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

Chapter 174 Strong Support

Qian Xunji's hand holding the pen was very steady, but he would pause for a moment after writing each character, deliberating carefully.

The content of the announcement was finalized last night.

But when he actually put pen to paper, Qian Xunji still felt his heart surging with emotion.

The Spirit Hall has been established for hundreds of years, and since his great-great-grandfather's generation, there have been proposals to establish a nation.

However, at that time, the Spirit Hall was not strong enough, and the two great empires were eyeing it covetously, so the time was not right.

Later, when his father succeeded to the throne, some people suggested that they wait a little longer. His father said that they should wait a little longer.

Later, when he ascended the throne, some people still suggested that he wait a little longer.

We waited and waited, for over a hundred years, and finally today has come.

Finally, the Spirit Hall is about to establish a nation.

Qian Daoliu sat motionless beneath the angel statue, his eyes closed and his hands resting on his knees.

He had been sitting there all night, the candlelight illuminating his full head of white hair and the deep wrinkles on his face.

What was he thinking about?

Nobody knows.

But Qian Xunji knew that her father must have remembered many years ago, when the angel god Qian Yuhan was still alive.

Qian Yuhan had visited the Spirit Hall back then, stood under the same angel statue, and said something to him.

She said, "It's not easy for the Spirit Hall to get to where it is today."

You must protect it.

Qian Xunji didn't know if his father had heard those words, but he had.

He has remembered it all, for over thirty years.

Ling Feng stood at the entrance of the sacrificial hall, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed.

He didn't sleep last night either, not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't fall asleep.

The words "founding of a nation," "empress," and "martial spirit empire" echoed repeatedly in his mind.

He recalled the scene when he first entered the Spirit Hall when he was six years old.

At that time, he was just a child who didn't understand anything, only knowing that the Spirit Hall was the most powerful force on the continent.

Eleven years have passed, and the Spirit Hall is about to establish a nation, with Qian Renxue becoming Empress.

He suddenly realized how fast time was passing, so fast that it caught him off guard.

Qian Renxue sat on a chair in the corner of the offering hall, the holy sword lying across her lap, her nine soul rings pulsating slowly.

She didn't speak, but quietly watched Qian Xunji write the announcement stroke by stroke.

This announcement will change her fate, it will change the fate of the Spirit Hall, and it will change the fate of the entire continent.

There was no tension or excitement in her heart, only calmness—a deep, unfathomable calmness.

She remembered the angel god, and the words the angel god had said: "You are the new god."

She didn't know if she could be a good empress, but she knew she would do her best.

After writing the announcement, Qianxunji blew the ink dry, picked it up and read it once, then handed it to Qiandaoliu.

Qian Daoliu opened his cloudy old eyes, took the announcement, and read it word by word.

He read very slowly, taking a long time to look at each word, as if he wanted to engrave each word into his brain.

After reading it, he nodded and handed the announcement to Ling Feng.

Ling Feng took it, looked at it once, and handed it to Qian Renxue.

Qian Renxue nodded after reading it.

Five people, no objections.

The announcement has been finalized.

"Copy it."

Qian Xunji's voice was somewhat hoarse.

The deacons filed in, each carrying a thick stack of gold foil paper, ink already ground, and brushes already moistened.

They knelt before the table, copying the text stroke by stroke.

No one spoke; only the scratching of the brush on the paper echoed in the empty hall, like silkworms munching on mulberry leaves.

From dawn till dusk, hundreds of notices were finally copied.

Qian Xunji ordered his men to distribute them to various parts of the mainland.

The branch halls of every major city, including Tiandou City, Xingluo City, Gengxin City, and Suotuo City, received the announcement.

The deacons posted the notices on the city gates, in the bustling city, and on the bulletin board of the Spirit Hall.

In less than three days, the entire continent knew—the Spirit Hall was going to establish a nation, and the Spirit Empire was coming.

The day the news spread, it snowed heavily in Tiandou City for a day and a night.

On a snowy night, the Emperor stood by the window of his study, watching the swirling snowflakes outside, without uttering a word.

Crown Prince Xue Qinghe stood behind him, holding the notice that had been torn down from the city gate, not daring to utter a sound.

The announcement was short, less than two hundred words, but every word was like a knife, stabbing into the heart of Emperor Xueye.

The Martial Soul Empire, founded by Empress Qian Renxue.

Qian Renxue, Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall, successor of the Angel God, and a level 94 Title Douluo.

What does a level 94 Title Douluo mean?

The Heaven Dou Empire has existed for hundreds of years, and its strongest Soul Master is only a level 85 Soul Douluo.

The Spirit Hall has twelve Title Douluos.

Twelve.

Emperor Xueye closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair.

The beads hanging from the crown swayed slightly in the candlelight, making a soft, tinkling sound that was particularly clear in the quiet imperial study.

He thought of his father, his grandfather, and the previous emperors of the Heavenly Dou Empire.

They devoted themselves wholeheartedly, overcoming countless obstacles to conquer this land and protect it for centuries.

But now, the Spirit Hall is going to establish a nation, and the Spirit Empire is coming.

He couldn't stop him.

It's not that I don't want to stop it, it's that I can't.

The Snow Night Emperor opened his eyes and his gaze fell on the old plum tree outside the window.

The plum blossoms are in bloom, the trees are full of bright red, and they are particularly dazzling against the backdrop of white snow.

That plum tree was planted by his father himself, more than fifty years ago.

It blooms every winter, and it blooms profusely.

He suddenly asked, "Qinghe, that plum tree, was it planted by your grandfather?"

Xue Qinghe was stunned for a moment.

"Yes.

My grandfather has been planting it for over fifty years.

Emperor Xueye nodded.

More than fifty years have passed.

Your grandfather is gone, but I am still here.

Even after I'm gone, you'll still be here.

Whether the Heavenly Dou Empire still exists, I do not know.

But this plum tree should still be there.

Xue Qinghe's eyes reddened.

"Father..."

Emperor Xueye raised his hand to interrupt him.

"Pass down the order to prepare a generous gift."

Three months later, I personally went to Wuhun Capital to attend the founding ceremony of the nation.

Xue Qinghe opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he just lowered his head.

"Your subject obeys the decree."

It wasn't snowing in the Star Luo Empire, but the sky was overcast, with dark clouds hanging low as if they were about to collapse.

Dai Tianfeng sat on the dragon throne, holding the announcement in his hand, his brows furrowed.

The announcement didn't have many words, but he read it for a long time, so long that Zhu Wuchang thought he had fallen asleep.

"His Majesty."

Zhu Wuchang's voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of waking him.

Dai Tianfeng raised his head and looked at him.

"The Martial Soul Empire, founded by Empress Qian Renxue."

He threw the notice on the desk, leaned back in his chair, and crossed his arms over his stomach.

"Wuchang, you said Qian Renxue is only eighteen years old, right?"

Zhu Wuchang nodded.