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Chapter 98 Angels and Rakshasa
Chapter 98 Angels and Rakshasa
Spirit Hall, Douluo Hall.
The Douluo Palace stands proudly atop the Spirit Hall's sacred mountain, its imposing presence displaying its dominance over all things.
Compared to the magnificent Papal Palace, the Douluo Palace, though small, carries extraordinary significance—it enshrines the noble titles of every Title Douluo.
The interior of the hall abandons elaborate luxury, and is constructed solely of simple and unadorned stone, revealing the sedimentation and solemnity of time.
However, if you look closely, you will find that these seemingly ordinary rocks faintly reveal a touch of elegant golden light, as if the first rays of dawn are shining, gentle and mysterious.
Upon touching it, a strange energy quietly flows through the palm, inspiring awe and a sense of power and magnificence that transcends the mundane.
Inside the Douluo Palace, apart from the main entrance, the other three towering walls are all inlaid with dazzling golden square plaques.
Each plaque is about half a meter high and about one foot wide, with solemn inscriptions of three or four characters engraved on it.
Looking around, the number of golden plaques hanging on the three walls is astonishing, totaling no less than several hundred.
Each plaque is an eternal memorial to the powerful individuals who have been granted the title of Douluo since the establishment of the Douluo Palace.
In the heart of the Douluo Palace stands a majestic golden statue, its height towering over all others, reaching a peak of ten meters, its entire body covered in dazzling golden light.
Behind the statue, three pairs of wings unfold gracefully, as if a deity has descended. In his hand, he tightly grips an enormous golden longsword, the tip of which points straight to the vast sky, revealing boundless majesty and power.
What is particularly striking is that wisps of light golden flame seem to swirl around the longsword, slowly swirling and adding to its air of mystery and nobility.
In the Elder Hall of the Spirit Hall, there stands a similar statue. However, the key difference between the two lies in the soul power they contain.
The statues in the Elders' Hall are indeed majestic, but they seem to lack a vivid soul.
In contrast, the majestic statue itself exudes an aura of supreme power, causing the hundreds of golden plaques bearing the names of titled Douluo surrounding it to fall silent under its overwhelming presence, as if they were slumbering in an invisible majesty.
This place is the pinnacle of the temple that every Soul Master dreams of. Every Soul Master considers it the highest honor to step into the Douluo Hall, as it symbolizes that they have climbed to the peak of Title Douluo.
Only those who have been granted a title are qualified to enter this sacred place.
The Douluo Hall was not actually built by the Spirit Hall. According to legend, the Douluo Hall existed long before the Spirit Hall appeared. The earliest Spirit Hall was established by gathering a group of powerful spirit masters who revered the Douluo Hall, under the name of worshipping the Douluo Hall.
Within the Douluo Hall stands a supreme Hall Master, who must hold the deepest reverence for the Douluo Hall. This person is not only responsible for enshrining the golden plaques of Douluo in the hall to show respect, but also personally presides over the solemn investiture ceremonies for all newly promoted Title Douluos.
At this moment, a person was kneeling quietly in front of the huge statue in the center of the Douluo Hall.
She was neither a titled Douluo who had come to receive her title, nor the master of the Douluo Palace.
She has another identity, and it is because of this identity that she is able to stay here.
"Has your mind calmed down?"
A majestic yet calm voice echoed throughout the Douluo Hall.
Qian Renxue remained motionless and silent, like a still statue, kneeling quietly in place, maintaining her original and firm posture.
Golden light surged, and a figure quietly stood between her and the towering statue.
The outline gradually became clearer, and the surrounding golden light became even more brilliant, especially the magnificent six-winged angel statue.
Its massive golden sword tip spewed forth a blazing flame over ten feet long, enveloping the area in an indescribable holy radiance.
The person who suddenly appeared in Qian Renxue's field of vision was none other than the supreme Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, the Master of the Douluo Hall—Qian Daoliu, one of the three peak powerhouses of the world and a legendary figure among the ninety-nine level titled Douluo.
"Open your eyes."
Qian Daoliu raised his hand and pointed, and golden flames released from the long sword in the hand of the statue behind him descended from the sky, completely enveloping Qian Renxue's body.
The dazzling golden flames flowed leisurely, and Qian Renxue's body slowly rose in the embrace of this radiant light.
The golden light remained dazzling, and at this moment, nine golden light screens quietly appeared before her, like the curtain of revelation, unfolding one by one.
Witnessing this scene, Qian Daoliu's eyes gleamed with an indescribable brilliance. He murmured to himself, "The nine trials under the wings of angels, the nine tests... this supreme test that countless generations of Douluo Palace Masters have been eagerly anticipating has finally descended upon the world."
Qian Renxue opened her eyes with some difficulty, looking at her grandfather in front of her with a confused expression.
A gentle light shone in Qian Daoliu's eyes: "I was about seventy years old when your father was born, and your father was fifty when you were born. The person that the successive Douluo Hall Masters have been waiting for is you. Xiaoxue, Grandpa is so proud of you."
Qian Renxue stared blankly at Qian Daoliu: "Grandpa, I don't understand what you mean."
Perhaps because she hadn't spoken in a long time, her voice sounded somewhat strained.
Qian Daoliu smiled calmly: "If the light screen in front of you had eight beams, then you would be the next Lord of the Douluo Hall. However, the light screen in front of you has nine beams. Don't ask why; I will tell you when the time is right. From now on, for a long time to come, you will have to complete nine trials from the angels, and Grandpa will always be with you."
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The Papal Palace, the Pope's private chamber.
Bibi Dong was sitting cross-legged with her eyes closed, concentrating on her cultivation.
She slowly opened her eyes, and if anyone were to look at her at that moment, they would be horrified to find that her eyes were stained with a thick crimson color, so vivid that it looked as if blood was about to overflow, a truly shocking sight.
Each of her ten fingers was adorned with five-inch-long, jet-black nails, creating a stark contrast with her originally delicate and fair skin, adding an air of unease.
That face, which should have been breathtakingly beautiful, was now distorted by some kind of surging power, and several striking bloodstains were faintly visible on it.
Behind her, a blurry black silhouette loomed in and out, radiating an indescribable sense of oppression.
Opening her eyes, Bibi Dong took a deep breath. A layer of dark purple light surged, and the changes on her body gradually disappeared, restoring her original appearance. However, she looked somewhat pale.
"Qian Daoliu, you are quite clever."
"To prevent me from devouring the descendants of your angelic race, you actually chose my daughter."
Bibi Dong rose into the air, golden light shimmering, and the papal robes enveloped her body, transforming her back into the noble and decisive Pope.
"Even if Xiaoxue inherits your position, so what? One day, I will overturn the foundation of your angels. Qian Daoliu, you have underestimated me after all. After you devoured your son's body and soul and changed your cultivation method to enter the Rakshasa Secret Realm, you could no longer see through me. In ten years at most, I will break through, and then no one will be able to stop me from doing anything. Your son destroyed me, and I will destroy everything of your angel race."
"Hahahaha..."
The secret chamber echoed with a sinister laugh like that of an owl, and the huge black shadow that had been hidden earlier reappeared like a ghost behind Bibi Dong, appearing and disappearing in an instant.
(End of this chapter)