The Holy Son's Position is Thoroughly Solidified

Inside the Cloud Condensing Pavilion.

Su Chen sat cross-legged on the soft bed.

Black and white soul power alternated and circulated continuously across the surface of his body.

His breathing was extremely steady.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

He had not stepped a single half-step outside his room.

The Chaos God-Demon Art operated tirelessly within his body.

His level twenty Innate Full Soul Power was repeatedly compressed and refined.

His meridians became increasingly wide and resilient under the scouring of his soul power.

His perfect body, transformed by the Marrow Cleansing Pill, had completely adapted to this immense energy.

He now only needed an outlet.

A thousand-year soul ring capable of bearing his talent.

Just as Su Chen was in seclusion.

The high-level structure of Martial Soul Hall was undergoing subtle changes.

Worship Hall.

The massive statue of the Six-Winged Angel radiated a soft glow.

Second Worship Golden Crocodile Douluo knelt on one knee beneath the statue.

He was reporting everything that had happened at the training grounds to Great Worship Qian Daoliu, who stood before the statue.

Without the slightest exaggeration or embellishment.

He recounted in full detail how Su Chen had defeated Lei Tian in one move and crushed Hu Liena with pure physical strength.

Only the echoes of Golden Crocodile Douluo remained in the vast, empty hall.

Qian Daoliu stood with his back to Golden Crocodile Douluo.

He remained silent for a long time.

Golden Crocodile Douluo kept his head lowered.

Waiting for the Great Worship's decree.

"Pure physical strength crushing a level twenty-one control-type Soul Grand Master."

Qian Daoliu finally spoke.

His voice carried a hint of unconcealable surprise.

"To even be able to injure Hu Liena's sea of consciousness with materialized spiritual power without releasing a martial soul. Are you certain you did not missee it?"

"This subordinate saw it very clearly."

Golden Crocodile Douluo replied.

"He did not use a single shred of soul power; it was a complete dimensional strike. That level of physical strength and spiritual power simply does not belong to a six-year-old child. Even the descendants of the Angel lineage in our Worship Hall, raised from birth in medicinal baths, could not reach such a level when awakening their martial souls."

Qian Daoliu turned around.

A complex light flickered in his aged eyes.

He recalled the look in Su Chen's eyes when he resisted him at the Awakening Plaza.

There was no awe of the divine in that gaze.

Only absolute confidence and self.

"Materialized spiritual power."

Qian Daoliu murmured.

"This is the confidence Bibi Dong had to take him as her disciple. With this kind of spiritual power, the deadlock of conflicting twin martial souls no longer exists."

Qian Daoliu sighed.

He knew he had missed out on a true monster.

But the interests of Martial Soul Hall were above all else.

Regardless of whether Su Chen was in the Pope Palace or the Worship Hall.

He was, after all, a member of Martial Soul Hall.

As long as he could grow up smoothly.

The grand ambition of Martial Soul Hall to unify the continent could be realized in his generation.

"Transmit my oracle."

Qian Daoliu's gaze became firm.

"All personnel of the Worship Hall: from this day forward, fully recognize Su Chen's status as the Holy Son of Martial Soul Hall. No one is permitted to target him for any reason. If he requires resources, half of the Worship Hall's treasury is to be opened to him."

Golden Crocodile Douluo felt a jolt in his heart.

He immediately bowed his head to accept the order.

"As you command."

He knew.

With this divine decree issued by the Great Worship, Su Chen's status as the Holy Son would be as solid as a rock.

There would never again be a single dissenting voice within Martial Soul Hall.

Inside the main hall of the Pope Palace.

Bibi Dong sat upright upon the Pope Throne.

Standing below were hundreds of Cardinals.

The atmosphere within the grand hall was solemn.

Bibi Dong was issuing a series of commands.

"Have the carrier pigeons and fast horses been dispatched?"

Bibi Dong asked.

A Cardinal immediately stepped forward.

"Reporting to Your Excellency the Pope, the invitations were sent out overnight. The royal families of the Heaven Dou Empire and Star Luo Empire, the masters of the Lower Four Sects, and the principals of all major high-level Soul Master Academies are already on their way to Martial Soul City."

Bibi Dong nodded slightly.

She wanted the entire continent to know.

That Martial Soul Hall had birthed a Holy Son with innate full soul power of level twenty.

This was a form of deterrence against the two great empires and those disobedient sects.

It was a display of Martial Soul Hall's absolute foundation.

"How is the security for the ceremony?"

Bibi Dong looked toward Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei, who were standing to the side.

"Rest assured, Your Excellency. Martial Soul City is under total lockdown. The city defense forces have tripled their patrol shifts. The Temple Knight Order is stationed at Pope Plaza. We will ensure no petty scoundrels can sneak in."

Yue Guan replied respectfully.

Bibi Dong was very satisfied.

She looked at Yue Guan and Gui Mei below.

"For the trip to the Star Dou Great Forest after the ceremony, you two must be on high alert. Su Chen insists on absorbing a thousand-year soul ring beyond his rank. You are well aware of the risks involved."

"If he shows any signs that his meridians cannot withstand it, interrupt him immediately. Even if it means he suffers a backlash and loses some cultivation, you must save his life."

Bibi Dong's tone was stern.

"Your subordinates understand."

Yue Guan and Gui Mei answered in unison.

They knew full well the value Su Chen held for Martial Soul Hall right now.

They absolutely could not allow even the slightest mishap.

In the Martial Soul Hall High-Level Infirmary.

Hu Liena lay on a hospital bed.

Her arms had been completely set by healing-type soul masters.

The fractured bones had knitted back together.

Yet, she appeared utterly dejected.

Her eyes stared blankly at the ceiling.

The image of Su Chen piercing through the adamantine rock with a single finger replayed in her mind over and over.

The pride she had built up since childhood had been shattered into pieces.

The door to the ward was pushed open.

Bibi Dong walked in slowly.

She arrived at the bedside.

She looked at this disciple who had once been her most prized pupil.

"Still thinking about what happened on the arena stage?"

Bibi Dong pulled over a chair and sat down.

Hu Liena's eyes turned red.

She struggled to sit up.

"Teacher, I am too useless. I couldn't even take a single move from him. I have brought shame upon you."

Bibi Dong shook her head.

"It is no shame to lose to him. Among the entire younger generation of Martial Soul Hall, no one can withstand a single move from him."

Hu Liena was stunned.

She looked at Bibi Dong in confusion.

Bibi Dong revealed the full truth of Su Chen's background.

"Innate full soul power of level twenty, a supreme god-level Twin Martial Souls, and innate materialized spiritual power."

These three phrases exploded in Hu Liena's ears like thunder.

Her mind went blank in an instant.

She finally understood what kind of monster she had challenged.

This was simply not a talent that a human could possess.

No wonder Su Chen didn't even release his Martial Soul.

It was because she simply did not have the qualifications to force him to use it.

"He is destined to stand at the very pinnacle of the continent."

Bibi Dong reached out and stroked Hu Liena's short hair.

"I am telling you this today not to discourage you, but to let you see the gap and cast aside your meaningless pride."

"He is the Holy Son of Martial Soul Hall and your future junior brother. What you must do is not envy him, but cultivate desperately to catch up to him, or at least not be left too far behind."

Hu Liena bit her lower lip tightly.

A trace of blood seeped out.

The confusion and frustration in her eyes gradually faded.

In their place was a strong sense of defiance.

"Teacher, I understand. Once my injuries heal, I will immediately apply to enter Death Canyon for training."

A glimmer of gratification flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes.

Hu Liena's path of the heart had been preserved.

It had even become more resilient.

The appearance of Su Chen was like a catfish in a tank, completely activating the competitive spirit of the younger generation in Martial Soul Hall.

Early on the third morning.

Sunlight bathed Martial Soul City.

On the Pope Plaza outside the Cloud Condensing Pavilion, the heavy bells were struck.

Clang.

Clang.

The bells rang nine times in succession.

The melodious sound spread to every corner of Martial Soul City.

This was the highest-ranking ceremonial rite of Martial Soul Hall.

It signified that the Holy Son Investiture Ceremony had officially begun.

Inside the Cloud Condensing Pavilion, Su Chen slowly opened his eyes.

The black and white vortex in his dantian faded away.

He exhaled a puff of white mist.

His internal state had reached its absolute peak for the time being.

The door was tapped lightly.

Two high-ranking maids walked into the room carrying a tray.

On the tray lay a magnificent Holy Son Ceremonial Robe.

The robe was based in pure black, embroidered with gold thread depicting a Six-Winged Angel crossed with the Pope's scepter.

The collar and cuffs were inlaid with the crystal cores of top-tier soul beasts.

The material was extremely luxurious.

"Young Master, the ceremony is about to begin. Please change your attire."

The maid bowed her head respectfully.

Su Chen stood up.

Under the maid's service, he took off his casual clothes.

He changed into the heavy Holy Son Ceremonial Robe.

The robe fit his physique perfectly.

The black and gold colors set off his temperament, making him appear incomparably noble and filled with a sense of oppression.

He hung the Purple Gold Pope Token at his waist.

He turned and walked toward the door.

In the corridor outside the door.

Two rows of Temple Knights holding long halberds were already lined up and waiting.

Upon seeing Su Chen emerge.

All the knights knelt on one knee in perfect unison.

Their armor clattered with a crisp sound.

"Greetings, Your Highness the Holy Son."

The knights shouted in unison.

Four Cardinals stepped forward.

They led the way in front.

Su Chen strode forward.

He followed the long white jade steps down toward the Pope Plaza below.

The plaza was already packed with a sea of people.

The hundreds of thousands of soul masters from Martial Soul Hall were arranged in neat phalanxes.

On the high platforms on both sides of the plaza.

Exclusive viewing seats had been set up.

The envoy delegations from the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire sat on the left.

Their expressions were varied.

The sect masters and elders of the Lower Four Sects sat on the right.

Representatives from various high-level Soul Master Academies were also seated.

Everyone's gaze was focused on the long white jade steps at the main entrance of the Pope Palace.

They all wanted to see with their own eyes.

Just who this Holy Son, who could cause Martial Soul Hall to make such a grand display, really was.

In the center of the plaza.

Bibi Dong held her scepter.

Wearing a purple gold crown.

She sat upright on the Pope Throne at the highest point.

All the Titled Douluo from the Worship Hall and the Elder Hall were lined up on both sides.

The lineup was unprecedentedly powerful.

Following the announcement of the leading Cardinal.

Su Chen's figure finally appeared at the top of the steps.

He looked down from above at the hundreds of thousands of people in the plaza.

Facing the gazes of all the forces across the continent.

Su Chen did not show a hint of stage fright.

With a calm expression, he took his first step.

The era that belonged to him.

Had completely begun from this moment.