Deep within Spirit City lay the Worship Hall.
This was an edifice even grander and more sacred than the Pope Palace, perpetually shrouded in a faint golden radiance.
At the center of the great hall stood a Six-Winged Angel statue dozens of meters tall. It held a holy sword and gazed sorrowfully down upon the world below.
The candle flames swayed without wind, stretching the shadow of the man standing before the statue.
Qian Daoliu wore a plain gray robe, his full head of golden hair meticulously groomed.
With his hands behind his back, he raised his head. His golden eyes calmly watched the Sky Screen projected through the dome of the hall.
Within the image, a figure wildly swinging a massive black hammer through the wilderness of the Australia Continent resembled an ancient demon god that knew no fatigue.
"Great Sumeru Hammer... Ring Detonation..."
His gaze followed the image, lingering briefly on the great hammer before shifting to the dense red light surrounding the burly man.
That icy killing intent, as though it sought to drag heaven, earth, and all creation into an endless sea of blood, made even Qian Daoliu feel a chill.
"It really is you. And you seem to have grown stronger."
For that brief instant, indescribable delight rose in the heart of this level ninety-nine Peerless Douluo, who stood at the very pinnacle of the Douluo Continent.
He was too lonely.
In this world, there were only two people of his generation whom he truly regarded as equals.
One was Bo Saixi, far away on Sea God Island, who could suppress him through the power of the ocean.
The other was Tang Chen, who had once clashed with him head-on on the mainland with a Clear Sky Hammer and had even faintly held the upper