Spirit Hall's Foundation

"Tap... tap... tap..."

Crisp footsteps echoed through the corridor. Dressed in her Pope's robes, Bibi Dong headed toward the conference room with Wu Ling following behind her.

It was ten in the morning. A week had passed since the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament, and during that week, Wu Ling had made many preparations. The plan had finally begun yesterday afternoon.

Thinking of the plan Wu Ling had told her about yesterday afternoon, Bibi Dong still could not calm her heart even after an entire night had passed.

Listening to Wu Ling's footsteps behind her, Bibi Dong could not help sighing inwardly. What kind of genius disciple had I taken in?

Before long, Bibi Dong and Wu Ling arrived outside the conference room. The two guards at the door saluted Bibi Dong, then opened the doors and respectfully allowed Bibi Dong and Wu Ling to enter.

As Wu Ling passed the two guards, he sensed extraordinarily powerful Soul Power from them.

Soul Emperors? No, the feeling they gave me was already not far from Zhao Wuji and Flender's. So they were two Soul Saints?

Using Soul Saints as doormen... Even in Spirit City, Spirit Hall wasn't that lavish. This conference room was probably of the highest standard.

But it made sense. After all, based on what I told Teacher yesterday, it was likely that more than just the elders would be coming this time!

The moment Bibi Dong and Wu Ling entered, even Wu Ling, who often visited the Pope Palace, was startled by the magnificent conference room. It was practically more luxurious than the boss's office. However, considering that all the "shareholders," even the biggest "shareholder," would be gathering here for meetings, it seemed perfectly reasonable.

At the very center of the conference room stood a table twenty meters long. There were ten seats on each side, twenty in total, while a larger jade throne stood at each end of the table.

One jade throne bore a crown, representing the Pope. On the other sat a young maiden with three pairs of pure white wings behind her. Wu Ling recognized it at a glance as Spirit Hall's Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul.

When Bibi Dong entered, everyone present turned their gazes toward her, the Pope. Only one person looked at Wu Ling instead. Following that gaze, Wu Ling discovered that it was the Grand Priest, Qian Daoliu, seated beneath the Six-Winged Angel jade throne!

Wu Ling quickly lowered his head and continued following Bibi Dong toward the jade throne.

Once Bibi Dong took her seat, everyone had arrived.

Standing beside Bibi Dong, Wu Ling discreetly raised his head and swept his gaze around. Excluding himself, who was standing, there were exactly fifteen seated people. Being able to sit here meant that every one of them was a top Spirit Master of the continent—a Title Douluo!

The six men seated on either side of Qian Daoliu were Spirit Hall's current priests. Judging by their seats, Wu Ling only recognized Golden Crocodile Douluo and the brothers Qian Jun and Jiang Mo. Though he had heard of the others' great reputations, his strongest impression of them came from Jialing Pass, where three of them had been held off by Tang Xiao alone before being killed by the arriving reinforcements.

On either side of Bibi Dong sat Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo first. Further down were Demon Bear, Ghost Leopard, She Long, and Pufferfish, along with the current Seventh Elder.

Tuoba Xi was still a Soul Douluo, and Yu Xiaogang, the honorary elder, wasn't one either. So this Seventh Elder must be the Ninth Elder who would die together with Yu Yuanzhen in the future.

That meant the four guys who were beaten four-on-one by Yu Yuanzhen in the manga didn't seem to be here. But with their combat strength, it felt like even Dugu Bo could take on two of them at once.

Feeling the atmosphere within the conference room, Wu Ling quietly looked over the fifteen Title Douluo and could not stop his thoughts from wandering.

Fifteen Title Douluo. Was this Spirit Hall's foundation?

Only four years had passed. It was uncertain whether those elders of the Clear Sky Sect had reached Title Douluo yet. The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda had two, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon had one, and even adding Dugu Bo, the Heaven Dou Empire still had only half of Spirit Hall's high-level combat power.

Although there were still nearly ten years before the story began, so everyone's Soul Power Level was somewhat lower than in the original work, that was relative. The impact wouldn't be too great.

In other words, even if Qian Daoliu didn't act, Spirit Hall could still wipe out the Heaven Dou Empire with its overwhelming advantage.

Of course, after destroying the Heaven Dou Empire, the Star Luo Empire, which was evenly matched with Heaven Dou and even stronger militarily, would definitely attack Spirit Hall. But Qian Daoliu would never stand by and watch Spirit Hall be destroyed. Against the overwhelming power of a Limit Douluo, the Star Luo Empire, lacking equivalent strength, would also be wiped out.

Simply put, as long as Tang Chen, who had been parasitized by the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King, did not regain his consciousness, Spirit Hall could unify the entire continent even at the cost of severe losses.

Of course, this was merely Wu Ling's imagination. The people of Spirit Hall did not have Wu Ling's godlike perspective, so they certainly would not agree to stake their lives on unifying the continent. Besides, if they all died in the end, what would be the point of unifying it?

Even so, Wu Ling felt a surge of heroic spirit. With combat power this overwhelmingly dominant, if not for Tang San, tell him—what could the Spirit Hall Empire possibly lose with in the end?

In the original work, the Spirit Hall Empire's defeat ultimately came down to one person: Tang San. Now that I'm here to help, forget Tang San—even if eighteen generations of Tang Sect ancestors came, there'd be nothing to fear.

Everyone seated here was a top-tier powerhouse. To them, Wu Ling's furtive glances were no different from openly staring.

The elders on Bibi Dong's side were already familiar with Wu Ling, so they paid him no mind. Among the priests on the other side, one had originally intended to speak, but before doing so, he subconsciously glanced at Qian Daoliu. He found Qian Daoliu looking at Wu Ling with amusement in his eyes. After thinking it over, he decided to be magnanimous and ignored Wu Ling's staring.

"All right, Ling'er, stop sneaking peeks. Everyone here is a Title Douluo. As my disciple, just look openly."

"Understood, Teacher." After speaking, Wu Ling immediately stood at attention and began looking openly.

Seeing that Wu Ling showed no trace of timidity even after learning that everyone present was a Title Douluo, even the priests could not help praising him. "What admirable composure."

Neither Bibi Dong, the Pope, nor Qian Daoliu, the Grand Priest, spoke. Naturally, no one present dared to be the first to open their mouth.

Only when Wu Ling seemed to have seen enough did Qian Daoliu give a slight nod and say, "All right, Bibi Dong. If you suddenly convened a meeting of this level, just state your business."