(Primordial Spirit Beast, pictures with permission.)
Two days later.
Morning time.
The Pope succession ceremony that had been highly publicized was finally held as scheduled on Spirit City.
Both sides of the street were decorated with lights, red silk fluttering, and golden lanterns swaying gently in the breeze, like a flowing golden ocean.
People came from all directions and crowded the streets.
A red carpet embroidered with golden cloud patterns spread out from the Worship Hall and continued to the front door of the Pope Hall.
On both sides of the red carpet, every few steps stood a strong man wearing golden armor, his back straight, his eyes like a torch, and the spear in his hand glowed coldly in the sun.
Representatives of the major forces and numerous branch hall masters of the Spirit Hall lined up on both sides of the red carpet, quietly waiting for the figure who was about to walk out of the Worship Hall.
They wore all kinds of dresses, some were solemn, some were gorgeous, some were elegant, and everyone was dressed meticulously.
Their expressions varied, either calm, nervous, or uneasy, but everyone's eyes fell on the closed door of the Worship Hall.
After a while.
Worship Hall's door was slowly pushed open, and a young and handsome figure slowly walked out.
Zhao Linchuan is wearing a golden and white Pope robe. The robe is embroidered with fine cloud patterns and sword-shaped patterns with gold thread, shining brightly in the sun.
"Why is it him?"
Upon seeing this, the representatives of the major forces immediately started a commotion, whispering to each other, and the buzzing discussions came one after another like a tide.
"Shouldn't Pope be Holy Maiden Bibi Dong?"
"I don't know, what is going on...?"
Spirit Hall is a very calm person, with a straight back, straight eyes, and no wave on his face. He has obviously received some message in advance.
Representatives Star Luo Empire and Heaven Dou Empire froze in place, sweating profusely.
Their faces were pale, and large beads of sweat oozed from their foreheads, dripping down the tips of their noses. The robes on their backs were soaked with sweat and stuck tightly to their skin.
Now the problem is big. The new Pope is not the Bibi Dong who has no political means. This makes the countermeasures and excuses they prepared before directly ineffective.
If he wants to save face and pursues something, then the problem will be really big.
About a quarter of an hour later.
Pope Hall ago.
The six worshippers, headed by Yan Lingji and Bibi Dong, were quietly standing in front of the temple, waiting for the arrival of Zhao Linchuan.
Yan Lingji stood at the front, her face was calm and calm, with a faint smile on her lips, and her eyes were filled with the joy of "my man has finally come this far."
Bibi Dong stood beside her, wearing a lavender dress and feeling very cheerful.
Yes, Yan Lingji and Bibi Dong are all settled in the Worship Hall.
At the same time, Bibi Dong also took the position of Judgment Elder.
It can be said that in terms of identity and status alone, Bibi Dong is second only to Zhao Linchuan and Qian Daoliu among the Spirit Hall.
In addition, it is worth mentioning that Golden Crocodile, the teacher of Zhao Linchuan, did not attend this ceremony.
Due to the previous joining of Yan Lingji, in order not to call Yan Lingji "Second Sister", Golden Crocodile directly chose to go to the quiet room to retreat.
What's funny is that Golden Crocodile's front foot was in retreat, but Yan Lingji's back foot broke through the realm of Limit Douluo.
I don't know what kind of expression Second Worship, who is much older than Qian Daoliu, will look like after he has gone through so much trouble to get out of seclusion.
At that time, can he lower his face and call his apprentice wife "Second Sister"?
"The people are here, get ready."
Guang Ling Douluo whispered instructions, his voice was very low, but it was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.
Upon hearing this, everyone quickly divided into two teams, opened a passage, and quietly waited for the arrival of Zhao Linchuan.
"Boom boom boom--!"
The salute sounded, deafening, and twenty-four salutes exploded in the sky, like thunder rolling across the sky, shaking the clouds away.
Zhao Linchuan walked slowly, passed through the crowd, and entered Pope Hall.
Inside the palace.
Qian Daoliu and Qian Xunji were waiting on both sides. They stretched out their hands and made a gesture of invitation.
"Please."
Zhao Linchuan nodded slightly and kept walking towards the throne of Pope.
His eyes fell on the golden throne. There was no greed or excitement in his eyes, only a calm calmness.
Qian Daoliu father and son looked at each other, their eyes collided in the air for a moment, and then followed Zhao Linchuan silently.
In front of the Pope throne, Zhao Linchuan stood with his hands behind his hands and carefully looked at the throne that symbolized power.
His eyes stayed on the throne for a moment, then slowly turned around and looked flatly at the many worshippers and elders in the hall.
At the same time, Qian Daoliu and Qian Xunji came from both sides. Qian Xunji held a tray in his hand. Inside the tray were placed the crown and scepter that symbolized the power of Pope.
The two stood still in front of Zhao Linchuan. Qian Daoliu turned sideways and reached out to pick up the crown from the tray. Then he stepped forward and respectfully put the crown on Zhao Linchuan's slightly bowed head.
Immediately afterwards, Qian Daoliu turned around again, raised the scepter with both hands, then turned around and offered it with both hands, his movements were respectful and solemn, like a loyal minister offering his authority to the king.
It can be said that Qian Family and his son gave Zhao Linchuan enough face and specifications this time.
There is no other possibility for father and son to co-host a ceremony with such an attitude except Angel God descending to earth.
Zhao Linchuan raised his right hand, took the scepter from Qian Daoliu's hand, and then raised it high above his head. The top of the scepter shone in the light, like a bright star.
He spoke loudly, his voice loud and majestic.
"Spirit Hall, will be stronger!!"
Qian Xunji knelt on one knee, supported his knee with one hand and supported the ground with the other, lowered his head, and shouted respectfully, "Long live!!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone in His Highness knelt down, and even Qian Daoliu bowed slightly and folded his hands on his lower abdomen to show respect.
"Long live!!"
"Long live!!!"
"Long live!!!!"
For a time, the sound of shouting was endless, like a mountain roaring and a tsunami, one wave higher than the other, echoing back and forth in the hall.
In this way, Spirit Hall ushered in the first Pope who was not the owner of Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul. This is a move worthy of being recorded in history.
Thousands of years later, a separate volume was opened for him in history books, and a new class was added for him in schools. His legends are everywhere in the world.
What, I missed the plot of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect.
Previously, I was half-convinced when I saw the protagonist, thinking that the plot of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect was over...
I didn't expect that I skipped the level too quickly and missed this matter...
The heroine asked: When I filled out the character cards before, I filled in more than a dozen heroines at once.
Now here comes the problem, I can't make up so many emotional lines...
Therefore, we may skip the timeline later to bring the emotional line through.