Qian Daoliu

After Ghost Douluo took the Nether Other Shore Flower, the power of his Martial Soul Fusion Skill with Chrysanthemum Douluo, the Polar Static Domain, surged.

Even Bibi Dong had to be wary of their Martial Soul Fusion Skill. It was a strategic-level deterrent for Spirit Hall.

Gu Qingshan had not been idle, either.

He had taken a third Immortal Herb: Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew.

It was an extremely rare spiritual Immortal Herb. There was probably not another one anywhere on the continent.

After taking it, his spiritual power would increase dramatically, and he might even gain the abilities of "X-ray vision" and "far-sight."

The effects of Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew had exceeded his expectations.

His spiritual power had risen directly from an ordinary level six months ago to the level of a Soul Douluo.

His perception range stretched nine hundred meters, far beyond that of Soul Masters at his level, and even surpassing that of many Soul Douluos.

With his spiritual power bolstering him, his reaction speed, judgment, and control over the rhythm of battle had all improved by leaps and bounds.

His Soul Power had also reached Level 43. His health stood at 20,000, and his damage-reflection rate had risen to 90% (increasing by 10% with each major realm).

With 20,000 health, he had surpassed Soul Douluos, though he still fell short of Titled Douluos.

This physique was one of a kind in the entire Soul Master World.

He had hunted his third Soul Ring in Sunset Forest: a thirty-thousand-year-old Shadow Leopard.

Its Soul Skill was Indomitable Will: removes all control effects and restores some lost health.

It was a life-saving skill. When controlled, he could activate Indomitable Will to break free instantly and recover some health at the same time.

He had hunted his fourth Soul Ring in Star Dou Great Forest: a fifty-thousand-year-old Iron-Backed Dragon Rhino.

Its Soul Skill was Shield Slam: grants a shield equal to 30% of maximum health. While the shield is active, attacking with it deals physical damage to the target equal to the shield's value.

It was one of the few active attack skills available to shield warriors, and it came with a shield to boot.

Gu Qingshan was now two months shy of turning seven, yet his Soul Power had already reached Level 43, making him a Soul Ancestor. He was arguably the youngest Soul Ancestor in the history of the continent. Even Qian Renxue, whose Innate Soul Power was Level 20, couldn't compare.

The Worship Hall lay in the deepest part of Spirit Hall, surrounded by an aura that warned strangers to keep their distance.

Ordinarily, only the elders gathered there.

Today, that quiet was broken.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The sound of high heels clicking against the stone floor came from outside the hall.

Several worship elders were meditating in their places. Hearing the footsteps, they slowly opened their eyes.

"Bibi Dong?"

Bibi Dong visited the Worship Hall once in a while. It wasn't often, but it wasn't unusual, either. Still, not one of them rose to greet her.

Bibi Dong walked through the doors of the Worship Hall.

She was dressed in her formal papal robes as usual: a purple-and-gold gown, the Nine-Curved Purple Gold Crown, and the Pope Scepter.

The elders' gazes swept over Bibi Dong and moved away—then snapped back.

They froze. Every one of them.

Bibi Dong's face had changed.

She looked as she had at twenty, much younger than before.

Her skin was as smooth and tender as a freshly peeled egg, plump with youthful collagen.

Golden Crocodile Douluo was the first to react.

He was already over a hundred years old, and the second most powerful person in the Worship Hall after Qian Daoliu: a peak Peerless Douluo at Level 98.

He had lived long enough to see countless strange things, but never had he seen a woman in her forties turn back into a twenty-year-old overnight.

His pupils contracted slightly. At the peak of Level 98, that woman had grown stronger again.

He put aside his earlier casual demeanor. The Douluo Continent was, after all, a place where strength spoke.

The atmosphere in the Worship Hall turned serious.

Bibi Dong noticed it all and let the corners of her mouth lift slightly.

These worship elders were always so arrogant. They relied on their age, seniority, and strength, acting as if they were the greatest people under heaven.

She had been Pope for years. They treated her with respect on the surface, but deep down, they didn't take her seriously.

And now?

Every last one of them had fallen in line.

Bibi Dong was positively delighted.

The elders' gazes shifted from Bibi Dong to the child beside her, and once again, they all froze.

"Level 43 Soul Ancestor?"

"Gasp!"

Even these Super Douluos, all above Level 95, were stunned.

How old was this child? Six? Seven?

Level 43? That was absurd!

They had seen countless prodigies from Spirit Hall, the Heaven Dou Empire, the Star Luo Empire, and the core disciples of the great sects.

But they had never seen a child under seven reach Level 43. Even the young mistress, Qian Renxue, whose Innate Soul Power was Level 20, couldn't do it.

Golden Crocodile Douluo finally regained his composure and spoke. "Is this the disciple the Pope took in a while ago?"

Bibi Dong nodded, a trace of pride flashing in her violet eyes.

"That's right."

Golden Crocodile Douluo said nothing more. His gaze rested on Gu Qingshan and stayed there for a long time.

This child was advancing even faster than Qian Renxue.

Bibi Dong took in the elders' reactions, one by one, and felt absolutely marvelous—more marvelous than when she had taken the Narcissus Jade Muscle Bone.

She held herself with the authority of the Pope, her expression stern and composed, while the little person inside her stood with hands on hips, laughing triumphantly.

That's what you get for acting so high and mighty and treating me like I didn't matter. Stunned now, aren't you?

Just then, a golden figure emerged from the depths of the Worship Hall.

There was something about him that transcended both gender and age, and an elusive divine aura surrounded him.

Qian Daoliu.

The Grand Elder of Spirit Hall, heir to the Angel Martial Soul, and a Level 99 Peerless Douluo. He was the person on the continent closest to becoming a god.

"Grand Elder!"

The elders bowed in greeting.

Bibi Dong's body tensed slightly. A soft purple glow lit the tip of the Pope Scepter, and an invisible pressure emanated from her, meeting the divine aura around Qian Daoliu in a subtle contest.

At the same time, she shifted half a step to the side, discreetly placing herself between Gu Qingshan and him.

Qian Daoliu looked at Bibi Dong. His golden eyes lingered on her for two seconds, and his pupils shifted slightly.

He could tell that her aura had grown considerably stronger since their last meeting.

But his expression did not change.

The pressure vanished in an instant.

Qian Daoliu's gaze moved from Bibi Dong to Gu Qingshan, and at last, his impassive expression changed.

In his hundred-plus years, he had seen countless geniuses, countless monsters, countless astonishing talents.

Never before had anyone managed to alter Qian Daoliu's expression, not even by the slightest degree.

Never.

Today, that record was broken.

"Very good. He's a fine prospect."

Gu Qingshan stepped out from behind Bibi Dong, walked forward two steps, stopped, and bowed slightly.

"Qingshan pays his respects to the Grand Elder!"