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

At noon!

The blazing sun, like an eternal fixed star, hung steadily 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 great hall, the sound of Golden Crocodile Douluo drawing a sharp breath was especially conspicuous.

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

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

"An External Soul Bone from a soul skill that can grow infinitely stronger and has tremendous potential?!"

"And a second soul skill with a one-hundred-percent attribute enhancement!"

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

Although he had long known that Qian Renheng and Qian Renxue's soul ring configurations would all consist of thousand-year soul rings,

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

Setting aside the absurd attribute-enhancing effect of the second soul skill, merely the first soul skill that grew stronger along with Soul Power

was enough to make even him, a Rank Ninety-Eight Super Douluo, green with envy!

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

"Second Grandfather, we're actually doing all right." Qian Renheng stood in the center of the hall with an expression that begged for a beating.

It had to be admitted that their trip to the Star Dou Forest had been unbelievably fortunate.

First, they had stumbled upon the ancient exotic beasts, the Dawn Golden Crow and the Six-Winged Black Crow, fighting to the death. They gained a first soul skill with growth potential and an External Soul Bone.

Then, after hunting the Blazing Golden Luan and the Abyssal Death Kite, both siblings acquired attribute-enhancing soul skills.

"Ahh—" Guangling Douluo sat to one side, propping his cheeks in both hands as he gazed longingly at Qian Renheng and Qian Renxue.

"I'm truly envious. If I had obtained such a soul skill when I absorbed my first soul ring back then, why would I need to sit here feeling jealous now?"

The old brothers who were usually lofty and imposing all revealed looks of shock and envy.

Qian Daoliu remained silent on the surface, but inwardly, he was brimming with pride.

See that? Those are this old man's two grandchildren. They have the bearing to become gods!

"Ahem, ahem~" Qian Daoliu deliberately coughed twice to conceal the wild joy in his heart, putting on the dignified posture of the Great Elder.

"All right, wipe that drool away. This is the children's own fortune. You can envy them all you want, but you'll never have it!"

Qian Daoliu swept his burning gaze across the crowd. "Enough idle chatter. We leave now for the Hall of Douluo."

Upon hearing the words "Hall of Douluo," Golden Crocodile Douluo and the others instantly turned solemn.

"After absorbing his first soul ring, Xiao Heng could already use the second seat of his martial soul ability, Death Apostle, gaining the ability to revive the dead once more!"

Even Qian Daoliu's voice trembled, clearly showing that he was far less calm than he appeared.

"The person we will revive this time is my own uncle. Among those present, aside from Second Brother, who is a little older and knew me earlier and has personally seen him, I fear the rest of you have only heard of him, right?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo's burly body jolted, and he nodded solemnly.

Qian Wuji, titled Saint Radiance, a Ninety-Ninth Rank Peerless Douluo, and the younger full brother of the previous previous pope, Qian Wushuang!

He was completely different from people like Qian Wushuang and Qian Daoliu, who had become Peerless Douluos through the infusion of divine power from the Angel God Trial.

Qian Wushuang was an unparalleled monster. Relying solely on his terrifying cultivation talent, he had advanced step by step and cultivated himself into a Peerless Douluo!

His cultivation speed and strength were so extraordinary that others could only envy him. He had been the most unmatched Title Douluo of that era!

Back then, Spirit Hall had two Peerless Douluos, Qian Wushuang and Qian Wuji. It could be said that its glory had reached its peak!

If Qian Wuji had not contracted an unknown strange illness and died young,

the entire continent's power structure might have been rewritten!

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

Inside the Hall of Douluo, the lighting was somewhat dim.

By the time everyone arrived, Qian Wushuang had already been waiting for quite some time.

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

Several words were clearly engraved upon the tombstone.

[Saint Radiance Douluo: Tomb of Qian Wuji!]

[Life Record: Younger brother of Spirit Hall's XXXth-generation pope, Ninety-Ninth Rank Peerless Douluo, unmatched in battle, never defeated in his life!]

Yet absurdly, the grave that should have been solemn and dignified had now been violently dug open.

The coffin made from top-grade rosewood had not only been unearthed, but its lid had also been pried off and tossed aside.

Inside the coffin lay a complete skeleton, its bones faintly gleaming with a jade-like luster.

"Little brother..."

Qian Wushuang stood before the coffin, looking at the skeleton within as tenderness and nostalgia filled his eyes.

"Don't blame your Elder Brother for being so rough, digging up your grave in broad daylight. It's just that your Elder Brother misses you too much, little brother!"

"Look at you. You must have been lying down there for far too long. You must have been lonely as hell too."

"Our great-grandson has a god-level martial soul ability capable of reviving the dead."

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

"So? Aren't you moved? Honestly, what was with you back then? How did you end up catching some unknown strange illness?"

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

However, when they saw what Qian Wuji was wearing, everyone's expressions became rather colorful.

It was actually a flamboyant, luxurious, form-fitting outfit of pure gold. Even more outrageous, the golden outfit was embroidered with densely packed golden rose patterns.

Such a gorgeous and elegant style would have been fine on a dashing and romantic man.

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

"Father..."

"Grandfather..."

"Great-Grandfather..."

"Senior Wushuang!"

Qian Daoliu, Golden Crocodile, and the others, along with Qian Xunji, Qian Renheng, and Qian Renxue, all turned to look at Qian Wushuang.

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

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

"Quick, use your martial soul ability and revive your Uncle-Grandfather already!" Qian Wushuang said excitedly.

Qian Renheng strode to the coffin. Looking down at the stark white skeleton within, as well as that dazzling Golden Rose Outfit, the corners of his mouth twitched.

Was this really the Uncle-Grandfather whom Great-Grandfather described as having peerless talent, unmatched combat power, and cultivating himself into a Peerless Douluo? Why was his taste so flamboyant?!