On the way up the mountain, although the guards on either side had restrained their auras, their formidable presence was still perceptible.
"Every one of them has such a powerful aura," Feng Xiaotian said gravely.
As a Soul King, he could sense something of an ordinary Spirit Emperor's aura. Yet he could detect no aura at all from the guards before him. Clearly, they were at least high-ranking Spirit Emperors.
A high-ranking Spirit Emperor would be treated as an honored retainer in a small or medium-sized faction. In a kingdom or duchy, as long as they were willing to pledge allegiance to the royal family, they could immediately receive a noble title and land, ascending to the pinnacle of worldly success.
Even in one of the Upper Three Sects, such as the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Spirit Emperors ranked among the sect's middle-to-upper fighting forces and enjoyed generous treatment.
Yet in Spirit Hall, powerhouses like these were only assigned to stand guard over the entrance to Papal Mountain?
Just how deep did Spirit Hall's reserves of power run?
Qin Yuan gently patted his shoulder and said quietly, "Don't keep looking around. Spirit Hall is deliberately flexing its muscles."
Hearing this, Feng Xiaotian felt somewhat better, assuming that these Spirit Saints had merely been brought in temporarily to bolster Spirit Hall's display.
Little did he know that guarding the Papal Palace was these Spirit Saints' regular duty. They normally worked in three shifts; today, they had simply all been summoned at once.
If Spirit Hall recalled the powerhouses scattered among its branch halls across the continent and its various operational departments, the number of Spirit Saints would multiply several times over.
Qin Yuan had a firsthand understanding of Spirit Hall's reserves. However, once god-level powerhouses appeared in the future, even