couldn't name a single one.

His gaze drifted to a sprawling palace ahead, its architecture both familiar and alien, as if carved from starlight and memory. Inside, endless golden doors lined the halls, each precisely nine feet tall—a height meant for gods,

not mortals. The closest ones bore inscriptions in a language he somehow understood:

Alchemy Hall.

Smithing Skills Hall.

Cooking Hall.

Foundation Building Hall.

Formation Techniques Hall.

Ling Chen's pulse quickened. These aren't just rooms—they're archives of forgotten arts. 

He craned his neck to see the upper floors, where more doors glimmered faintly. Their labels were written in jagged, ancient scripts that seared his eyes when he tried to focus. 

What lies there? Divine techniques? Taboo secrets? A part of him burned to ascend, but the staircase dissolved into mist the moment he approached.

A soft laugh echoed through the hall—feminine, melodic, yet laced with imperious coldness. Ling Chen spun around, but the source was nowhere to be seen. 

Who…? Before he could dwell, the Alchemy Hall's door creaked open on its own, releasing a plume of fragrant smoke that smelled of lifetimes.

Ling Chen retreated from the golden doors, their secrets too vast to unravel. Instead,

he wandered deeper into the surreal expanse of his spiritual sea, drawn by a faint glimmer in the distance.

The fog thickened as he walked, coiling around his ankles like spectral serpents, until a monolithic structure loomed before him—a obsidian-black tower, its surface smooth and doorless, radiating a primal, almost predatory aura.

As he stepped inside, the void dissolved, revealing a cavernous hall bathed in an eerie, golden light.

 At its center stood a pedestal of shimmering alloy, four feet tall and one foot wide, holding aloft a sphere of swirling nanoparticles.

 The particles pulsed rhythmically, suspended mid-air by an invisible force, their metallic sheen shifting between gold and liquid mercury. Impossible… Ling Chen's breath hitched. These were no ordinary artifacts.

They were his creation—nanobots from his past life, engineered in a lab centuries ago.

Memories flooded his mind: blueprints, equations, the hum of machinery. He had designed these particles to repair cellular decay, but here, in this realm, they thrummed with a sentient energy.

As he reached out, the nanobots surged toward his fingertips, coalescing into a thread-like filament that wrapped around his wrist. A voice, mechanical yet hauntingly familiar, echoed in his skull:

"Host recognized. Adaptive protocol activated."

The particles flared, projecting holographic runes into the air—a fusion of ancient cultivation symbols and futuristic code. Ling Chen staggered back. Two souls… The dragon-fire hybrid and now this. In his world, dual awakenings were myths, whispered only in forbidden texts.

Yet here they were: one born of this realm's primal chaos, the other a relic of his past, defying the laws of life and death.

"Query:" the voice intoned, "Designation for this unit?"

Ling Chen's lips moved without thought. "...Eclipse."

The nanobots shuddered, their glow intensifying, as if the name had awakened something dormant. A notification seared into his vision:

**Soul Synergy Detected:

Primordial Dark Dragon-Fire Soul - Evolution: (Level ???)Nano Martial Arts Soul - Evolution: Proto-Stage**(Level ???)