Douluo Hall, a Conversation in the Angel Secret Realm

Spirit Hall, Douluo Hall.

Douluo Hall stood at the very summit of Spirit Hall's Divine Mountain, commanding the heights. Compared to the Pope's Palace, Douluo Hall was somewhat smaller. Yet it enshrined the titles of every Titled Douluo.

There were no extravagant decorations within Douluo Hall. It was entirely constructed from ancient, unadorned stone, but a closer look revealed a faint layer of golden light shimmering over those weathered rocks. Touching them, one could feel a strange energy flowing through one's palm.

Aside from the entrance, the other three high walls of Douluo Hall were lined with square plaques of brilliant gold. Each plaque was about half a meter tall and one foot wide, bearing only three or four large characters. Looking across the hall, the golden plaques on all three walls numbered no fewer than several hundred. Every plaque represented a Titled Douluo who had received their title here since Douluo Hall's founding.

At the center of Douluo Hall stood a statue. It was ten meters tall and entirely golden, with three pairs of Wings spread behind it. It held a massive golden sword aloft, pointing straight toward the heavens. Most peculiar of all, a faint Golden Flame seemed to coil around the sword.

There was a similar statue in Spirit Hall's Elder Hall, but compared to this one, the difference between them was its soul.

Yes, although the Elder Hall's statue was equally enormous, it lacked a soul. The colossal statue before them, however, gave off the feeling of an ultimate strong person. The golden title plaques of the hundreds of Titled Douluo around it lay peacefully dormant beneath the suppression of its aura.

This was the supreme hall of Soul Masters. Every Soul Master took pride in being able to enter Douluo Hall, because it meant they had reached the rank of Titled Douluo. Only upon receiving a title could they possibly enter this place.

Douluo Hall had not actually been built by Spirit Hall. According to legend, it had existed long before Spirit Hall appeared. The earliest Spirit Hall had been founded by gathering a group of powerful Soul Masters who revered Douluo Hall, under the name of Worship of Douluo Hall.

Douluo Hall had a hall master. This hall master had to be the person who respected Douluo Hall the most, responsible for Worship of the Douluo golden plaques here while also presiding over the title-bestowal ceremonies for all newly promoted Titled Douluo.

At that moment, someone was quietly kneeling before the enormous statue at the center of Douluo Hall. It was none other than Qian Xunji. As he gazed at the incomparably beautiful angel before him, with six Wings on her back and the bearing of a valkyrie, holding a sword as she suppressed the ugly-faced, bloodthirsty, brutal Soul Master below, Qian Xunji could not help becoming entranced. He looked like a lovestruck fool staring unblinkingly at a girl he liked. Yet unlike one, there were no Evil Thoughts on his face; instead, it was filled with solemnity and reverence.

Qian Daoliu also felt the tranquility and peace, saying, "Great Angel God, please bless your descendants, that they may inherit the Angel legacy, carry it forward, and protect the continent."

Yet the Angel Statue showed no reaction, like ancient ice that would never melt.

Suddenly, strands of black Airflow emerged from Qian Xunji's body. Qian Xunji hurriedly examined himself and discovered that his Dark Demon Evil God Tiger Martial Soul had begun to stir. Douluo Hall worshiped the Angel God and was filled with the aura of light, while the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger Martial Soul stood opposed to light, a Power of Darkness.

Abruptly, the Angel Statue began to tremble violently. A doorway suddenly appeared within the massive golden Holy Sword and, before Qian Daoliu could react, it pulled Qian Xunji inside, leaving Qian Daoliu outside staring helplessly.

Inside the Angel Statue.

This was a warm world filled with the aura of light. Qian Xunji, who had entered it, looked utterly bewildered, his face plainly saying, Who am I, where am I, what am I doing?

"I am a strand of Spiritual Sense left here by the First Generation Angel God, intended to guard the Angel Statue. Just now, I sensed an aura of darkness and intended to emerge and eliminate it, but I then sensed the dense Angel Bloodline within you. That is why I summoned you here."

Not far away, the Angel God's Spiritual Sense stood quietly in place, like a deity overlooking the world.

"Greetings, Divine Ancestor. I am your descendant, Qian Xunji. My father is Qian Daoliu, the Angel Douluo of this generation," Qian Xunji replied.

Qian Xunji told the Spiritual Sense every detail about his Dark Demon Evil God Tiger Martial Soul. The Spiritual Sense fell silent for a moment after hearing this, then continued, "So that is how it is. This is your opportunity, but you must be careful. Do not fall into the pursuit of power." As she spoke, she extended a slender, pale finger and touched Qian Xunji's Brow Center. An Angel Mark flashed across his forehead.

"This mark will prevent the Inner Demon from taking advantage of you whenever it invades. It can calm your mind and steady your spirit," said the Angel God's Spiritual Sense.

"Thank you, Divine Ancestor. Qian Xunji will remember this," Qian Xunji replied.

"That is all. You may return now." With a wave of the Angel God's Spiritual Sense's hand, the Secret Realm Space closed, and Qian Xunji reappeared in Douluo Hall. The Angel Statue fell into silence.

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