Douluo Continent: Twin Souls of the Underworld, Holding the Power of Life and Death

Qian Daoliu's voice echoed around the outer edge of the Star Dou Great Forest.

He pressed down on Qian Anci's shoulder, his gray robe fluttering, and his gaze swept over the six elders present.

"Since you are all here today, I have something to announce."

The six worshippers all became solemn.

"Upon returning to Wuhun City, I will formally confer upon Qian Anci the title of Holy Son of the Wuhun Hall."

Golden Crocodile Douluo was the first to react, grinning and saying, "Grand Elder is wise! Young Master has broken through four levels in three days, and his second spirit ring is ten thousand years old. With such talent, he truly deserves the title of Holy Son!"

The other worshippers nodded in agreement.

Qian Renxue stood to the side, her golden eyes fixed on Qian Anci, and the corners of her lips unconsciously turned up.

But then, as if remembering something, she gave a soft hum and turned her face away.

But she couldn't suppress the slight upturn of her lips.

Qian Anci bowed with his eyes lowered.

"Grandson will certainly live up to Grandpa's expectations."

He knew it was just a verbal promise.

The official investiture would only be finalized upon their return to Wuhun City, witnessed by the Pope and a host of bishops.

……

The carriage sped along the official road, heading towards Wuhun City.

Qian Anci and Qian Renxue rode in the same carriage.

Inside the car, Qian Renxue sat by the window, her golden eyes gazing at the rapidly receding scenery outside, and suddenly spoke.

"Feed".

"Um?"

"Next time..." she paused, her voice lowering, "Next time you dare to do something so dangerous again..."

Qian Anci turned to look at her.

Qian Renxue didn't turn around, but the tips of her ears turned red again.

"...I'll tell Grandpa that you're bullying me."

Qian Anci was stunned for a moment, then chuckled softly.

"What are you laughing at!" Qian Renxue turned her head sharply, glaring at him with her golden eyes.

"It's nothing." Qian Anci's smile faded, but her eyes still held warmth. "It's just that I suddenly realized, having a stubborn older sister..."

"That's fine too."

Qian Renxue was stunned.

"Go to hell!"

Immediately, a cushion slammed into his face.

The carriage rose in dust and disappeared at the end of the road.

……

Three days later, in Wuhun City.

The seventy-two bell towers rang out their long, resonant chimes, enveloping the entire holy city in solemnity.

Inside the Papal Palace, Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back on the high platform, his gray robe fluttering even without wind. Six diviners stood on either side, while cardinals stood solemnly in the center of the hall, and all the elders of the various chapels were present.

Today is the official investiture ceremony of the Son of God.

Qian Anci stepped into the palace gate.

His pristine white robe was spotless, and his six-year-old figure cast a long, slender shadow in the morning light.

He raised his eyes and scanned the hall, taking in every face.

Qianxun sat swiftly on the Pope's throne.

Clad in the robes of a platinum pope, his face was handsome, and his soul power was as deep and restrained as an abyss.

At over forty years old, he was at the peak of his life, exuding an air of composure as if he were in charge of the world.

Those golden eyes fell on Qian Anci, scrutinizing her as well as undisguised admiration.

Then, Qian Anci saw the purple shadow in the corner of the palace.

Bibi Dong.

She wore a purple dress and a silver hairpin, without a crown. She was as still as a stagnant pool, her gaze lowered, as if everything in the hall was irrelevant to her.

However, the moment his gaze swept over Bibi Dong, Qian Anci frowned slightly.

That woman possessed an aura completely opposite to that of the Angelic Martial Soul.

The opposite of the sacred, the ultimate evil.

Qian Anci remained outwardly calm, but he had already made his judgment.

Rakshasa God Test.

At this point in time, Bibi Dong had already begun to receive the inheritance of the Rakshasa God.

Although, it came faster than expected.

After all, her martial spirit was naturally suited to the Rakshasa God position.

Given her talent and her hatred for Qian Xunji and the Spirit Hall, it was only a matter of time before she was chosen by the Rakshasa Divine Sense.

The waters of the Spirit Hall are indeed deeper than those of the Star Dou Great Forest.

Angels, demons, and the authority of the underworld that resides within him.

Three forces related to God reside in one great temple.

But so what?

Death does not submit to any god's throne.

Qian Anci stepped forward.

Qian Daoliu raised his hand, and a token descended from the sky, landing steadily in Qian Anci's palm.

The token features a six-winged angel totem on the front and the character "圣" (holy) on the back.

The decree of the Holy Son.

"The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, Qian Anci."

Qian Daoliu's voice echoed in the main hall.

"From this day forward, you shall attend the Elders' Council, enjoy the core resources of the Spirit Hall, and assume the position of Judgment Inspector. Your presence before the Holy Son shall be as if you were before me."

The hall was silent.

Immediately, the six worshippers knelt down on one knee.

"Greetings, Your Highness!"

The cardinals and the elders of the chapel all knelt down.

"Greetings, Your Highness!"

Qian Xunji sat in the main seat, looking at Qian Anci with a satisfied smile on his lips and nodding slightly.

Qian Anci raised his right hand, and the Grim Reaper's Scythe condensed in his palm.

Amidst the swirling gray-white death aura, two soul rings slowly rose from beneath his feet.

Purple, black.

An uproar erupted inside the hall.

The cardinals' expressions changed drastically, and the elders of the branch chapels looked at each other in horror.

A clear ripple finally appeared in Bibi Dong's eyes.

Her gaze fell on Qian Anci, lingering on the black spirit ring for a long time.

Qianxunji's pupils contracted slightly, then his smile deepened.

"The second ring of the Ten Thousand Years." His voice was clear and bright. "An Ci, you are even more amazing than Bibi Dong was back then. The Spirit Hall has a worthy successor, and I am very pleased."

Qian Anci bowed with his eyes lowered, taking in everyone's reactions.

He didn't pay much attention to Qian Xunji's attitude.

In any case, judging from the current plot development, it won't be long before he goes out to hunt down Tang Hao and Ah Yin.

He was then severely injured and returned to the Spirit Hall, where he was killed by Bibi Dong, ultimately suffering the fate of having his soul devoured.

……

After the ceremony, Qian Anci was led into a side hall.

Azure Phoenix Douluo stood by the door and handed over a jade slip.

"Your Highness, this is the order from the Judgment Inspector."

Qingluan Douluo paused for a moment, then continued.

"The Judgment Inspector is only subject to the Judgment Elder and is responsible for eliminating all forces hostile to the Spirit Hall and eradicating evil spirit masters."

However, the High Priest has decreed that His Highness, holding the Holy Son's Decree, can bypass the Judgment Elders and directly mobilize the Inspectors.

Qian Anci took the jade slip and glanced at it.

It was discovered that twelve people on the list were specially marked.

The information provided was brief: name, soul power level, martial soul, and each person's area of ​​expertise.

Qian Anci's gaze swept over these names one by one.

The highest level is 87 in soul power, and his martial soul is Dark Raven.

The lowest level is level 63 in soul power, and his martial soul is Ghost Vine.

The remaining ten individuals were all at a cultivation level between Soul Saint and Soul Douluo.

All twelve people were at level sixty or lower.

Moreover, these people all share a common characteristic in their martial souls: they possess a dark attribute or are related to death.

Qian Anci looked at the list and remained silent for a moment.

He finally understood.

These people were clearly carefully selected by Qian Daoliu.

The Hall of Judgments only obeys the Judgment Elders; that's the official rule.

However, as the Holy Son, he can bypass the elders of the Judgment and directly mobilize these people by wielding the Holy Son's Decree. What this means is self-evident.

These twelve people were the team that Qian Daoliu had prepared for him.

A six-year-old saint, with only a title but no real power, must have a few pairs of shady gloves on his hands...

Qian Daoliu was telling him that he had been given the title and the foundation. Whether he could hold onto it was up to his own ability.

Qian Anci put away the jade slip, his expression calm.

"Thank you for relaying the message, Azure Phoenix."

Qingluan Douluo nodded slightly, then turned and left.

The palace gates were closed.

Qian Anci walked to the window and looked down at the entire Wuhun City.

The holy city was magnificent in the morning light, and the echoes of its seventy-two bell towers still resonated.

He looked down at the Holy Son's Token in his palm, then touched the jade slip in his bosom.

Twelve people.

The lowest level is Soul Emperor, and the highest is Soul Douluo. Martial Souls possess the attributes of darkness and death.

The starting point that Qian Daoliu chose for him was much better than he had expected.

"Since Grandpa values ​​me so much, it seems I should make some preparations in advance. At the very least, I can't let the Spirit Hall be destroyed by Bibi Dong!"