The massive doors of the Pope Palace, over ten meters tall, thundered open.
Under the eyes of the assembled crowd, Bibi Dong emerged with a solemn expression, her steps light and graceful.
Clad in a specially tailored, radiant purple-and-gold ceremonial gown, with the Nine-Curved Purple Gold Crown on her head and the Pope Scepter in her hand, her fair skin and almost flawless features made her look utterly extraordinary.
The dazzling gown fitted her perfectly from head to toe. Embroidered with golden patterns, it glittered with the light of over a hundred red, blue, and gold gemstones.
The Nine-Curved Purple Gold Crown atop her head shone with myriad rays, lending her an almost unreal presence, as though her stature had grown boundless.
She held the nearly two-meter-long scepter, studded with countless gemstones and symbolizing the Pope's authority. At that moment, all radiance converged upon her alone.
No one even paid attention to her exquisite beauty. At this moment, she embodied nothing but the majesty of Spirit Hall's reigning Pope.
"We pay our respects to Her Holiness the Pope!"
Every Spirit Master belonging to Spirit Hall dropped to one knee in salute, their cries rising like roaring mountains and surging seas.
The atmosphere at that instant defied description. Even Spirit Masters who did not belong to Spirit Hall felt an urge to prostrate themselves in worship amid the cries from every direction. They instinctively bent their knees and knelt, offering their respect.
Five people followed behind Bibi Dong.
At their head was a young man of about eighteen. He stood tall and straight, with sword-like brows, star-bright eyes, and remarkably handsome features. His bearing was peaceful and serene, gentle as polished jade, inspiring a sense of warmth and closeness.
His magnificent clothes, woven with gold and embroidered with silver, made him