Douluo Continent: A hundred years pass in an instant, the fleeting scenery of the world is like morn

The Martial Soul Temple stood at the end of the street. As soon as Qian Xingning approached, she saw the huge angel statue with its wings spread and its expression solemn.

As the sunlight fell, it refracted into tiny dappled patterns on the pristine white surface of the statue, making the entire building appear incredibly sacred.

It's been a long time... I haven't seen an angel statue in ages.

A moment later, Qian Xingning withdrew her gaze and walked into the Martial Soul Temple.

Just then, a person came out from inside.

When Qian Xingning saw who it was, she stopped in her tracks.

That's a woman.

No, I should say—she was a woman whose beauty seemed unreal.

Her long, golden hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall; her skin was as white as snow, and her appearance was exquisite.

Qian Xingning looked at her, her pupils contracting slightly.

But not because she's beautiful.

Instead, he sensed a familiar aura emanating from her—a six-winged angel.

Like him, a descendant of the angel race.

The moment he frowned, the blonde woman stopped in her tracks.

She turned her head and stared quietly at Qian Xingning.

Why was this person staring at her the whole time?

Strangely, there was no emotion in those eyes; they were simply staring at her.

But soon, the blonde woman looked away and continued walking forward.

Qian Xingning stood there, watching her retreating figure.

That girl... the owner of a six-winged angel, the most orthodox direct descendant of the Spirit Hall.

Strangely, she didn't have any tokens or accessories related to the Spirit Hall on her, and the guards didn't seem to recognize her either.

It seems they are carrying out a mission while concealing their identity.

Qian Xingning only slowly withdrew her gaze after the figure disappeared around the corner of the street.

Chen Jingheng stood behind him, not daring to breathe loudly the entire time.

The moment the woman appeared, he felt an inexplicable pressure.

"Lord Xingning..." Chen Jingheng began cautiously, "That person..."

Qian Xingning did not answer, but instead stepped into the open gate of the Martial Soul Temple.

Chen Jingheng opened his mouth, then swallowed the rest of his words and quickly followed.

……

The inner chamber of the Martial Soul Temple.

A person was sitting behind a huge mahogany table.

The Platinum Bishop of this place, Salas.

He looked to be in his fifties, leaning back in a high-backed chair, holding a cup of black tea in his hand, which was steaming.

When the guard came in to report, he didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Two teenagers?" Salas blew on his tea, took a sip, and asked casually, "They said it was something important?"

"Yes, Your Excellency," the guard said cautiously, bowing. "The older one insists that you see him in person."

Upon hearing this, Salas gave a soft chuckle.

Important business? Two greenhorns, running to the Spirit Hall saying they have something important to discuss?

Most likely, they've awakened some decent martial soul and are looking for a future, or they're just looking for trouble and trying to get noticed.

He walked to the mirror, straightened his collar, and made sure his appearance was impeccable before turning and walking towards the door.

"Heh, let's go take a look."

"If they make fun of me, they will pay the price."

……

Reception room.

Salas glanced contemptuously at the two beggars in front of him.

The one in front had messy hair and was covered in dust, which was one thing.

The one behind was in an even worse state; not only was he covered in dust and dirt, but his clothes looked like they had been salvaged from some battlefield.

Upon seeing this scene, Salas's smile froze almost imperceptibly.

That's it?

His disdain deepened.

But since he was already there, he decided to listen, so he sat down in the main seat, picked up the tea that the servant had just brewed, and slowly blew on it.

"The guards said you have important business with me? What is it?"

Qian Xingning found a place to sit down, stared blankly at Salas's impeccable smile for a moment, and then reached into her clothes.

Seriously, are all the new high-ranking officials of the Spirit Hall like this?

The next second, a golden token appeared in Qian Xingning's hand.

The front of the token is engraved with a six-winged angel.

Qianxing Ning casually tossed the token forward, and it landed precisely in Salas's hand.

Do you recognize this?

Salas took the token, and when his disdainful gaze fell on it, his hand holding the teacup paused.

His eyes were fixed on the six-winged angel image on the token, his pupils dilating little by little, and the color draining from his face.

"boom--"

The sound of porcelain shattering was particularly jarring in the quiet reception room.

"This...this is..."

Salas immediately knelt down, holding the token in both hands, completely dumbfounded.

"Your subordinate... Salas..."

"Greetings, Your Highness."

"Your Highness was unaware of your arrival and has failed to greet you properly..."

But he couldn't continue speaking; he collapsed to the ground, trembling all over.

Chen Jingheng was stunned by what he saw.

No? What exactly is Lord Xingning's identity?

You have to understand, that's the Platinum Bishop of the Spirit Temple...

Even the emperors of the two great empires had to show him great respect, and he actually knelt down before Lord Xingning, and was so terrified.

But if Salas knew what Chen Jingheng truly desired, he would surely find this man's ignorance terrifying.

It should be noted that there are generally three types of high-level tokens within the Spirit Hall. One of them is the Papal Token, which can only be granted by His Holiness the Pope, and seeing the token is equivalent to seeing the Pope.

Furthermore, there are the Elder's Token and the Offering Token, which can only be possessed by the Offering or Elder of the Spirit Hall.

But what did Qian Xingning take out? An Angel's Token!

These tokens are unique and can only be possessed by the eldest sons or daughters of the Spirit Hall throughout history. Each one is recorded within the hall.

When the young master succeeds to the papacy, he will return the angel's decree, which will be permanently sealed in the library for archiving.

That's the scary part! The Spirit Hall still has two Angel Tokens that haven't been returned to their rightful place.

One piece is in the hands of the current young master.

The other one belongs to that person from the past...

But he lived more than two hundred years ago... This... This...

How is he still alive? If he's still alive, just how terrifying must his strength be?

Qian Xingning slowly sipped her tea, looking down at Salas, who was kneeling beside her, sweating profusely.

It's truly rotten. When Salas first came in, he acted like he was going to teach him a lesson.

Now, just seeing the token has caused their attitude to completely change.

I wonder who the Pope of the Spirit Hall is now, that he doesn't even test the character of his subordinates.

My father and grandfather are really something. Now that they've retired, do they just abandon everything?

After a while, Qian Xingning bent down and gently took the token back from Salas's hand.

Get up.

"I'm here today because I need your help."

Upon hearing this, Salas finally raised his head, his lips trembling as he said, "Your...Your Highness, please give your orders."