Douluo Continent, Heaven Dou Empire.
At the peak of a steep mountain outside Heaven Dou City, a gentle breeze swept past, carrying several emerald-green leaves with it.
A tall, handsome young man sat leisurely at the edge of a cliff.
He had dazzling golden hair, with a delicate golden rose tucked specially behind his ear.
Every gesture he made carried an air of nobility and elegance that was impossible to conceal.
An easel stood before him, while paints of every color were neatly arranged at his side.
Holding a brush, he focused intently on painting the magnificent, prosperous scene of Heaven Dou City below.
This young man was none other than Qian Wuji, the Ninety-Ninth Rank Peerless Douluo who had run away from home immediately after being resurrected, claiming he was "experiencing the splendor of the new era"!
Looking down from the mountaintop, Heaven Dou City was filled with row upon row of splendid buildings. Its broad streets bustled with crowds and traffic.
At the very center of the city stood a magnificent cluster of palaces glittering with gold and jade. This was the heart of power in the Heaven Dou Empire—the imperial palace where the emperor resided.
"Tut, tut, tut—"
Qian Wuji set down his brush and examined his proud work, nodding repeatedly in satisfaction.
As the strongest Peerless Douluo of their era, he loved roses, for they were the romance reserved exclusively for the strong. He had two great hobbies: one was maintaining an absolutely elegant bearing, and the other was immersing himself in nature and painting landscapes!
After admiring his masterpiece, Qian Wuji shifted his gaze back to the distant imperial palace, a contemptuous curve appearing on his lips.
"The Heaven Dou Empire... after all these years, the imperial family is still as weak as ever. The Swan Martial Soul truly has a pitifully low ceiling!"
Qian Wuji shook his head slightly. With the terrifying cultivation of a Ninety-Ninth Rank Peerless Douluo, even if he swaggered into the Heaven Dou Empire's imperial treasury in broad daylight, no one would likely notice him.
After several days of secret investigation, the results had left him utterly dumbfounded.
The vast Heaven Dou Empire's imperial family did not even have a Title Douluo of its own?!
With such a weak foundation, how did they have the nerve to call themselves an empire? How did they have the nerve to rule over one?!
"The Heaven Dou Empire's imperial family really has declined with every generation." Qian Wuji muttered to himself as he leisurely mixed his paints.
"Back when I roamed the continent, the Heaven Dou Empire at least had several Title Douluo retainers."
"Yet in this era, I cannot even find the shadow of two Title Douluo?!"
"Heh heh, the heavens are truly helping Spirit Hall."
In Qian Wuji's eyes, the present Heaven Dou Empire was nothing but a hollow shell, strong on the outside and weak within.
They did not even have two Title Douluo. As long as Spirit Hall carried out a decapitation strike, the Heaven Dou Empire's emperor would have no chance of surviving.
So what if they had an army of a million? Once the emperor died, would the entire empire not descend into complete chaos?!
Such a Heaven Dou Empire was simply unqualified to be Spirit Hall's opponent.
Not only was the Heaven Dou Empire in this state, but even the neighboring Star Luo Empire was not much better.
The Star Luo Empire's imperial family currently had only one Title Douluo holding up its reputation, and that person was the reigning emperor.
The White Tiger Martial Soul of the Star Luo Empire's Dai Clan and the Nether Civet Martial Soul of the Zhu Clan possessed an extremely powerful Martial Soul Fusion Skill.
It could unleash combat power far beyond their own realm, but before truly peerless experts, it was still not enough.
During his time away from Spirit Hall, Qian Wuji had already thoroughly grasped the power structure of this era.
Spirit Hall stood alone at the top, its strength crushing all others by an overwhelming margin. Next came the two great empires, followed by the so-called Seven Great Sects!
The Upper Three Sects were barely presentable. Each had a Title Douluo powerhouse guarding it, 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 come from? The dignified leader of a sect was actually only a Soul Douluo in his eighties?
"Ah~ What a weak era. This is the perfect opportunity for Spirit Hall to unify the world!"
Qian Wushuang's eyes flashed as his brush paused. "With the current strength of the Heaven Dou and Star Luo imperial families, we might as well wait until those two little monsters, Xiao Heng and Xiao Xue, grow up, then use them as whetstones for their first display of prowess."
Thinking of those two extraordinarily talented grandnephews, a kind smile could not help appearing on Qian Wushuang's cold, stern face.
"Come to think of it, I have been out for two months already. What are those two adorable little ones, Xiao Heng and Xiao Xue, doing now? Have they been cultivating properly?"
"Especially Xiao Heng. Whether my father can be resurrected depends on your Soul Power Level. You little brat had better not slack off."
Qian Wuji could never stay idle in Spirit Hall. Now that he had finally been resurrected, would it not be a waste of this vibrant body if he did not go out and see the magnificent rivers and mountains?
Thus, he simply could not understand why his Elder Brother loved staying at home so much. It was not just his Elder Brother—Qian Daoliu and those Consecrated Elders loved staying in as well.
Meanwhile, atop Sacred Mountain in Spirit City.
A full two months had passed since Qian Wushuang and Qian Wuji were resurrected one after another.
During these two months, the current pope, Qian Xunji, had gathered Spirit Hall's finest craftsmen.
Behind the Worship Hall, they built a grand palace according to his vision: the Supreme Elder Hall!
One could imagine 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 Worship Hall, a formidable group consisting of Great Elder Qian Daoliu and six Super Douluo!
But now, the Supreme Elder Hall housed the Peerless Douluo powerhouses of every generation who had been resurrected by Qian Renheng's ability!
Of course, the grand Supreme Elder Hall was currently quite empty. Only Qian Wushuang lived there, as for that Saint Radiance Douluo?!
That old man had slipped away on the very day he was resurrected. He had been outside Spirit City for two months and had not even sent back a letter.
Qian Wushuang was so furious that he cursed that unreliable younger brother every day within the Supreme Elder Hall.
The Martial Arts Arena that had originally been located behind the Worship Hall naturally ended up behind the Supreme Elder Hall after the new palace was completed.
The morning sunlight spilled across the Martial Arts Arena.
"Ah~" Qian Renxue sat dejectedly atop an enormous granite boulder.
She propped up her delicate cheeks with both hands, her fair little legs swinging listlessly in midair. Her beautiful face was nearly scrunched up like a bitter melon.
Her mind was now filled with nothing but question marks, and she felt as though she was about to become depressed because of it.
Qian Renxue truly could not understand why her Elder Brother never cultivated in his daily life, spending every day either wandering around aimlessly or sleeping.
Yet his Soul Power Level rose so unreasonably fast—faster even than hers, despite her being a cultivation fanatic!
The blow to her was simply too great. Her resolve was practically shattered. She cultivated so diligently, yet her Soul Power did not increase as quickly as someone who never cultivated?!
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