What Are You Kneeling For? Does Tang Chen Need to Kneel to You?

The side doors of Papal Hall slowly opened, and twelve cardinals clad in scarlet robes filed out.

Their toes touched the white marble steps, their strides as orderly as a ceremonial guard.

They stopped on the white jade platform before the hall, dividing into two solemn ranks on either side of the Papal Hall's main entrance.

"His Holiness the Pope—has arrived!"

"Long live! Long live! Long live!"

Cheers that shook heaven and earth erupted like thunder from the ranks of the Hall Guardian Knights, instantly sweeping across all of Spirit City.

Even the soul masters blocked by the barrier at the foot of the mountain, unable to approach even the stone steps of Papal Mountain, raised their heads and shouted in unison.

To them, the Pope was the sole faith of the soul master world.

The enormous purple-gold hall doors slowly opened inward under the pull of winches.

The six Spirit Hall Emblems engraved upon them gradually separated as the gap widened, revealing the deep and luxurious shadows within the hall.

Everyone present seemed drawn by invisible threads, their gazes fixed tightly upon the slowly widening crack in the doors. Even their breathing unconsciously softened.

Qian Renxue was the first to step out of the hall.

She wore a long ceremonial gown of dazzling, flowing gold.

The hundred red, blue, and gold gemstones adorning the dress refracted specks of light, as though a galaxy had been woven into the fabric.

The cluster of jewels upon her Purple Gold Crown reflected countless rays of golden light, enveloping her in a sacred halo.

At the top of the Pope's Scepter clenched in her right hand, a pigeon-blood ruby danced with an eerie flame beneath the sunlight.

Her expression was solemn as an ice sculpture, and an oppressive aura radiated from her body.