The Origin and Duties of Spirit Hall

In a small room within Spirit Hall, a little boy with short blue hair, an ordinary-looking face, fair skin, and a height of nearly 1.2 meters was training, doing push-ups.

97. 98. 99. 100.

"Han'er, it's time to eat," a kind voice called out.

"Okay, coming." He ran into the bathroom, quickly wiped himself down with a dry towel, changed into a fresh set of clothes, and headed to the dining area.

His mother, Bibi Dong, was waiting for him. Bibi Han grinned and sat down beside her.

Bibi Dong rubbed his hair. "Training again?"

"Of course. The books say that Soul Masters can explode and die because their physical strength cannot withstand the pressure of Soul Rings. That means the stronger the body, the greater the Soul Ring Age one can absorb. So I have to keep improving my body and achieve an astonishing combination of Second Ring Purple and Fourth Ring Black. I'll let everyone know how outstanding Mother's son is and bring glory to Mother." Bibi Han spoke with a determined expression.

"Good child. Mother believes in you. Eat up; it's all your favorite food."

Looking at the table full of delicacies from land and sea, Bibi Han swallowed and picked up his chopsticks. "Time to eat."

The reason Bibi Han could do so many push-ups at such a young age was largely due to these fine foods.

"Mother, can you give me the token for the top floor of the Library Pavilion?"

"Why?" Bibi Dong was somewhat unwilling to let Bibi Han go to the top floor, because there were things there that she despised.

"Because I've almost finished reading everything else. Only the top floor is left. Please let me go, Mother."

Bibi Dong considered it for a moment before handing the token to Bibi Han.

"Thank you, Mother."

"Eat."

He trained in the morning and read in the afternoon. Bibi Han spent nearly every day like this. The reason he could take in so many books was that, after coming to this world, he had somehow gained Eidetic Memory.

When Bibi Dong heard about it, she was stunned. It was common knowledge that the better one's talent, the faster one learned and the stronger one's memory became. But even Bibi Dong herself could not achieve Eidetic Memory. Within her understanding, there was only one genius capable of it.

Watching Bibi Han's departing back, Bibi Dong's face was filled with deep worry. She muttered, "Little Han, if you really meet that person there, you can only rely on yourself. If your talent truly is that exceptional, Mother's current strength still cannot protect you."

After climbing six flights of stairs, Bibi Han arrived at the topmost Seventh Level. The Library Pavilion had seven levels, each containing books of corresponding value. The first level was open to anyone from Spirit City, and the books there were the most basic. The remaining levels required the appropriate authority.

The Seventh Level, in particular, could only be entered by the Pope and the consecrated elders.

Originally, the Saint Son, Saintess, and the elders of Elder Hall could also enter. However, for certain reasons, the Saint Son and Saintess could no longer enter, and naturally, elders of the same rank as them could not enter either unless they possessed a special token.

At the entrance to the Seventh Level, two powerful Soul Douluos stood guard.

Just one door, yet guarded by Soul Douluos. It was clear how much Spirit Hall valued this place. Even the Palace Knights of the Papal Palace were only Soul Kings.

A cold, emotionless voice came from their mouths, uttering two simple words. "Token."

Bibi Han extended his hand, and the token appeared.

The two stepped aside.

As he entered the Seventh Level and walked into a small building, Bibi Han's first impression was one of solemn weight. There were no Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures here, nor were there any Spirit Bones. Yet for Spirit Hall, this place contained items that even Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures and Spirit Bones could not compare to: historical records. There were not many books inside, but each bore obvious traces of time.

Directly ahead was an enormous painting that occupied a quarter of the small building. Its name was the Angel Suppressing Evil Diagram.

It depicted an incomparably beautiful angel with six wings growing from her back. She looked like a War Goddess, holding a sword as she suppressed ugly-faced, bloodthirsty, brutal Soul Masters below.

Bibi Han picked up a book and began reading. It was an ancient volume titled History of Martial Soul Hall. Spirit Hall had been founded on the year, month, and day recorded within. Calculating the time, it had already existed for ten thousand years.

Ten thousand years ago, Evil Soul Masters ran rampant across the continent, and the common people suffered greatly. At that time, a woman with six wings on her back appeared. Her eyes were filled with pity for the people of the world, while the sacred aura of light surrounding her made Evil Soul Masters fear her immensely. Her strength was formidable. With one person and one sword, she swept aside countless Evil Soul Masters before finally founding Spirit Hall. Heroes from all sides gathered together to eradicate the Evil Soul Masters and quell their chaos.

After she slew the Great Elder of the Evil Soul Masters, a terrifyingly powerful Rank 99 Limit Douluo, everyone on the continent revered her as the Angel God. She broke through the Hundredth Level and attained godhood, leaving Spirit Hall behind to continue suppressing Evil Soul Masters and safeguarding peace.

Closing the book, Bibi Han fell silent. Spirit Hall's history had actually surpassed that of the Two Great Empires. No wonder it was said that the Two Great Empires had always sought to weaken the influence of the gods while upholding the notion of Imperial Supremacy.

Having read the original work, Bibi Han knew exactly how disgusting the nobles of the Two Great Empires were. He smiled disdainfully. Heh, Imperial Supremacy? In the future, I'll show you what true supremacy is.

"Little friend, how is your reading going?"

A kind voice sounded out. Only then did Bibi Han notice an old man beside him, around sixty years old, dressed in a simple gray robe with an exceedingly gentle expression on his face.

"Mm, I've gained a great deal," Bibi Han replied.

Bibi Han had not recognized who this old man was at all. His mother had never told him the requirements for entering this place, so he assumed that having sufficient status was enough.

The old man seemed interested and asked, "What have you gained?"

After thinking for a moment, Bibi Han told the old man about it.

The old man nodded. "That's right. Evil Soul Masters do exist in this world, and they cannot be completely exterminated. Some fall because of their desire for power, while others are corrupted by twisted hearts."

"Grandfather, may I ask something? If a Soul Master were constantly bullied, could he become an Evil Soul Master?" Bibi Han asked.

The old man said, "It is possible. If the bullying twists their heart, causes them to pursue power, and leads them down the wrong path, they will become Evil Soul Masters."

Bibi Han had not read Douluo Dalu 2, but he had still heard some things from others.

In Douluo Dalu 2, Evil Soul Masters ran rampant and the common people could barely survive. Shrek, the strongest force that had replaced Spirit Hall, could raise its arms and summon dozens of Title Douluos to attack the Sun Moon Continent, yet it could not wipe out the Evil Soul Masters. The Clear Sky Sect remained aloof in seclusion and refused to interfere. It was willing to send people to protect Tang Wutong, but reluctant to contribute its strength for the common people of the continent. In the eyes of nobles, the common people were worth less than dogs.

Bibi Han narrowed his eyes. "I understand."

Those words carried a double meaning.

After that, the old man and the child continued chatting until dusk.

"It's almost time for dinner. Grandfather, I'll be leaving first."

The old man smiled as he watched Bibi Han's departing figure, then disappeared.