In This Era, The Heaven Dou Empire Seems Frighteningly Weak!

Douluo Continent, Heaven Dou Empire.

At the peak of a sheer mountain outside Heaven Dou City, a light breeze swept past, stirring up a few emerald leaves.

A tall, handsome young man sat at ease on the edge of the cliff.

He had a dazzling mane of long golden hair, and by his ear, he had even deliberately tucked a delicate, dewy golden rose.

Every movement he made carried an unmistakable air of nobility and elegance.

An easel stood before the young man, with pigments of various colors arranged neatly beside it.

Brush in hand, he was focused intently on painting the grand and bustling scene of Heaven Dou City below.

This young man was none other than the rank ninety-nine Peerless Douluo, Qian Wuji, who had run away from home immediately after his resurrection under the fine excuse of "experiencing the style of the new era"!

Looking down from the mountaintop, the buildings within Heaven Dou City stood row upon row, richly ornamented with carved beams and painted rafters. The broad streets were packed with bustling crowds and endless streams of carriages and horses.

And at the very center of the city stood a cluster of resplendent, majestic palaces. This was the heart of power in the Heaven Dou Empire—the imperial palace where the emperor resided.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk—"

Qian Wuji stopped the brush in his hand, examined the masterpiece he was so proud of, and nodded repeatedly in satisfaction.

As the most powerful Peerless Douluo of his era, he loved roses, for they were a romance that belonged solely to the strong. He had two great hobbies: the first was maintaining a state of absolute elegance, and the second was placing his feelings in mountains and rivers, wielding his brush to paint.

After admiring his own masterpiece, Qian Wuji's gaze returned to the distant imperial palace, and the corner of his mouth curved in disdain.

"The Heaven Dou Empire... So many years have passed, yet this imperial family is as feeble as ever. The Swan martial soul's upper limit really is pitifully low!"

Qian Wuji shook his head slightly. With his terrifying cultivation as a rank ninety-nine Peerless Douluo, even if he swaggered into the Heaven Dou Empire's imperial treasury in broad daylight, no one would likely detect a trace of him.

The results of his secret investigation over the past few days had nearly made his eyes fall out of his head.

The vast Heaven Dou Empire's imperial family did not even have a Titled Douluo of its own?!

With such a weak foundation, how did they still have the nerve to call themselves an empire? How did they still have the nerve to sit in possession of an empire?!

"The Heaven Dou Empire's imperial family truly gets worse with every generation." Qian Wuji leisurely mixed his pigments while murmuring to himself.

"Back in the day, when this old man roamed the continent, the Heaven Dou Empire at least had several Titled guest elders, no matter how you looked at it."

"And now, in this era, I can't even see the shadow of two Titled Douluo?!"

"Heh. This is truly Heaven helping our Spirit Hall."

In Qian Wuji's view, the current Heaven Dou Empire was simply an empty shell, strong on the outside but hollow within.

Without even two Titled Douluo, if their Spirit Hall carried out a decapitation strike, the emperor of the Heaven Dou Empire would have absolutely no chance of survival.

So what if they had an army of a million? Once the emperor died, wouldn't everything fall into complete chaos?!

A Heaven Dou Empire like this simply did not even have the qualifications to be Spirit Hall's opponent.

And it was not only the Heaven Dou Empire; even the neighboring Star Luo Empire was not much better.

The Star Luo Empire's imperial family currently had only one Titled Douluo holding up appearances, and he was the present emperor.

The Star Luo Dai Clan's White Tiger martial soul and the Zhu Clan's Hell Civet martial soul possessed an extremely powerful martial soul fusion skill.

It could unleash formidable combat power far beyond their own realm, but before absolute powerhouses, that was still not enough.

During the time he had been away from Spirit Hall, Qian Wuji had already thoroughly figured out the power structure of this era.

Their Spirit Hall stood alone at the top, its strength crushing all others by an entire tier. Next came the two great empires, and after that were the so-called Seven Great Sects!

The Upper Three Sects could barely be considered presentable, each having Titled Douluo powerhouses holding the fort, and the Clear Sky Sect had even produced a Peerless Douluo several decades ago!

As for the Lower Four Sects? Where had these stray dogs crawled out from? The dignified sect master of a sect was actually only a Soul Douluo in his eighties?

"Ah~ What a feeble era this is. It's the perfect opportunity for our Spirit Hall to unify the world!"

Qian Wushuang's eyes flashed, and the brush in his hand paused as he said, "With the current strength of the Heaven Dou and Star Luo imperial families, why not wait until those two little monsters, Xiao Heng and Xiao Xue, grow up, then use them as whetstones for their first display of brilliance?"

Thinking of his two grand-nephews with heaven-defying talent, a loving smile could not help appearing on Qian Wushuang's stern face.

"Speaking of which, I've been out for two months already. What are those two adorable little fellows, Xiao Heng and Xiao Xue, doing now? Are they cultivating seriously?"

"Especially Xiao Heng. When my old man can be revived still depends on your soul power rank. Kid, don't you slack off on me."

Qian Wuji absolutely could not sit still in Spirit Hall. He had finally been resurrected, so if he did not go and see these splendid mountains and rivers, wouldn't that be a waste of this energetic body?

That was why he truly could not understand why his elder brother loved holing up at home so much. Not only his elder brother, but Qian Daoliu and those worships also loved staying cooped up.

At the same time, in Spirit City, atop the Sacred Mountain.

It had already been a full two months since Qian Wushuang and Qian Wuji had been resurrected one after another.

Over these two months, the current Pope, Qian Xunji, had gathered Spirit Hall's finest craftsmen.

Behind the Consecration Hall, according to his vision, they had built a magnificent palace—the Supreme Elder Hall!

It was foreseeable that in the near future, this Supreme Elder Hall would become Spirit Hall's true foundation!

In the past, Spirit Hall's foundation had been the Consecration Hall, the heavenly lineup formed by the Great Worship Qian Daoliu and six Super Douluo!

But now, those who would reside in the Supreme Elder Hall were all Peerless Douluo powerhouses of past generations, resurrected by Qian Renheng's ability!

Of course, at present, this magnificent Supreme Elder Hall was very empty. The only ancestor residing there was Qian Wushuang. As for that Saint Radiance Douluo?!

After this esteemed old man came back to life, he slipped away that very day. He had been out of Spirit City for two months and had not even sent back a single letter.

Qian Wushuang was so furious that he spent his days in Supreme Elder Hall, bitterly cursing this unreliable younger brother of his.

The training ground that had originally been behind Consecration Hall, with the completion of the new hall, naturally ended up behind Supreme Elder Hall.

Morning sunlight spilled over the training ground.

"Aiya~" Qian Renxue sat gloomily on a huge granite boulder.

She propped her delicate cheeks in both hands, her two fair little legs dangling in midair as they swung listlessly. Her pretty face was almost scrunched into a bitter melon.

Her head was full of question marks right now, and she felt like she was nearly depressed because of it.

Qian Renxue really could not understand it. Why was it that her brother basically never cultivated in daily life, spending every day either wandering around aimlessly or sleeping?

And yet his soul power level rose in such an unreasonable way, even faster than hers, a cultivation maniac!

The blow to her was simply too great. Her Dao heart was about to shatter. She worked so hard at cultivating, yet her soul power rose slower than someone who did not cultivate at all?!