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After the cannon salute, the national anthem of the Martial Soul Empire was played on the high platform.

The melody of the national anthem was composed by Chido-ryu when he was young, and it is called "Ode to Angels".

The melody is solemn and dignified, carrying a sacred aura.

The musicians playing the music were all Soul Masters carefully selected by the Spirit Hall. Each of them had a cultivation level of at least Soul King. They used their soul power to drive the instruments, and the sound traveled far, echoing in the sky above the square.

After the music ended, Qian Xunji walked from the side of the platform to the center.

Today he wore a long golden robe, a crown, and a sword at his waist.

His crown was adorned with nine precious stones, each one priceless.

His face was solemn and dignified, his gaze sweeping over the tens of thousands of people in the square and the guests in the stands.

His voice echoed across the square, each word clear and powerful.

"The Spirit Hall, inheriting the will of the angels, has stood for hundreds of years, protecting all living beings and upholding justice."

Today, the Spirit Hall is officially established as a nation, named 'Spirit,' with its capital at Spirit Capital.

A cheer erupted in the square.

The people waved their flags, and cheers rose and fell like waves, one higher than the next.

Qianxun quickly raised her hand, signaling for silence.

The cheers gradually subsided.

He continued, "The founding empress was Qian Renxue, the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall."

Chapter 177 The First Empress

"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 virtue, her ability, and her prestige are enough to win people's hearts.

Please, Holy Maiden, ascend the throne.

Qian Renxue slowly walked out from behind the high platform.

Today she was wearing a golden dragon robe, embroidered with nine golden dragons in gold thread, each one so lifelike that it seemed as if it might fly off the robe at any moment.

She wore a crown on her head, which was inlaid with twelve gems, each representing the twelve wings of the angel God.

A holy sword hung at her waist, its scabbard inlaid with golden gems that gleamed in the sunlight.

Behind her, the phantom of a twelve-winged angel appeared, its twelve wings unfolding simultaneously, blotting out the sky and the sun. Golden light poured down from the wings, illuminating the entire square and the upturned faces of everyone.

She released her aura without reservation, and the pressure of a level 94 Title Douluo pressed down on everyone in the square like a mountain, making everyone's breath catch in their throats.

Emperor Xueye's fingers tightened suddenly, his knuckles turning white.

He sensed it; that oppressive aura was stronger than any titled Douluo he had ever seen.

He had seen Qian Daoliu, Jin E Douluo, and Bo Saixi, but he had never sensed such an aura from any of them.

That was the aura of God, the aura of the angel God.

Dai Tianfeng's pupils contracted slightly.

He had seen countless powerful figures, but he had never felt suffocated under such pressure.

He clenched his fists, struggling to maintain his composure.

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

His face showed no surprise, only感慨 (a deep sense of emotion).

He knew Qian Renxue was strong, but he didn't know she was this strong—so strong that it was despair-inducing.

Lei Qianxing remained silent, Yan Pojun shut his mouth, Shui Linglong's teacup hovered in mid-air, and Feng Wanli's lips twitched slightly.

Qian Renxue walked to the center of the high platform, turned around, and faced the tens of thousands of people in the square and the guests from all over the mainland who came to watch the ceremony.

Her gaze swept across everyone's face, from Emperor Xueye to Dai Tianfeng, from Ning Fengzhi to Lei Qianxing, from commoners to rogue cultivators.

She saw expectation, she saw awe, she saw hope.

She also saw fear, resentment, and hatred.

"The Martial Soul Empire is established today!" Qian Xunji's voice rang out once more, "The founding empress, Qian Renxue, ascends the throne from this day forward!"

Qian Xunji took a golden crown from the servant, held it with both hands, and walked up to Qian Renxue.

He raised the crown high, facing the tens of thousands of people in the square.

"This crown was jointly forged by the seven enshrined members of the Spirit Hall, using millennium-old black iron, ten-thousand-year-old refined gold, and the soul bones of a hundred-thousand-year-old soul beast."

It is the symbol of the Martial Soul Empire, and the symbol of the Empress.

Today, I place the crown upon the Empress's head.

He gently placed the crown on Qian Renxue's crown.

The crown and the tassels fit together perfectly, as if they were born as one.

Qian Renxue raised the holy sword.

Golden light shot out from the sword, soaring into the sky and illuminating the entire square as if it were daytime.

In the sky, the phantom of the angel god appeared—long silver hair, golden eyes, an exquisite face, and the wings of a twelve-winged angel slowly fluttering behind her, overlooking the entire square and everyone who looked up at her.

The phantom looked at Qian Renxue, a slight smile playing on its lips, before slowly dissipating.

But everyone saw it, and everyone remembered it.

Qian Renxue put down the holy sword, turned around, and faced the tens of thousands of people in the square.

Her voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"The Martial Soul Empire puts the people first."

My first decree is to exempt all people within the Martial Soul Empire from taxes for three years.

My second decree is that all kindergartens and schools within the Martial Soul Empire will be free of charge, funded by the state.

My third decree—the price of salt in all salt shops within the Martial Soul Empire shall be reduced by half, subsidized by the state.

The square fell silent for a moment.

Then, cheers erupted like an earthquake.

The people waved their flags wildly and shouted loudly.

"Long live the Empress! Long live the Martial Soul Empire!"

Some people cried, some knelt down, some held children, and some held the elderly.

They had waited a lifetime for this day.

No, I've waited for several lifetimes.

Emperor Xueye sat in the viewing area, watching the cheering people and listening to the deafening cheers, a feeling he couldn't quite put into words welled up inside him.

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

They had also exempted taxes and subsidized salt prices, but never as thoroughly as Qian Renxue.

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

Because they have nobles, powerful families, and countless entanglements of interests behind them.

The Spirit Hall doesn't have these, or rather, the Spirit Hall has eliminated them.

After the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus was destroyed, the nobles, aristocratic families, and interest groups were eliminated one by one by the Spirit Hall.

Therefore, Qianrenxue can exempt people from taxes, subsidize salt prices, and enable people to live a good life.

But he couldn't, and neither could the Heavenly Dou Empire.

He suddenly felt that perhaps the Spirit Empire was more suitable for this continent than the Heaven Dou Empire.

Dai Tianfeng sat in the audience, watching the cheering crowd and listening to the deafening cheers, remaining silent.

It's not that he doesn't want to talk, it's that he doesn't know what to say.

He knew that even the Star Luo Empire couldn't do what Qian Renxue did.

It wasn't because the emperor of the Star Luo Empire was stronger than him, but because the Star Luo Empire was more corrupt than the Heaven Dou Empire.

Those nobles, aristocratic families, and interest groups are deeply entrenched and intertwined; touching one will implicate a whole string of others.

He dared not move, nor could he move.

So he could only watch.

Watching the rise of the Martial Soul Empire, the decline of the Heaven Dou Empire, and the gradual demise of the Star Luo Empire.

Ning Fengzhi sat in the viewing area, watching the cheering crowd and listening to the deafening cheers, and a feeling of emotion welled up in his heart.

He recalled Qian Renxue when she was a child, and the scene of her reciting the Spirit Hall's instructions in a childish voice when she was six years old in the Golden Hall.

She was six years old then, with golden hair and golden eyes, her voice childish but firm: "I am Qian Renxue, the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall. In the future, I will definitely inherit the will of the Angel God, protect the Spirit Hall, and protect all living beings under heaven."

Nobody took it seriously back then; everyone thought it was just a child talking big.

Even Ning Fengzhi thought it was just talk.

Now, twelve years later, she has kept her word.

Ning Fengzhi suddenly felt that perhaps cooperating with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and the Spirit Empire was indeed the right choice.

On the high platform, Golden Crocodile Douluo sat in a chair, looking at Qian Renxue with a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth.

He remembered Qian Renxue when she was a child, and the scene when she first met him when she was three years old.

She was three years old then, with blonde hair and golden eyes. She peeked out from behind her grandfather, looking at him curiously.

He waved to her, she hesitated for a moment, then ran over and hugged his leg.

He laughed, a very happy laugh.

That was the happiest day of his life.

The Thousand-Pound Douluo and the Demon-Slaying Douluo spoke in hushed tones.