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

His face was hidden in the shadow of his hood, so his expression was not visible.

His hand trembled slightly, and the wine in his glass spilled out, splashing onto the table.

Martial Soul Empire, Thousand-Foot Snow, Eternal Soaring Wind.

He put down his glass, stood up, and walked out of the tavern.

Under the moonlight, his shadow was stretched very long.

He looked up at the moon in the sky, and in the shadows under his hood, a pair of blood-red eyes gleamed.

He was looking for someone, for his son.

However, his son had already been transformed into a citizen of the Spirit Hall by the Spirit Hall's kindergarten and had long forgotten his origins.

He stood at the tavern entrance for a long time, so long that the moon moved from the east to the west.

Then he turned and disappeared into the night.

The kindergarten in Wuhun City was brightly lit.

The children were in class, reciting "The Basics of Martial Souls." Their tender voices echoed in the classroom, clear and melodious.

A six-year-old boy sat in the corner, reciting along with everyone else.

His eyes were bright, like the stars in the sky.

His name is Wang San, and his martial spirit has not yet awakened.

He didn't know that his biological father was looking for him.

He didn't know that his fate had once been controlled by the gods.

All he knew was that lunch today was braised pork, which he really liked.

He really likes kindergarten, his teachers, his classmates, and braised pork.

He felt very happy.

He didn't know that this happiness was given to him by the Spirit Hall.

After the news of the Spirit Hall's establishment of a nation spread throughout the continent, the reactions from independent cultivators were the most enthusiastic.

Most of them came from humble backgrounds, had no connections or resources, and cultivated their soul power with sheer passion.

The Spirit Hall's low-priced salt, cheap books, and kindergarten gave them hope—their children could study, awaken their spirits, become spirit masters, and live a good life.

An old rogue cultivator with gray hair stood at the entrance of the Spirit Hall branch hall, leaning on a cane, his voice hoarse: "I have cultivated for a lifetime, from Great Soul Master to Soul Sect, from Soul Sect to Soul King, every step of the way has been filled with blood and tears."

My son is also a Soul Master.

My grandson has just awakened his martial soul and has a level six innate soul power.

The Spirit Hall's kindergarten is free, provides food and lodging, and even teaches children to read and write.

My grandson goes to school there.

"I'll be the first to support the Spirit Hall's establishment of a nation!"

The surrounding crowd erupted in applause and cheers.

Of course, there are also those who disagree.

Those soul master families whose interests were tied to the two great empires, those soul masters who lived off the rewards of nobles, and those soul masters who had grudges against the Spirit Hall—they were afraid.

They were afraid that the Spirit Hall would purge them after establishing a nation, afraid of losing their privileges, and afraid of losing their vested interests.

"The Spirit Hall established its nation to unify the continent, to overthrow the two great empires, and to eliminate our Spirit Master families!"

Chapter 176 Coronation Ceremony

A veteran Soul Master stood at his doorstep and shouted to the onlookers, "We cannot sit idly by and wait to die!"

We must unite to fight against the Spirit Hall!

Few responded.

Most people just glanced at him and then turned away.

The independent cultivators didn't care, the common people didn't care, and even many minor soul masters didn't care.

For them, the establishment of the Spirit Hall was not a disaster, but a source of hope.

Most Soul Masters know that the establishment of the Spirit Hall as a nation is an inevitable trend.

They can't stop it, and they don't want to.

Because they were also from humble backgrounds, had received favors from the Spirit Hall, had eaten cheap salt, had read inexpensive books, and had sent their children to kindergarten.

They knew that the Spirit Hall as emperor was ten thousand times stronger than those bloodsucking nobles.

Martial Soul Capital, Angel Square.

Three months is enough time for a city to be completely transformed.

Wuhun City was originally the headquarters of the Wuhun Hall. The city was well-fortified and the streets were wide, but the entire city was renovated in preparation for the founding ceremony.

The mottled surfaces on the city wall were covered with white paint, and every brick and stone was wiped clean.

A new plaque has been erected at the city gate, with three large characters written in gold paint: "Martial Soul Capital".

The calligraphy is vigorous and powerful, and it is said to be written by Sen Daoliu himself.

The streets of the city were lined with red lanterns, each painted with the flag of the Martial Soul Empire—a pattern of golden angels and coiled dragons.

Along the ten-mile-long street from the city wall to Angel Square, thousands of lanterns were hung, making it look like two giant red dragons coiled on both sides of the street, a truly magnificent sight.

The people set up incense tables in front of their homes early in the morning, with fresh flowers, fruits and incense on them.

Dressed in new clothes, they stood on both sides of the street, helping the old and leading the young, waiting for that moment to arrive.

The children rode on their father's shoulders, waving small flags painted with angels and dragons.

The women carried flower baskets filled with fresh petals, ready to scatter them as the Empress passed by.

Angel Square is located in the very center of Wuhun City, covering an area of ​​tens of acres and capable of accommodating tens of thousands of people.

In the center of the square is a high platform, made of white boulders, about three zhang high and ten zhang wide, with steps around it, and red carpets covering the steps.

Against the backdrop of the high platform is a colossal angel statue, about ten zhang tall, pure white, with outstretched wings, overlooking the entire square.

The angel statue was carved and commissioned by the first generation of the Spirit Hall a thousand years ago, and it has stood firm through a thousand years of wind and rain.

Today, the idol has been cleaned again, and every detail is clearly visible. The idol's face is both compassionate and majestic, and it seems to come alive in the morning light, quietly watching over its people.

On both sides of the platform, dozens of seats were set up, decorated with red silk, and tea, snacks and fruit were placed on the tables.

Guests from all over the mainland have been taking their seats one after another.

Emperor Xue Ye of the Heavenly Dou Empire sat in the first row on the left, with Crown Prince Xue Qinghe sitting beside him.

Today, Emperor Xueye wore a dark blue dragon robe and a crown. His face was calm, but the light tapping of his fingers on the armrests betrayed his inner turmoil.

Crown Prince Xue Qinghe sat beside him, dressed in a white robe, with a handsome face, but his eyes were somewhat unfocused, occasionally glancing at the unfathomable Martial Spirit Hall experts on the high platform.

Dai Tianfeng of the Star Luo Empire sat in the first row on the right, with Prince Zhu Wuchang of the White Tiger Kingdom sitting next to him.

Today, Dai Tianfeng wore a black dragon robe and a golden crown. His face was cold and his eyes were like knives.

He stared at the angel statue on the high platform without saying a word.

Zhu Wuchang sat beside him, equally silent, but his gaze would occasionally fall on the black-clad youth holding the dragon-patterned staff below the platform.

Ning Fengzhi of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School sat behind Emperor Xueye, with Sword Douluo Chenxin and Bone Douluo Gurong standing behind him.

Ning Fengzhi was dressed in a blue robe and wore a jade crown today. He had a refined and scholarly appearance, but there was a hint of emotion in his eyes.

He looked at the high platform and recalled the scene when he first met Qian Renxue ten years ago.

She was only eight years old then, standing behind her grandfather, with golden hair and golden eyes, like a porcelain doll.

Ten years later, she will become an empress.

Time flies so fast, it catches us off guard.

Team leaders from various colleges also arrived.

Lei Qianxing of Thunder Academy sat next to Ning Fengzhi, dressed in a black robe, with a calm expression and his arms crossed.

Yan Pojun from the Blazing Fire Academy leaned against him, dressed in a red robe, his face full of excitement.

Shui Linglong from Tianshui Academy sat beside Yan Pojun, dressed in a blue robe with a cold expression.

Feng Wanli from Shenfeng Academy stood to the side, his blue hair fluttering in the morning breeze, his gaze fixed on the high platform.

There were also many clan leaders from independent cultivators, small sects, and soul master families. Some were excited, some were nervous, some were apprehensive, and some were expectant.

The stands were packed with people, not a single seat was available.

No one was absent, because no one dared to be absent.

When the Spirit Hall was founded, who dared not attend its grand opening ceremony?

Tens of thousands of people were already in place in the square.

They came from all directions, some traveling for three days and three nights, others for ten days and ten nights, just to witness this moment with their own eyes.

They were dressed in new clothes, with children in tow, and holding flags, waiting in the square.

No one made a sound, no one crowded; they just stood quietly, waiting.

Sunlight streamed down from the eastern horizon, its golden rays illuminating the angel statue, the high platform, and the faces of everyone present.

At 3:45 AM, the ceremony on the high platform began.

First, there was a 108-gun salute.

The salute cannons are specially made soul-guided devices; each time they fire, the sound is deafening, like a thunderclap.

The first sound caused the entire Martial Soul to tremble.

The second sound caused the people to cover their ears.

The third bang startled the children, who burst into tears.

One hundred and eight shots rang out, lasting a full quarter of an hour. The sound traveled for hundreds of miles, even alarming the soul beasts on the edge of the Star Dou Great Forest.