The day of the Seven Great Sects' re-selection had finally arrived.
Spirit City was especially lively that day. At daybreak, a long line had already formed beneath Pope Mountain.
The sect banners snapped in the morning breeze, their embroidered emblems gleaming in the dawn light.
The lesser-known sects treated this re-selection as the most important event in their history. Their sect masters personally led their troops, their elders had all turned out, and their disciples wore brand-new uniforms.
Pope Mountain stood at the very center of Spirit City, the highest point in the entire city.
On both sides of the stone steps leading to the summit, pairs of Hall Guard Knights stood every few paces. They wore gleaming silver full-body armor that glinted coldly in the morning light.
From the foot of the mountain to its summit, two rows of Hall Guard Knights stretched all the way to the entrance of the Pope Palace.
The imposing sight made many Soul Masters visiting Spirit Hall for the first time unconsciously slow their steps and lower their voices. Even their breathing grew cautious.
This was Spirit Hall, the holy land of the continent's Soul Masters.
Its authority had been forged through real strength and bloodshed.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's procession led the way. Ning Fengzhi wore a pale gold robe, his hair tied behind his head with a jade hairpin. His face was refined, and his steps unhurried.
With him were Sword Douluo Chen Xin, several Soul Douluo elders, and dozens of core disciples.
With a lineup like this, no sect on the continent would dare look down on them. But Ning Fengzhi kept a low profile. After all, he had clashed with the Martial Soul Hall Holy Son before. He had even left Ning Rongrong behind, worried that the