The Spirit Hall Pope's Younger Brother, the Ninety-Ninth Rank Saint Radiance Douluo Qian Wuji!

Noon!

The dazzling sun hung like an eternal fixed star at the very center of the Vast Sky, pouring its scorching radiance over the Douluo Continent.

Spirit Hall, Spirit City, Worship Hall!

"Hiss—" Inside the grand hall, Golden Crocodile Douluo's sharp intake of breath sounded especially abrupt.

His aged eyes, which had seen countless people, swept back and forth over the siblings Qian Renheng and Qian Renxue like searchlights.

There was shock, there was emotion, but above all, envy!

"Infinitely growing stronger, with immense potential, an External Soul Bone within a soul skill?!"

"And a second soul skill that provides a one-hundred-percent attribute boost!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo rubbed his chin as he exclaimed exaggeratedly, "And when Xiao Heng absorbed his first Soul Ring, he actually got an External Soul Bone too?!"

Although he had long known that Qian Renheng and Qian Renxue's Soul Rings would all be Thousand-Year Soul Rings,

when he learned of the opportunities these two little ones had encountered, he was still shocked beyond measure!

Leaving aside the absurd attribute-enhancing effects of their second soul skills, their first soul skills alone, which grew stronger along with their Soul Power,

were enough to make him, a ninety-eighth-rank Super Douluo, green with envy!

"You two little monsters... your luck is so good it makes people want to curse!" Golden Crocodile Douluo said emotionally.

"Second Grandfather, we're actually not that special." Qian Renheng stood in the center of the hall, wearing an insufferably smug expression.

He had to admit that their trip to the Star Dou Forest had truly been lucky beyond belief.

First, they had stumbled upon the ancient ferocious beasts, the Dawn Golden Crow and the Six-Winged Black Crow, fighting each other to the death. They had gained first soul skills with growth potential, as well as an External Soul Bone.

Afterward, they hunted the Blazing Golden Luan and the Abyssal Death Kite, and both siblings obtained attribute-enhancing soul skills.

"My, my—" Guangling Douluo, seated to one side, propped his chin in both hands and stared eagerly at Qian Renheng and Qian Renxue.

"I'm truly envious. If I'd gained soul skills like those when I absorbed my first Soul Ring back then, why would I need to sit here feeling jealous now?"

The old brothers who usually held their heads high and cut imposing figures all revealed shocked, envious expressions.

Qian Daoliu remained silent on the surface, but inwardly, he was immensely pleased.

See that? These were his two grandchildren. They had the bearing of gods!

"Ahem, ahem~" Qian Daoliu deliberately coughed twice to conceal his wild delight, putting on the dignified air of the Great Elder.

"Enough. Wipe away your drool. This is the children's own fortune; no amount of envy from you will change that!"

Qian Daoliu swept his blazing gaze across the crowd. "Enough idle chatter. We'll set out for the Hall of Douluo now."

At the mention of the Hall of Douluo, Golden Crocodile Douluo and the others instantly turned serious.

"After absorbing his first Soul Ring, Xiao Heng was already able to use the second seat of his Martial Soul ability, Death Apostle, granting him the power to revive those who had died!"

Qian Daoliu's voice trembled, clearly showing that he was not as calm as he appeared.

"The person we will revive this time is my biological uncle. Among those present, apart from Second Brother, who is older and came to know me earlier and has personally met him, I fear the rest of you have only heard of him, yes?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo's burly body shuddered as he solemnly nodded.

Qian Wuji bore the Title Saint Radiance. He was a Ninety-Ninth Rank Peerless Douluo and the younger brother born of the same mother as Qian Wushuang, the Pope from two generations ago!

He was completely different from Qian Wushuang and Qian Daoliu, who had reached the Peerless Douluo rank through the infusion of divine power from the Angel God Trial.

Qian Wuji was an absolute monster. Relying on his terrifying cultivation talent, he had cultivated step by step to become a Peerless Douluo through his own efforts!

His cultivation speed and strength were astonishing, making countless others envious. He had been the most unmatched Title Douluo of that era!

At that time, with Qian Wushuang and Qian Wuji, two Peerless Douluos, Spirit Hall had stood at the height of its glory!

Had Qian Wuji not contracted some unknown strange illness and died young,

the entire continent's balance of power might have been rewritten!

The Consecrated Elders did not hesitate. They immediately followed Qian Daoliu out of the Worship Hall in a mighty procession, heading straight for the Hall of Douluo.

The Hall of Douluo was somewhat dimly lit.

By the time everyone arrived, Qian Wushuang had already been waiting there for quite a while.

With his hands behind his back, he stood quietly before a grand tombstone deep within the cemetery.

Several words were clearly engraved upon it.

[Saint Radiance Douluo: Tomb of Qian Wuji!]

[Life Record: Younger brother of the XXXth-generation Pope of Spirit Hall, Ninety-Ninth Rank Peerless Douluo, unmatched in battle, undefeated throughout his life!]

Yet absurdly, this tomb, which should have been solemn and dignified, had been violently dug open.

The coffin, crafted from the finest rosewood, had not only been unearthed, but its lid had also been pried off and tossed aside.

Inside the coffin lay an intact skeleton, its bones faintly glimmering with a jade-like sheen.

"Younger Brother..."

Standing before the coffin, Qian Wushuang gazed at the skeleton within, his eyes filled with tenderness and nostalgia.

"You mustn't blame your Elder Brother for being so rough, digging up your grave in broad daylight. It's just that your Elder Brother has missed you so much, Younger Brother!"

"Look at you. You must have been lying down there for a long time, right? You must have been lonely too."

"Our great-grandson's Martial Soul possesses a godly ability capable of reviving the dead."

"After I returned to the light of day, the first person I thought of reviving was you. Even Father had to wait his turn!"

"How about that? Touched? Honestly, why did you have to contract some unknown illness back then?"

The people who had arrived at the Hall of Douluo could not help but turn their gazes toward the skeleton in the coffin.

Yet when they saw the clothes Qian Wuji was wearing, everyone's expressions became rather vivid.

It was actually a lavish, flamboyant, pure-gold fitted formal outfit. Even more absurdly, the golden outfit was embroidered with dense patterns of golden roses.

Such a luxurious and elegant style would have been nothing unusual on a charming, dashing man.

But the one wearing it was their ancestor, Qian Wuji, a Ninety-Ninth Rank Peerless Douluo, which made it feel rather strange.

"Father..."

"Grandfather..."

"Great-Grandfather..."

"Senior Wushuang!"

Qian Daoliu, Golden Crocodile, and the others, along with Qian Xunji and the siblings Qian Renheng and Qian Renxue, all looked toward Qian Wushuang in unison.

Since Qian Renheng was reviving Qian Wuji today, Qian Xunji naturally would not be absent. He wore simple casual clothes as he stood among the crowd.

Qian Wushuang, who had been lost in reminiscence, heard the commotion and nodded to everyone. "You're all here? Xiao Heng, come over quickly. Don't waste time. Your Great-Grandfather can't wait to see his lively younger brother again!"

"Use your Martial Soul ability already and revive your Uncle-Grandfather, damn it!" Qian Wushuang said excitedly.

Qian Renheng strode up to the coffin. Looking down at the stark white skeleton inside and that dazzling Golden Rose Outfit, the corner of his mouth twitched.

Was this really the Uncle-Grandfather whom Great-Grandfather had described as peerlessly talented, unmatched in battle, and someone who had cultivated to the Peerless Douluo rank through his own efforts? Why was his taste so flamboyant?!