In the blink of an eye, two days passed, and Ye Xuan returned to Spirit Hall after four years away.
However, Spirit Hall had now been renamed the Spirit Hall Empire, and he, the Holy Son of Spirit Hall, had likewise become the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall Empire.
Above Spirit City, the clouds seemed to be swept aside by an invisible force as a nine-colored streak of light tore through the sky and slowly descended upon the heart of the Spirit Hall Empire.
Pope Palace Plaza.
As the radiance faded, it revealed four figures.
Ye Xuan had changed into a black Holy Son robe embroidered with golden patterns. Nine nine-colored soul rings flickered around him, while the aura of a level ninety-five Super Douluo enveloped his body, perfectly restrained. Only those near him could feel that suffocating pressure.
Bo Saixi stood at his side, her blue hair cascading like a waterfall and her white clothes whiter than snow. Her god-level aura was as tranquil as the deep sea, yet carried an inviolable holiness and majesty.
Dugu Bo and his granddaughter followed behind them. The Jade Phosphorus Purple Mist contrasted with Dugu Yan's goose-yellow dress, and their eyes were filled with reverence and unease.
In four years, Spirit City had long since lost its former appearance.
The old Spirit Hall plaque had been taken down and replaced by four gilded characters: "Spirit Hall Empire." They were imposing and domineering, revealing an ambition to unify the continent.
On the plaza, the soul master guard wore uniform black armor, with the emblem of the Spirit Hall Empire hanging from their waists. Their gazes were sharp and their auras disciplined, clearly the result of rigorous training.
"Welcome back, Your Highness the Holy Son!"
No one knew who shouted first, but the soul