Spirit Hall, Douluo Hall!
Douluo Hall stood at the very peak of Spirit Hall's sacred mountain, overlooking the sea of clouds. Its grandeur was majestic and imposing, carrying the lofty air of standing above the heavens.
To Soul Masters across the continent, this palace was incomparably sacred. They regarded it as the ultimate honor. After becoming Title Douluos, countless Soul Masters would leave their names within Douluo Hall.
Since Douluo Hall had been established, it had enshrined the plaques of several hundred Title Douluos.
At the center of the majestic, sacred hall stood a statue ten meters tall, with three pairs of wings growing from its back.
The statue looked as if it had been cast from gold. Its entire body gleamed with brilliant gold, radiating an aura of holiness and power.
Before the enormous statue stood a man in a gray robe. He appeared to be only in his thirties or forties, handsome in appearance, with a calm, composed smile on his face.
He was Spirit Hall's High Priest, Qian Renxue's grandfather, Qian Daoliu!
Qian Daoliu wore a faint smile, yet his gaze was unfathomably deep, as though all the myriad forms of existence flowed within his pupils.
In truth, his heart was far from calm. Just a few days ago, he had sensed an exceedingly terrifying energy fluctuation.
With his current strength, even another Limit Douluo would not stir him too greatly.
But the fluctuation from several days ago was different. Within that energy fluctuation, he had sensed power beyond that of a Limit Douluo.
That energy did not belong to the mortal world. It was the energy of a god.
Qian Daoliu was shocked, but also curious.
Could it be that someone had reached level one hundred and become a god, or that a god had descended