Douluo Continent: Long Live the Spirit Hall

"Prince Xuexing! Your Majesty Poison Douluo! It's been a long time!"

Just as Yan was about to leave the hotel, he happened to run into Prince Xuexing and Poison Douluo Dugu Bo. The latter's face was quite pale, even with a hint of green. Yan noticed this detail and couldn't help but glance at Dugu Bo a few more times.

"Your Highness, Holy Son."

Although Prince Xuexing was not particularly pleased to see Yan, he still responded along with Dugu Bo.

"Your Majesty, Poison Douluo, please take care of your health."

Just as the three were about to pass each other, Yan suddenly spoke up: "It's not just you. If I remember correctly, your son is currently seriously ill in bed, and your daughter-in-law seems to be... There are some things that the Spirit Hall can actually help with."

Dugu Bo paused, his fists clenching involuntarily, then turned around and said coldly, "My family's trivial matters need not trouble the Spirit Hall."

"Holy Son, it seems that Dugu Bo is still holding a grudge about what happened back then."

Outside the hotel, on a street corner, Yue Guan's figure appeared beside Yan at some point. Although they were inside the Spirit Hall, Yan was still accompanied and protected by a Title Douluo. This was a strict order from Pope Bibi Dong to prevent any accidents from happening.

"Dugu Bo harbors resentment towards our Spirit Hall, but he will always have his demands on us eventually. We just have to wait and see."

Yan shook his head, not too concerned. He had long been eyeing Dugu Bo's Yin-Yang Well in Sunset Forest, but he didn't need to rush. The old man was suffering from a chronic illness, and his son and daughter-in-law were not long for life. He was just being stubborn.

Dugu Bo's Azure Phosphorous Serpent Emperor Martial Soul was too domineering. In addition, he absorbed too much poison during his cultivation, which caused the poison in his own Martial Soul to mutate and harm himself. Moreover, this hidden danger was passed down after he had offspring.

To eliminate his own hidden dangers, Poison Douluo devised many methods, which led to conflicts with certain individuals and forces, resulting in the Spirit Hall pursuing him. Prince Xue Xing rescued and helped him at that time, which caused Dugu Bo to side with the Heaven Dou royal family and have a poor relationship with the Spirit Hall.

"The light never dies, the martial spirit is eternal, we pay homage to the great angel god."

Yan glanced back at the hotel that was hosting various forces, and then left amidst the resounding prayers throughout Wuhun City. The grand Light Festival was about to begin, and the continent was bound to be swept up in turmoil once again.

Chapter 132 The Day of the Grand Ceremony

On this day, as summer transitioned into autumn, the Light Festival officially commenced outside Wuhun City.

The sky was cloudless, the sun rose, and its light illuminated the world. A light drizzle, carrying tiny specks of light, fell upon the earth, instantly clearing away the dust and dryness of autumn. The smooth stone slab was washed clean, and the white stone altar in the center was as pure as jade.

Countless water-attribute soul masters unleashed their soul skills, creating a waterfall of fine rain that, under the influence of the autumn sun and gentle breeze, transformed into a shimmering mist. As the mist dissipated, halos of hazy golden light enveloped the altar, lending it a touch of ethereal beauty.

As the fine golden mist swept over them, the millions of believers who had gathered from all directions felt a surge of energy, and many excitedly chanted prayers, praising the heavens incessantly.

King Kundera of the Barak Kingdom arrived, as did the rulers of the Silves Kingdom and the other two kingdoms and one duchy. Not only the rulers of the various vassal states of the Heaven Dou Empire, but also the rulers of the several kingdoms and duchies granted by the Star Luo Empire were present.

The representatives of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School were naturally the two titled leaders and Ning Fengzhi. The sect leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant School, Yu Yuanzhen, and elder Yu Luomian were also present, their expressions not very pleasant. This was because some internal conflicts had recently arisen within the Blue Lightning Tyrant School due to their support for the establishment of the Blue Tyrant Academy.

The powerful figures from the four lower sects have all arrived. Tianxiang Huyanzhen of the Elephant Armor Sect has been very active recently and is vaguely regarded as the leader of the four lower sects.

The Spirit Hall's ceremony this time even attracted the attention of some hidden sects, and the Star Crown Sect within the Star Luo Empire also had a powerful figure present.

Emperor Xue Ye of the Heaven Dou Empire and Emperor Xing Luo of the Star Luo Empire were the last to appear. Emperor Xue Ye was still full of energy, accompanied by Prince Xue Xing and Poison Douluo Dugu Bo. Emperor Xing Luo, on the other hand, did not bring many attendants and walked alone at the front, exuding an iron-blooded oppressive aura.

These two most powerful rulers on the continent sat facing each other on opposite sides of the viewing platform, their gazes meeting, each displaying a different imperial demeanor.

If we were to compare their cultivation and martial souls, the White Tiger, the inherited martial soul of the Star Luo Empire, would naturally be a complete defeat for the Swan of the Heaven Dou Royal Family. Not to mention the Star Luo Emperor's cultivation, which is at least at the level of an eight-ring Soul Douluo. If the two were to compete in the same arena, the Snow Night Emperor would be completely defeated.

However, compared to the powerful but lonely Star Luo Emperor, Emperor Xue Ye seems to be more beloved by his subordinates. This doesn't refer to ordinary commoners, but rather to the nobles who wield real power. Even the four kings and dukes who have established their own fiefdoms show respect to Emperor Xue Ye.

The Spirit Hall put a lot of thought into this Light Festival, with specially arranged queues so that even with millions of people present, it wouldn't feel crowded, and everyone present could clearly see the scene on the white jade altar.

Behind the countless figures, some independent soul masters and other individuals or forces did not join the prayer procession; they simply looked up and observed the scene in the very center.

Most of them were just there to watch the excitement; they had ordinary backgrounds or might even have a criminal record. However, on this special day, no one dared to cause trouble.

Behind the massive crowd, a slightly dejected middle-aged man gazed at the central altar ahead. His gaze shifted slightly to the viewing platform to the side, and when he saw the several powerful figures from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect, his expression became quite complex.

"Xiao Gang, Xiao Gang, it really is you."

The middle-aged man suddenly felt a weight on his shoulders, and then heard a joyful call from behind. He instinctively turned around and saw two figures that were clearly disguised.

The middle-aged man named Xiao Gang turned around and looked at the two people in front of him with great surprise. "Boss Fu, what's going on...?"

"Don't even mention it. I've gotten myself into trouble, so I have to pretend."

The middle-aged man, who had the air of a shrewd businessman, spoke in a low voice, glancing around a few times as he spoke, before pulling the other middle-aged man aside to introduce him to his partner.

"Xiao Gang, this is Zhao Wuji, a brother I met while traveling on the mainland. His nickname is Immovable King. He's a bit irritable, which is why he got into trouble with the Spirit Hall."

"Old Zhao, this is the good brother I mentioned to you, Yu Xiaogang. Don't let his average cultivation level fool you, his research on martial spirits is quite remarkable. I owe my success today to his help."

Boss Fu, also known as Fred, the leader of the Golden Iron Triangle, introduced Yu Xiaogang and Zhao Wuji to each other. After exchanging pleasantries, the three started talking about the current Spirit Hall.

"Xiao Gang, do you have any inside information about this matter?"

Fred craned his neck to peer inside but couldn't see anything clearly. He turned to his good brother for advice. He knew that his brother had an impressive background and some connection with the Spirit Hall, so he might know something.

Yu Xiaogang smiled wryly and said, "Brother Fu, don't make fun of me. I've been out for many years now, how could I possibly have any news about you?"

"Brother Fu, Brother Yu, let's stop talking for now. Look, it seems like it's about to start."

As the two were talking, Zhao Wuji, who was carefully observing, suddenly spoke up. The three of them immediately looked toward the center and saw a large procession emerging from the Spirit Hall.

Three divine chariots pulled by pure white steeds slowly emerged from the Spirit Hall, followed by countless powerful figures from the Spirit Hall, including even the ten elders of the Elder Hall and other titled Douluo-level beings.

The central chariot was enormous, and within its myriad layers of veils, two figures seemed to be visible. The chariot on the right shone with dazzling light, obscuring every trace of its interior.

Inside the divine carriage on the left, a light veil veiled the scene, and a gentle breeze stirred. Inside, a beautiful woman sat with her chin resting on her hand, her black hair cascading down her back beneath her divine crown. She was none other than Bibi Dong, the Pope of the Spirit Hall.

When the three palanquins appeared in the arena, the prayers of the millions of believers grew even louder. Many were seeing the Pope for the first time and were so excited that their voices trembled as they prayed.

On the platform, the feelings of the important figures from all sides became increasingly complex. The Spirit Hall had long held unparalleled power on the Douluo Continent. Even though they had jointly suppressed it for so many years by taking advantage of Tang Chen's rise, they witnessed this absolute influence once again with this festival.

"Xiaogang, are you alright?"

Behind the millions of believers, Yu Xiaogang looked at the beautiful woman inside the divine chariot with a complicated expression. So many years have passed, but she still looks the same. Fred noticed his strangeness but did not know how to comfort his good brother.

Yu Xiaogang shook his head with a wry smile. "Boss Fu, it's nothing. I was just wondering, what exactly is the Spirit Hall doing with such a grand ceremony? Is it a show of force?"

Fred shook his head. "I don't know. Let's keep watching."

As the two were talking, the three divine chariots stopped in front of the altar, and the Light Ceremony officially began.

Chapter 133 Eternal Martial Soul

"The Ceremony of Light, commence!!!"

A clear voice resounded throughout Wuhun City. The eyes of everyone on the platform were focused on the divine carriage in the very center. The one who had just given the order was not Bibi Dong, the Pope of Wuhun Hall.

No one offered an explanation for the astonishment of the many important figures on the platform. The person in charge of arranging the Light Festival's proceedings today was none other than Yan, the current Holy Son of the Spirit Hall. As his voice echoed through the arena, the ceremony officially began.

Sacred music filled the air, intertwining with the prayers of millions of believers, and converging into the divine gospel.

The breath of heaven and earth danced with the music, and then the wind rose again. However, this time the wind was no longer the chilly, desolate autumn wind, but warm as if it were springtime.

The flowers and grasses covering the surrounding mountains trembled gently in the wind. Blue silver grass bloomed with tiny blue flowers on the ground. Forsythia, magnolia, chrysanthemum, pink peach... all kinds of flowers actually began to bloom in autumn. Countless petals rose with the wind and danced in the air inside and outside the altar.

Tens of thousands of petals fluttered down from the sky, scattering a unique fragrance across the earth. This fragrance was not just the natural scent of the flowers; it was unforgettable, stronger than the scent of any other flower on earth. Yet, once it reached people's noses, it did not feel cloying at all, but rather as refreshing as the wind after a rain.

Millions of believers looked up at the petals fluttering in the air, captivated by the beautiful and dazzling scene and the intoxicating fragrance.

Outside Wuhun City, which was originally in the early autumn, a gentle spring breeze suddenly swept by, and countless petals danced in the wind, exuding an intoxicating fragrance.

Suddenly the wind stopped, and thousands of petals fluttered down, turning into a magnificent rain of flowers. The believers, bathed in the rain of flowers, all knelt down.

The numerous important figures on the stage gazed at this grand shower of flowers, a hint of unease flickering in the depths of their eyes.

This time, the Spirit Hall was promoting the Light Festival by claiming that the gods would bring miracles to the human world. The millions of believers kneeling and praying may not have doubted it, but most of them did not believe it.

They originally thought this was just a trick orchestrated by the Spirit Hall, since miracles only appear in myths and legends, and no one had witnessed them in person for a long time.

However, the grand festival before them, with just the opening shower of flowers, was enough to shake their resolve.

Such a grand scene could not be accomplished by just one or two support-type Soul Masters. It must be the strongest among support-type Soul Masters, involving many rare and powerful attributes such as life and light. It requires a lot of Soul Masters. Is this the foundation of the Spirit Hall?

"The God of Angels has descended."

"Praise be to the God of Angels!"

"A miracle! A miracle! A miracle!"

……

A shower of colorful flowers descended upon the earth, and a hazy light bathed the altar in a dreamlike glow. Amidst countless prayers and hymns, it seemed as if divine light was flashing, and an incomparably tall and radiant angel statue appeared on the altar. This scene was hailed as a miracle by countless believers.

Millions of believers knelt in prayer, with the deacons, elders, and bishops of the Spirit Hall leading the prayers. Many of the people who had initially just been watching the spectacle, along with some nobles, also chose to join the prayer procession.

Accompanied by countless prayers and ceremonial music, the sacrificial ceremony officially began. The divine chariots on the left and right sides shone brightly, and figures flickered in the procession behind the chariots. Pope Bibi Dong led the way, and ten Title Douluos from the Spirit Hall appeared around the altar.

"This is... a tribute from the Spirit Hall."

On the viewing platform, the important figures of the two empires looked at the ten powerful figures on the stage and fell silent. In particular, the handsome middle-aged man standing side by side with Bibi Dong made many people feel a chill in their hearts.

"These people actually showed up."

"They are legendary beings."

"The Grand Elder and Second Elder of the Spirit Hall must both be over a hundred years old."

"This Grand Elder still looks so young. Without Tang Chen, he would be invincible. With him around, who can compare to the Spirit Hall?"

……

The ten titled Douluo standing on the Altar of Light at this moment include the seven elders of the Hall of Worship who have long been detached from worldly affairs, Pope Bibi Dong, the left and right guardian elders Gui Mei and Yue Guan. They are the ten strongest people in the Spirit Hall, with the lowest cultivation level being level ninety-five.

Such an incredibly powerful lineup naturally terrified all the forces in both empires. Although they had always known that the Spirit Hall's top forces were very strong, they had never seen such a blatant display of strength before.

Ning Fengzhi, Gu Rong, and Chen Xin of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School were deeply shaken and secretly rejoiced at their previous decisions.

Yu Yuanzhen, the sect leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect, showed a hint of fear in his eyes. No matter how arrogant he was, he lost his arrogance in the face of such absolute strength.

He himself had only reached level 95, perhaps slightly stronger than the newly crowned Pope and two guardian elders, at least that's what he thought. But if he were to face these seven enshrined figures who were at least level 96, he would most likely have no chance of winning.

With the Spirit Hall possessing such strength, and if we add the elders of the Elder Hall, it's enough to make one despair. Even if the Clear Sky Sect hadn't gone into seclusion and hadn't appointed the new Clear Sky Douluo Tang Chen, let alone now that the sect is closed off, they still wouldn't be able to withstand it.

When the ten titled Douluo appeared on the altar, the white jade-like altar shone brightly. Not only did various rare herbs and precious spiritual objects appear in the center of the altar, but also various offerings from millions of believers appeared around the altar, representing the dedication of countless believers to the gods.

As countless eyes converged on the altar, a sudden burst of light emanated from within the central chariot. A figure clad in a radiant golden robe walked step by step onto the altar, seemingly treading on a bridge of light.

This figure was exceptionally young, even childish, only a little over ten years old. It was none other than Yan, the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall.

After looking around, his clear voice resounded throughout the hall, "We are the children of the gods, bathed in the divine light of hope... The light will never fade, the martial spirit will be eternal, we praise the merciful and great angel god..."

"The light will never be extinguished, and the martial spirit will be eternal."

Amidst the shouts of countless believers, a dazzling golden light, imbued with a sacred aura, rose from the angel statue on the altar.

"Martial spirit, eternal."