Douluo Continent: The Eternal Order of the Azure Sky.

Is this an evil spirit master? This is practically a holy spirit master!

Of course, this comes with conditions. Obtaining six seeds of faith power from Kong Tianxu means that their cultivation can be devoured by Kong Tianxu at any time, and their life or death is only a matter of a thought.

“Now,” Kong Tianxu’s voice resounded through the sanctuary once more. He slightly opened his arms, his voice like warm sunshine, dispelling the last chill and fear in the sanctuary, “you can now celebrate your new life.”

These words were like lighting the final fuse.

"boom!"

Wang Xiaolei was the first to kneel heavily on the ground, his head slamming down with a dull thud.

Next came the three Zhongli brothers and Yan Feng. Finally, Tang Ya struggled to her feet from the Blue Silver Grass vines, tears streaming down her face.

With the utmost devotion and humility, the six offered their highest respect and loyalty to the being who had given them new life.

"Holy Emperor! Holy Emperor! Holy Emperor—!!!"

It is unknown who shouted the first word, but then, like a wildfire, all the Holy Spirit followers who witnessed this "miracle," whether in black or white robes, whether willingly or unwillingly, were completely conquered by Kong Tianxu's incredible power to purify evil spirits and bestow holiness!

Who would willingly spend their days surrounded by evil, fear, and pursuit if they could be a normal Soul Master?

Hope! They truly saw hope in breaking the curse!

Zhang Peng broke down in tears, frantically kowtowing, his forehead slamming against the ground with loud thuds. He longed for this purification and vindication more than anyone else.

Kong Tianxu slightly raised his hand.

The thunderous shouts gradually subsided, but the eyes that were fixed on him were now filled with unprecedented fervor and loyalty.

He gently helped the weak Tang Ya up and handed her over to Cain, who was standing nearby, to look after her temporarily.

His gaze slowly swept over the sea of ​​excited followers kneeling below, over Long Xiaoyao with a look of satisfaction, over Ye Guyi with eyes full of shock and contemplation, and finally landed on Xu Tianzhen, who was watching him intently from the side of the throne.

"Today, you have witnessed the path of light. From this day forward, the Church of the Holy Spirit will no longer cower in the shadows, nor bear the stigma of evil."

He took a deep breath, and his voice suddenly became magnificent and impassioned, filled with undeniable ambition and domineering power, resounding throughout the entire sanctuary, and even seemingly piercing through the dome to proclaim to the world:

"I will lead you to declare to the world:"

"Tell them who the true masters of the continent are!"

Ambitions are growing.

"Tell them who is truly qualified to stand in the sunlight!"

Hope lies in longing.

"We want billions of living beings on the Douluo Continent to witness this with their own eyes—"

"The Holy Spirit is supreme!"

"Holy Spirit is supreme! Holy Emperor is eternal!!!" The even more fervent roars and cheers almost lifted the entire dome of the sanctuary.

Amidst the growing uproar, Kong Tianxu descended the steps of the golden throne and stood before Xu Tianzhen.

The surrounding noise seemed to disappear in an instant.

Eyes facing each other.

“Naive, this is the real me, ruling the Holy Spirits in the name of the Holy Emperor.” Kong Tianxu looked around his kingdom, his ambition and majesty undisguised.

"The Holy Spirit Cult will soon become the state religion of the Sun and Moon Empire."

He slowly extended his hand to Xu Tianzhen, palm facing upwards.

"So, are you willing to stand with me, bringing your empire?"

This sentence contains so much; it is both beautiful and heavy.

Xu Tianzhen quietly looked at Kong Tianxu, at the undeniable authority in his eyes, and at the tenderness beneath that authority that was reserved only for her.

Then, she smiled.

Without the slightest hesitation, Xu Tianzhen extended her fair and slender hand and firmly placed it into his outstretched, warm palm.

"I am willing."

"Of course I'd like to."

She took a step forward, tilted her head slightly, and gazed intently at Kong Tianxu, her eyes filled with unwavering trust and love, murmuring softly:

"I have experienced...a world without you."

"Only then did I realize that without you, everything in the world would lose its meaning."

Then, her voice regained its clarity and resonated throughout the now-silent sanctuary:

"However, Your Majesty, you are wrong about one thing."

She took a half step back, her smile growing even brighter, a blend of princess pride and girlish charm.

“That’s not your empire…”

"It is our empire."

As soon as she finished speaking, she calmly stood on the other side of Cain, flanking the Sword of Heavenly Slaughter, like the most loyal guardians, protecting Kong Tianxu.

Kong Tianxu looked at her intently, and the last trace of worry in his heart vanished.

He squeezed her hand tightly, then, pulling her and Cain together, slowly turned around and sat back down on the golden throne that symbolized supreme power.

Xu Tianzhen stood to his left, and Cain stood to his right.

Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui exchanged a smile and bowed slightly in greeting.

Below the steps, led by the three brothers Tang Ya, Yan Feng, Wang Xiaolei, and Zhong Li, Zhang Peng and all the followers of the Holy Spirit Church knelt in a dense mass, their heads bowed low, like the most devout subjects worshipping their supreme emperor.

The light cascading from the dome of the sanctuary seemed to become even more magnificent and sacred at this moment, focusing entirely on the young figure on the throne.

The Holy Spirit Puppet still exists, the Holy Dragon has reappeared, and the Dark Demon God Tiger prostrates himself beneath the Supreme Being, gazing upon the four corpses solidified into the shape of crosses, as if for eternity.

Sacred and evil, majesty and cruelty, light and darkness, royal power and divine power... all are perfectly unified in one body in such a shocking and soul-stirring way.

He sat enthroned, crowned by light and sceptered by shadow. He was like a god walking among mortals.

Authority and power, fear and awe, loyalty and faith, all intertwine and are sublimated here.

It belongs to the Holy Emperor.

"The legend is true, he really is the Holy Emperor, he really can purify evil soul masters..."

Zhongli Wu knelt on the ground, his heart no longer filled with resentment, but instead with a kind of regret that he himself had never expected.

Even he, this ambitious Holy Spirit leader, a tyrant at the pinnacle of darkness, felt a yearning and desire for light and holiness that stemmed from his very life instincts.

More importantly, he clearly realized that with his talent and accumulated experience, once he could be purified like Yan Feng and Wang Xiaolei, transforming into attributes of light or even holiness, he could break free from the increasingly heavy backlash and cultivation constraints of the evil martial soul, and breaking through to level 98 would be within reach.

Even reaching the Limit Douluo realm is just around the corner!

If... if I could also be purified...

Once this thought arises, it spreads like wildfire and can never be extinguished.

Power! Pure and mighty power! And with it, a longer life and a brighter future!

At this moment, the contemporary leader of the Holy Spirit Cult truly felt the urge to repent and completely submit. All ambition and power seemed insignificant before such a supreme path.

However, some things, once done, can never be undone.

"Master Zhongli".

Just as his heart was surging with emotion, and he was contemplating when to pray for that grace.

From the deepest part of the sea of ​​the spirit, a calm voice suddenly rang out.

Zhongli Wu's heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively looked up at the golden throne.

On the throne, the Holy Emperor, who had just established supreme authority and granted new life to everyone, lowered his eyes slightly, his gaze seemingly falling precisely on him.

The young emperor wore a warm, spring-like smile.

"I have one more thing to say..." The mental fluctuations continued, unhurriedly.

"I need your help with a small matter."

Chapter 262 Huo Yuhao's Soul Ring Choice: Nine Thousand Years! The Four Titan Snow Demon Brothers

The mainland is bitterly cold, in the far north.

We haven't even reached the true core of the far north yet, but the snow on the ground is already more than half a meter thick. Because of the extremely low temperature, the light on the horizon is slightly distorted, displaying a dazzling seven-colored halo.

In a place like this, even a Soul Master with a cultivation level below the third ring would turn into an ice sculpture in no more than ten minutes.

However, deep within this forbidden zone of life, two figures were quietly crouching amidst a vast expanse of white snow, intently observing the distance.

One of the men was about fifty years old, with white hair standing on end like steel needles, looking somewhat weathered, but his physique was still extremely robust, his solid muscles not loosened at all due to age, as if sculpted from granite, and he was at least 2.2 meters tall, with not a single wrinkle on his face.

His bronze skin shimmered with a cold, metallic sheen under the snow's light, and he exuded a rich aura unique to metal and soul tools.

Right now, he was fiddling with a complex, mirror-like soul tool, adjusting the gauges on it as he pointed it at four snow-white hills in the distance, muttering something under his breath:

"Hiss—, this godforsaken place, even the snow particles are like knives, and when the wind blows, it's no different from a soul skill. Yuhao, your Extreme Ice Martial Soul is really useful, you're like nothing happened."

"Dean Qian, how is it? Was my mental detection accurate? Look..." the young man beside him asked anxiously.

Their conversation revealed that the two were Huo Yuhao and his group, who had come to the far north to hunt souls. Accompanying him this time was Qian Duoduo, the vice dean of the Soul Guidance Department and a level 94 defensive titled Douluo.

The dangers of the far north need no further explanation. In terms of overall strength, even with the resources of the Star Dou Great Forest, it is not certain that they can defeat the far north.

In terms of the number of 100,000-year-old soul beasts, the far north is even better, and it also has an extremely harsh weather environment. Therefore, Shrek Academy ultimately sent such an elder of the Sea God Pavilion.

“That’s right, but Yuhao, are you sure you want to choose them as your second spirit ring? Although I can’t determine their exact age, they don’t seem to have a cultivation level of ten thousand years! Yuhao, you need to think this through.”

Qian Duoduo frowned deeply as he examined the results from the soul tool in his hand.

Those four small hills were actually four enormous and terrifying soul beasts. Each of them was over fifty meters tall, resembling ancient giants with unusually long arms and their entire bodies covered with thick, long, snow-white fur.

Its face resembles that of a human, but its forehead is covered with thick wrinkles, and its skin is a cold, bluish-gray. In particular, its two huge fangs protruding from its lips highlight its ferocious nature as a soul beast.

They huddled together tightly, slowly wriggling. Due to their enormous size and the harsh environment of the far north, even Huo Yuhao's mental detection couldn't quite figure out what they were doing.

However, neither of them would be wrong about their race.

The overlord of the far north, the largest beast in the Douluo Continent—Titan Snow Demon.

With such an astonishing size, Qian Duoduo's soul tool detection and experience assessment showed that it had less than ten thousand years of cultivation, which shows that the title of the largest creature on the continent was not unfounded.