The Second to Last Monarch of Spirit Hall

"Little Jier, do you want a little sister?"

An elderly man with a dignified, handsome face and white hair and beard, dressed in a golden robe, held a month-old infant and smiled.

"Great Consecrator, as the Pope, I am occupied with a thousand tasks a day and truly cannot spare the time. Furthermore, this Pope's heart is filled with the affairs of the nine provinces and ten thousand states; such trivial matters as child-rearing should be left to the servants."

The speaker was none other than Qian Xunji. His brows were tightly furrowed, and although he appeared to be a middle-aged man, he looked more than a decade older than his own father.

Having served as the Pope of Spirit Hall for less than two years, he had tasted the sweetness of power and was incredibly conceited. The father and son, once inseparable, were now no different from strangers.

The old man was the Great Consecrator of the Consecration Hall, the only normal ninety-nine-level Limit Douluo on the continent—Qian Daoliu.

He sighed deeply and said:

"Little Jier, you are becoming less and less like my son. I only hope you can become a qualified Pope. Never forget the teachings of our angel ancestors: only virtue and wisdom can command the respect of others..."

Seeing Qian Xunji's bureaucratic attitude, Qian Daoliu instantly switched into his "Great Consecrator" role and began a lecture.

After recounting a long list of the glorious deeds of the Angel God from ten thousand years ago, Qian Daoliu's expression softened as a father, and he said:

"Little Jier, you haven't even asked me where the child in my arms came from. Don't you have anything you want to ask?"

"Father, I still have official business to attend to, so please forgive me. Yue Guan, see the guest out."

Chrysanthemum Douluo fidgeted, but eventually stepped forward and reached out his hand.

"Great Consecrator, please."

Qian Daoliu shook his head, offered one final piece of advice, and left holding the child.

"I hope you do not get stuck in a dead end and do something impulsive. A leader needs not only majesty but also benevolence. Do not push the two great empires too hard..."

"Yes, Father."

Having left the oppressive Pope's Palace, Qian Daoliu rubbed his forehead in frustration.

"My foolish, love-struck brother! I don't know who he inherited it from; he has a child and then ignores it, tossing it to me while he goes off to travel the world with his beautiful wife!"

The infant in Qian Daoliu's arms was none other than the daughter of his brother, Qian Daoyuan—Qian Xunqian.

With a name in an ABA format, one could assume this child was not exactly normal.

Indeed, that was the case:

Qian Xunqian was one of the many from Blue Star who had transmigrated into the Douluo Continent.

Qian Xunqian slowly opened her eyes.

"!"

"I finally researched the age-reversal potion!"

She flushed with excitement. To Qian Daoliu, it was terrifying; the child was as red as a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring. He feared something had gone wrong!

He rushed off to find a physician.

"No! Something is ten thousand percent wrong!"

Qian Xunqian scanned her surroundings. The architecture resembled the Western Middle Ages, and transportation was still limited to feudal-era carriages. Oh no!

"Could it be that I invented a time-reversal potion?"

In the end, the power of metaphysics taught her the "logic of transmigration."

She watched as a beautiful young woman summoned a detoxifying herb out of thin air, released a green, oily energy substance onto her, and finally, she felt cool again.

Social practice is the only criterion for testing truth.

Qian Xunqian accepted the fact of her transmigration with great composure.

In the blink of an eye, Qian Xunqian turned three.

Through her rigorous social observations, she was certain she had transmigrated into the Douluo Continent.

She even determined the specific time: the year she arrived was the same year that Bibi Dong, the last monarch of Spirit Hall, was canonized as the Holy Maiden.

In other words, the original plot had not yet begun.

"Heh heh heh, it is time to seize the initiative, take the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, bully Tang San, slaughter the Seven Devils, unify the continent, and lead Spirit Hall to the pinnacle of life! However, the margin for error in timing is too high, and I haven't awakened my spirit yet, so there is no rush."

Just like in her previous life, her desire for knowledge and scientific research rivaled Tang San's desire for rabbits.

Moreover, she was surprised to find that since arriving in the Douluo Continent, her eyes were different from birth. Books that used to take a day to finish could now be read in two hours, and she possessed a photographic memory.

"Could my spirit be my eyes?" Qian Xunqian wondered.

"That can't be right. My irresponsible father is a member of the Angel family and possesses the god-level spirit, the Six-Winged Angel. My spirit should also be a Six-Winged Angel."

"If it were a twin spirit, the body would be the eyes, and the quality of the spirit would have to be close to the Six-Winged Angel—at least, the gap shouldn't be too large. But what kind of eyes could compare to a Six-Winged Angel?"

"There is another hypothesis: the Six-Winged Angel mutated, and a single eye was preserved from the Angel spirit to become my own. The Six-Winged Angel mutated into... an eye?"

Qian Xunqian couldn't help but gasp. This mutation didn't seem like a beneficial one.

"Am I going to end up at the same table as that 'Master' Yu Xiaogang?"

She shook her head violently to stop the thought, shrugged, and smiled.

"Who knows! But that is a problem for 'tomorrow,' after all, tomorrow is a new day! As for today, let's start with a sharp mind and a robust body!"

After finishing a day of self-disciplined training, Qian Xunqian took a shower and lay in bed, her mind beginning to race without a moment's rest.

I still need to think about the future. In case something goes wrong with my martial soul, I can at least follow the "Grandmaster" path using my theoretical knowledge! But I am certainly not a fame-seeking charlatan like Yu Xiaogang.

If I'm going to do theory and research, I have to at least make a name for myself.

What is soul power?

After three years of field observation in Spirit City—specifically, observing the daily cultivation routines of over a hundred Spirit Hall students at close range and witnessing tens of thousands of soul duels—she arrived at the following conclusions:

Soul power is a form of energy unique to this world, an energy that permeates the entire Douluo Continent.

Soul masters can store this soul power within their martial souls and release it when necessary.

The question then arises: as a container for storing soul power, a martial soul naturally varies in size.

It is obvious that as one's rank increases, the capacity of the martial soul—the soul power storage container—increases accordingly.

At the same time, she also noted that high-quality martial souls possess a larger innate soul power capacity than low-quality ones, and with each subsequent level gained, the increase in capacity is also greater than that of low-quality martial souls.

This is why, between soul masters of the same rank, the one with the higher-quality martial soul holds the advantage.

These are indisputable facts, but after researching back and forth, the issue ultimately boiled down to a point that ordinary people would never pay attention to—

Innate soul power.

According to conventional wisdom, innate soul power basically determines the upper limit of a soul master, or even a person's entire life.

Innate soul power is often related to the quality of the martial soul; high-quality martial souls generally possess higher innate soul power than low-quality ones.

And if one lacks innate soul power, it means that person is unable to cultivate for their entire life.