Douluo Continent: The Twin Holy Dragons of Light and Darkness, the Dragon Emperor Breaks Through the

"Human, your name is Qian Gu Ling Feng?"

Ling Feng nodded.

"Yes."

The Destroyer Dragon laughed, a laugh that was both ferocious and relieved.

"I have waited here for 100,000 years, and finally I have found someone who can kill me."

Its body began to shatter, turning into countless purple specks of light that dissipated into the realm of destruction.

A purple spirit ring slowly rose, five hundred thousand years old, but Ling Feng could not absorb it because it was not a real spirit ring, but merely a phantom formed from the power of destruction.

Ling Feng sat down cross-legged, panting heavily.

He won after a 29-day battle.

He survived and walked out of the realm of destruction.

On the thirtieth day, the voice of the God of Destruction resounded in the Domain of Destruction.

"First test complete."

A purple light enveloped Ling Feng, and in a flash, he found himself back in the Hall of Worship in Wuhun City.

He was covered in wounds and his soul power was almost exhausted, but his eyes shone with an astonishing light.

Qian Daoliu looked at him, his cloudy old eyes filled with relief.

"You did it."

Ling Feng nodded.

"Ok.

First test, passed.

But he knew that eight more tests awaited him.

Each exam was more difficult than the last, but Ling Feng was not afraid.

Because he is the eternal Lingfeng, the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, and the successor of the God of Destruction.

He will see his path through to the end.

Wuhun City, Hall of Offerings.

Three days after the completion of the first of the Nine Trials of Destruction, Ling Feng's injuries had not yet fully healed when an emergency summons was issued from the Hall of Worship throughout the entire Martial Soul City.

Golden Crocodile Douluo arrived, and Thousand-Pound Douluo and Demon-Slaying Douluo walked into the hall side by side. The three retainers, Azure Phoenix, Lion, and Light Feather, took their seats.

Qian Daoliu sat high in the main seat, dressed in white, with snow-white hair and deep eyes.

Qian Xunji sat to his right, dressed in a white robe, her crown tassels swaying slightly in the candlelight.

Qian Gu Xiao Ye sat beside Qian Xun Ji, the Panlong Staff resting horizontally on his lap, his face expressionless.

Dugu Bo stood in the hall, the phantom of the Azure Dragon Emperor looming behind him, and dark green mist swirling around him.

Yue Guan pinched her fingers into a delicate gesture, a golden chrysanthemum spinning in her palm, her smile unchanged.

The ghost stood beside Yue Guan, shrouded in a black robe, its eyes beneath the mask as deep and unfathomable as a pool.

Ling Feng and Qian Renxue walked into the hall side by side.

Ling Feng was dressed in a black robe, with the Panlong Staff slung diagonally behind his back. His eight soul rings pulsated up and down, the eighth one being as black as ink, representing 500,000 years.

Qian Renxue was dressed in white, holding the Holy Sword in her hand. Her nine soul rings pulsed up and down, the ninth one being golden, representing three hundred thousand years.

The two stood in the center of the hall and paid their respects to the thousand-mile-long stream.

"Grandpa Qian."

Qian Daoliu nodded and raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet.

His gaze swept over everyone present, from Golden Crocodile Douluo to Yue Guan, from Qian Gu Xiao Ye to Ling Feng, from Qian Xun Ji to Qian Ren Xue.

Everyone present is a core member of the Spirit Hall, the culmination of the Spirit Hall's centuries of accumulation.

Qian Daoliu looked at them, a feeling he couldn't quite put into words welling up inside him.

"I have gathered you all here today to discuss an important matter." Qian Daoliu's voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears. "The Spirit Hall has been established for hundreds of years. From a small spirit master organization, it has developed into what it is today, with twelve titled Douluo, thousands of spirit saints, and tens of thousands of spirit masters."

Our influence spans the continent, and our power far surpasses that of the two great empires.

However, we have never had a legitimate identity.

He paused, his gaze falling on Qian Xunji.

"Xunji, you speak."

Qian Xunji stood up, walked to the center of the hall, and faced the crowd.

His crown tassels swayed gently in the candlelight, and his voice was steady and powerful.

"I propose that the Spirit Hall formally establish a nation and form the Spirit Empire."

The Holy Maiden Qian Renxue was appointed as the founding empress.

The hall was completely silent.

Everyone looked at Qian Xunji, Qian Renxue, and Qian Daoliu.

No one spoke, but everyone's eyes shone with light.

Golden Crocodile Douluo was the first to speak.

He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, his golden eyes looking at Qian Xunji.

"Nation-building?"

"The two great empires probably won't agree."

His voice was deep, like the low growl of a sleeping lion.

Qian Xunji looked at him calmly.

Whether they agree or not is not important.

The Spirit Hall's strength no longer requires their consent.

Golden Crocodile Douluo remained silent for a moment, then nodded.

"it is good.

I agree.

Qianjun Douluo and Jiangmo Douluo exchanged a glance and nodded simultaneously.

Qingluan Douluo put down his teacup and said slowly, "The establishment of the Spirit Hall is only a matter of time."

I agree as well.

The Lion Douluo sat cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed, but the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned.

"Agreed."

The Light Feather Douluo stood in the corner, holding a light crossbow in his hand, the bolt spinning between his fingers. He rarely spoke.

"Agreed."

Dugu Bo stroked his beard and smiled sinisterly.

"I have been a member of the Spirit Hall for many years and have watched it grow stronger step by step."

The establishment of the nation was a natural outcome.

I agree.

Yue Guan, with her delicate fingers, smiled and said, "Oh, good day, Jianguo!"

I've long disliked both of these great empires.

Agreed, agreed.

The ghost didn't speak, it just nodded.

Qian Gu Xiaoye stood up, walked to Qian Xunji's side, looked at his son Ling Feng, then at Qian Renxue, remained silent for a moment, and slowly said.

"The establishment of the Spirit Hall requires a monarch with prestige, ability, and courage."

Chapter 173 Announcement

"Saintess Qian Renxue, successor of the Angel God, a level 94 Title Douluo, with the martial soul of the Twelve-Winged Angel, and has refined all six pieces of Angel Divine Armor."

Her strength, her talent, and her prestige are enough to convince everyone.

Your subject agrees.

All eyes in the hall were on Qian Renxue.

Qian Renxue stood in the center of the hall, dressed in white, her long golden hair flowing like gold in the candlelight, holding the holy sword in her hand, her nine soul rings pulsating up and down.

Her gaze was calm, but her heart was racing.

She knew this day would come, but she didn't expect it to come so soon.

"Xue'er," Qian Daoliu's voice was very soft, "And what about you?"

Are you willing?

Qian Renxue raised her head and looked into her grandfather's cloudy and deep eyes.

She remembered herself when she was six years old, standing before the statue of an angel for the first time.

She was very young then and didn't understand anything. All she knew was that she had to become stronger and protect the Spirit Hall.

Twelve years later, she turned eighteen, a level ninety-four titled Douluo, and the successor of the Angel God.

She can finally protect the Spirit Hall.

"Grandpa, I'm willing." Qian Renxue's voice was soft, but firm.

Qian Daoliu looked at her, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"it is good."