The Heavenly Dao as Matchmaker, Fortune Gathers Eighteen Layers of Betrothal Gifts!

Hearing the deacon's distorted shriek, the expressions of Bibi Dong, Hu Liena, and Xie Yue shifted simultaneously!

"Purple-gold light?"

Bibi Dong's heart sank. Without a moment to spare, she flashed, instantly appearing outside the Pope Palace.

Hu Liena and Xie Yue followed closely behind. The three of them looked up at the sky above Martial Soul City almost in unison.

At just a single glance, even with Bibi Dong's temperament, her pupils contracted violently.

The clear, cloudless sky had been torn open by what looked like an invisible giant hand, revealing a hideous gash!

It was a massive rift in the void, pitch-black and deep, as if leading to another unknown world.

At this moment, endless purple-gold divine light poured madly from the rift, like a celestial river flowing backward, shrouding the entire majestic Martial Soul City in a magnificent yet eerie glow.

"What... what kind of power is this?"

Xie Yue's face turned pale. Under the radiance of this purple-gold light, the soul power within him became incredibly sluggish, as if it were about to be frozen solid.

Bibi Dong did not answer; her expression was grave as never before.

The Rakshasa God power within her surged instinctively, attempting to resist this pressure, only to find that her divine power was as insignificant as a stream meeting a vast ocean in the face of this purple-gold light!

Just then, an ancient scroll, entirely purple-gold in color, descended slowly from the void rift.

The edges of the scroll were carved with intricate and exquisite nine-tailed fox patterns. Under the reflection of the purple-gold light, these patterns seemed to come alive, constantly moving and flickering across the scroll, radiating a heart-stopping spirituality.

Hum—!

As the scroll descended, a pressure a hundred times more terrifying than before instantly enveloped the entire Martial Soul City!

This pressure was gentle yet carried an irresistible supreme will, as if the will of heaven and earth itself had descended.

"Ah!"

Countless soul masters within Martial Soul City let out painful groans.

Those with beast souls felt an irresistible tremor from the depths of their souls—it was an absolute suppression originating from the hierarchy of life!

Especially those with fox-type martial souls; they could not even scream before their legs went weak.

They knelt down in droves with a series of thuds, their bodies trembling violently like chaff, their eyes filled with the most primitive awe and submission.

Even powerhouses at the Title Douluo level had flushed faces, exerting every ounce of their soul power just to remain standing, yet everyone's breathing became rapid, their eyes filled with horror as they looked toward the sky.

As for the ordinary soul masters, they had long since collapsed to the ground, lacking even the strength to stand.

The ordinary citizens in the city, however, were completely stunned by this miraculous sight. Unable to feel the terrifying pressure directed at the soul masters, they felt only that they were bathing in sacred light.

In an instant, countless people knelt, hands clasped, praying piously toward the sky, their mouths chanting words of blessing.

"A miracle! This must be a miracle!"

"The gods have descended upon our Martial Soul City!"

In front of the Pope Palace, Bibi Dong's face had turned unsightly to the extreme.

She stared fixedly at the slowly descending Purple Gold Marriage Contract, a stormy sea churning in her heart.

What is this thing?

How could it trigger such a terrifying celestial phenomenon?

This pressure far exceeded the scope of her understanding; it was even more terrifying than the Rakshasa God consciousness she had sensed!

Just then, under the gaze of the masses, the Purple Gold Marriage Contract slowly unfolded in mid-air.

In an instant, a grand, solemn, and ancient Sanskrit chant resonated out of thin air.

The sound seemed to come from the primordial era, crossing endless time and space to clearly reach the ears of everyone in Martial Soul City.

Even more peculiar was that amidst the solemn chanting, there were crisp, melodious fox cries that seemed to pierce the soul.

Hearing these fox cries, Hu Liena's delicate body shuddered violently. She felt as if the demon fox martial soul within her were boiling, uncontrollably wanting to prostrate itself in worship!

Following this, the grand Sanskrit began to recite the contents of the scroll.

Every word was like a divine decree, containing undeniable truths of the Great Dao:

"I, Master of Taixu Temple, the ancient Celestial Master Shen Yichen!"

The voice was not loud, yet it rang clearly in the depths of everyone's soul.

"Inheriting the ancient Green Hill alliance, with the Heavenly Dao as the matchmaker and the Fox Clan as witness, I choose the Martial Soul Hall Saintess Hu Liena to be my dao companion!"

Boom!

Once these words were spoken, everyone in front of the Pope Palace—and indeed, everyone in Martial Soul City who heard them—found their minds instantly blank!

What?

Master of Taixu Temple? Ancient Celestial Master?

Proposing marriage... to the Saintess of Martial Soul Hall?!

Bibi Dong's body stiffened. She turned her head abruptly to look at Hu Liena, who stood beside her with an equally dazed expression.

And that grand voice continued to recite, giving no one time to think:

"Heaven and earth condense eighteen layers of betrothal gifts, arriving from the east, to celebrate my dao companion!"

"Once the eighteen layers of betrothal gifts are complete, I shall personally descend upon Martial Soul City to marry my dao companion and bear witness to eternity together!"

Finally, that voice seemed to carry a hint of a smile, transforming into a gentle yet incomparably overbearing sentence that resonated directly within Hu Liena's mind:

"Hu Liena, simply await the auspicious date."

As the voice faded, the grand Sanskrit chants and fox cries that filled the heavens and earth slowly dissipated as well.

The Purple Gold Marriage Contract, which had announced this earth-shattering news, drifted gently in the air before transforming into a streak of light, landing precisely atop Hu Liena's head.

It hovered there, emitting a soft and intimate purple-gold radiance that enveloped her entire being.

In an instant, the terrifying pressure that had left every soul master in the city unable to breathe vanished without a trace.

The plaza in front of the Pope Palace fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone stared at this inconceivable scene, dumbfounded, their faces etched with expressions of utter disbelief.

Using the Heavenly Dao as a matchmaker?

Using the Fox Clan as witnesses?

And what of those... eighteen layers of betrothal gifts condensed by heaven and earth?

This... this was even more exaggerated than the descent of a god!

No one could have imagined that someone would propose to the Saintess of their Martial Soul Hall in such an overbearing and incredible manner!

This was no longer a proposal; it was a declaration!

A declaration to the entire continent that Hu Liena was his woman!

Xie Yue stared blankly at his sister, who was shrouded in that purple-gold light, his mouth agape, yet he could not utter a single word.

He wanted to be furious, to roar, to demand to know who this fellow named Shen Yichen was, but in the face of the pressure still lingering deep within his soul, he could not even muster a single thought of resistance.

Bibi Dong's chest heaved violently as she looked at the marriage contract radiating supreme dao charm above Hu Liena's head, her eyes flickering with suspicion, anger, apprehension... a myriad of complex emotions.

And as the center of it all, Hu Liena herself was completely stunned.

Her mind was buzzing, a total blank.