All the Elders Had Arrived? The Pope and Grand Pontiff Had Summoned Them Together?

Looking at the thick manuscript, Yue Guan's expression became even more complicated, as if he could see a figure through the pages that caused him pain and helplessness.

He took a deep breath and said in a low voice:

"These are the lifelong research manuscripts of my good-for-nothing cousin... Yue Hongsheng."

"Yue Hongsheng?"

This name had almost been forgotten by Lin Xia.

"Yes."

Yue Guan's voice carried a hint of heaviness.

"This was personally ordered by His Holiness the Pope, and several rounds of in-depth questioning were conducted by spirit-type Soul Master to confirm that the theories were correct, without any traps or alterations, before it was finally compiled."

Yue Guan paused, seemingly considering his words.

"His Holiness the Pope believes you possess an exceptional talent for the use of Poison-type, Ivysaur also has a powerful Poison-type origin. This manuscript embodies the life's work and research of a Spirit Saint Poison Master, and perhaps... it will be of some use to your future path."

Lin Xia fell silent.

Looking at the thick manuscript, the dense handwriting on the paper seemed to be the silent cry of Yue Hongsheng's twisted yet persistent soul.

This thing is a legacy of our enemies, a product of agonizing torture.

A moment later, Lin Xia reached out and steadily took the heavy stack of manuscripts.

It felt cold to the touch, as if the eeriness of a dungeon still lingered.

Lin Xia didn't immediately flip through it, but instead weighed the paper in her hand, sensing the faint fluctuations of Soul Power and complex aura remaining on the paper.

"Thank you very much, Elder Yue Guan, for making this trip."

Lin Xia's voice was calm and expressionless, revealing little emotion, as she temporarily stored the manuscript in her Storage Soul Tool Ring.

"I will study this manuscript carefully. After all, it represents a lifetime of accumulation at the Spirit Saint level; there must be something I can learn from it."

Lin Xia didn't mention Yue Hongsheng's name, as if it were just an insignificant symbol.

Lin Xia accepted the knowledge itself, regardless of the person who provided it.

Yue Guan watched Lin Xia calmly accept the gift, his eyes filled with even more complex emotions.

Then, as if relieved, yet seemingly even more burdened, it finally turned into a deeper sigh, followed by a slight nod.

"I'm glad you understand."

Yue Guan changed the subject, his expression returning to the seriousness befitting an elder.

"That's one thing. The other matter is even more urgent. His Holiness the Pope and the Grand Pontiff have ordered you to proceed to the main hall of the Pope Hall immediately. All the elders are already present and are waiting for you."

Lin Xia's heart skipped a beat!

Are all the elders present?

The Pope and the Grand Pontiff jointly convened a meeting?

Lin Xia took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in her heart, her eyes instantly becoming sharp and calm.

"Understood!"

Lin Xia's voice was firm and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

He glanced at the Ivysaur beside him, and his partner, in perfect unison, transformed into a beam of green light and entered his body.

"There's no time to lose, Elder Yue Guan, let's go now."

Lin Xia straightened her robes and walked towards the door.

Yue Guan looked at Lin Xia's quick adjustment and her composure beyond her years, a hint of barely Frisk admiration flashing in her eyes. Without saying anything more, she turned and led the way.

Following Yue Guan's footsteps, Lin Xia passed through the solemn and majestic colonnades and stepped into the magnificent yet oppressive main hall of the Pope Hall.

The interior of the hall was dimly lit. Under the towering dome, two rows of figures stood on either side, like silent statues, exuding a powerful and unsettling aura.

Lin Xia's gaze swept quickly across the area, and a slight chill ran through her. To the left were the Elder Hall members, led by Gui Mei, Yue Guan quietly retreated into their ranks.

The several people standing on the right had an even more profound and unfathomable aura, and their clothing was slightly different—they were the worshippers of the Worship Hall!

The one at the head, with snow-white hair and a calm, still face, was none other than the Grand Pontiff, Qian Daoliu.

He actually showed up in person!

Lin Xia instantly understood the significance of this occasion.

If it weren't for Qian Daoliu's personal presence, these old fellows in the Worship Hall probably wouldn't have bothered with even the pretense, let alone give Bibi Dong face by gathering here.

Slightly behind the elders and worshippers, Lin Xia saw Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan.

All three eyes were fixed on him, each with Sisi envy in their eyes. The pride of the Golden Generation, under the Spotlight of the Pope Hall, was somewhat dimmed by Lin Xia's brilliance.

Lin Xia suppressed the turbulent thoughts in his heart, took a deep breath, stepped forward a few steps, came to the center of the main hall, and bowed to Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu at the head of the table, as well as the elders and worshippers on both sides, performing a standard Spirit Hall disciple salute, his voice clear and steady.

"Disciple Lin Xia greets teacher, master, elders, and revered guests."

"Um."

No need for formalities.

The elders and devotees nodded slightly in response. Although their faces were not very expressive, their eyes mostly carried a hint of scrutiny and approval.

Qian Daoliu's gaze fell on Lin Xia, a barely Frisk hint of satisfaction flashing in his sharp, hawk-like eyes. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly and beckoned to Lin Xia.

"Xiao Xia, come here."

Lin Xia followed instructions and walked up to Qian Daoliu.

Qian Daoliu didn't say much, but simply stretched out his hand, and a gentle yet vast Soul Power instantly enveloped Lin Xia, like the most sophisticated detector scanning his entire body.

Sensing that Lin Xia's Soul Power had broken through to level twenty-five, and that solid and stable foundation Qian Daoliu's satisfaction deepened, and he nodded slightly.

"Indeed, solid foundation, pure Soul Power. It seems the trip to Death Canyon Harvest very fruitful."

Qian Daoliu paused, his gaze flashing like lightning as he looked at Lin Xia, his tone carrying an unquestionable command:

"Summon your Martial Soul."

Without any hesitation, Lin Xia's mind stirred.

A vibrant green light shone forth, accompanied by a deep "Dana!", Ivysaur's enormous, dark green body instantly appeared on the cold, smooth obsidian floor of the Pope Hall.

Its scarlet eyes warily scanned the unfamiliar humans emanating a powerful aura around it. Its enormous flower bud drooped slightly, and its roots instinctively scratched at the ground, appearing somewhat nervous.

When its gaze swept over Lin Xia, the tension subsided slightly, transforming into a firm protective stance.

Qian Daoliu's gaze immediately Lock-On onto the huge flower bud on Ivysaur's back.

Qian Daoliu's senses were incredibly sharp; he instantly caught the faint, slowly flowing dark purple halo at the edge of the flower bud.

The aura emanating from that halo was profound, chaotic, and carried an indescribable sense of devouring and ominousness—it was the residual imprint of the Rakshasa Divine Power!

Qian Daoliu's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, and a trace of seriousness flashed deep in his eyes.

How could two completely different, even contradictory, divine powers coexist within a single Martial Soul without erupting into a destructive conflict?

This completely contradicts his understanding of the nature of power.

Lin Xia's Martial Soul, its potential and mysteries probably far exceed everyone's imagination.

Qian Daoliu remained silent, his deep gaze lingering on the dark purple halo for a moment before finally suppressing all his curiosity and doubts deep within his heart.

Now is not the time to delve into this.

Just as Qian Daoliu silent, Bibi Dong, who had been sitting upright on the Pope throne, moved.