From This Day On, Lin Xia Is the Holy Son of Our Spirit Hall!
Bibi Dong slowly rose to her feet, her dark purple Pope robe trailing on the ground with a soft rustling sound.
An invisible pressure spread with her movements, and the entire Pope Hall seemed to fall into absolute silence instantly.
He walked down the steps and went straight to Lin Xia's side. He stretched out his fair and strong hand and pulled him to his side, where they stood side by side with the tall Ivysaur.
This gesture is full of protective and assertive meaning.
Bibi Dong's gaze swept over everyone in the hall, finally settling on Qian Daoliu's face for a moment, as if silently confirming something.
Then, she turned to Lin Xia, her deep Viola eyes now burning with the absolute majesty of Pope and an unprecedented solemnity.
Her voice was clear and Infiltrator, like a resounding bell, echoing in the spacious hall and clearly reaching everyone's ears.
"Lin Xia!"
Lin Xia straightened his back, met Bibi Dong's gaze, and his heart began to race. He knew that the decisive moment had arrived.
"This decision was made jointly by the Elder Hall and the Worship Hall, and subsequently submitted to the Pope and the Grand Pontiff for approval."
Bibi Dong's voice carries a sacred, ritualistic quality.
"Now, we are formally inviting your inquiry!"
Bibi Dong paused slightly, each word striking the heart like a heavy hammer blow:
"You, Lin Xia, are you willing to shoulder the esteemed position of 'Holy Son'?"
The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, and everyone's eyes were focused on the slightly immature yet remarkably composed young man in the center.
Bibi Dong's voice continued, carrying a sense of guidance and expectation:
"Are you willing to swear an oath with your Martial Soul and your life as proof to protect the glory of the Spirit Hall, inherit its will, and defend Spirit Hall foundation?"
Bibi Dong's gaze was sharp as a sword, as if she could Detect Lin Xia's soul.
"Are you willing to uphold justice, maintain order, guide the Soul Master World towards the right path, and become a guardian of peace and order on the continent?"
"Are you willing to shoulder this heavy responsibility, to dedicate yourself to the future of the Spirit Hall, and to remain steadfast until death?"
A series of "may I grant" acts as a solemn prologue to an oath, outlining the heavy responsibility and supreme glory that comes with the position of the Holy Son.
Pope Hall, Bibi Dong's voice echoed for Jiujiu, amplified by her Soul Power. Qian Daoliu's calm gaze held a scrutinizing depth, while the elders and worshippers wore solemn expressions. The three members of the Golden Generation held their breath, their envious eyes Lock-On on Lin Xia.
The pressure was immense, like a mountain pressing down. But Lin Xia's eyes shone with an astonishing light.
Lin Xia took a deep breath, suppressing the surging excitement in her heart. Without the slightest hesitation, she met Bibi Dong's Infiltrator gaze and responded loudly. Her voice was clear and firm, echoing in the silent hall.
"Disciple Lin Xia!"
Lin Xia paused slightly, her gaze sweeping over everyone present, before finally fixing her gaze on Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu, each word spoken with resounding conviction.
"May I inherit the throne of the Holy Son!"
"I swear by my Martial Soul, and pledge my life!"
"Protect the glory of the Spirit Hall, inherit the will of the Spirit Hall, and defend the foundation of the Spirit Hall!"
"Uphold justice, maintain order, and guide the way forward!"
"For the future of the Spirit Hall, we will dedicate ourselves wholeheartedly, until death!"
The moment the oath was uttered, Ivysaur seemed to sense its master's determination and solemnity, letting out a deep and resonant "Dana!" The dark purple halo of divine power around the edge of the flower bud on its back seemed to shift slightly with the oath, radiating an even more profound aura.
A barely Frisk hint of expectation flashed in Qian Daoliu's eyes. He then spoke slowly, his voice calm yet carrying a power that could stabilize the world.
"Good."
As Qian Daoliu's calm yet undeniably powerful words fell, it was as if he had stamped the final seal on this investiture ceremony.
At that moment, Bibi Dong, who was sitting on the Pope throne, slightly raised her hand.
The Pope's Guard, standing nearby in silver-white armor, immediately carried a tray covered with dark gold velvet in both hands and walked steadily to Bibi Dong and Lin Xia.
On the tray, a token lay quietly.
Bibi Dong extended her slender, fair fingers and picked it up.
The token felt heavy in my hand; it was neither gold nor jade, its material possessing a strange hardness within its warm and smooth texture.
The main body is a deep dark gold, with flowing purple crystal lines inlaid along the edges, outlining the Spirit Hall's iconic angel scepter and six-winged emblem.
At the heart of the emblem is a deep purple-black gemstone, darker than the surrounding purple, as if containing the starry sky, symbolizing the honor and authority of the Holy Son.
The token itself exudes a restrained yet majestic energy, subtly echoing the grandeur of the Pope Hall.
Bibi Dong's gaze shifted from the token to Lin Xia, her deep purple eyes filled with solemnity and expectation, her voice clearly resounding throughout the hall.
"Lin Xia, this is the Holy Son Token, symbolizing your identity and authority."
"With this token, one can freely access and call upon all the libraries, resource depots, simulated training grounds, intelligence networks, local branch halls, and certain elders within the core forbidden area of the Spirit Hall. This token also serves as proof of identity; seeing this token is equivalent to seeing the Holy Son."
Bibi Dong handed the token to Lin Xia, the gesture carrying a formal sense of handover. "From this day forward, you bear the heavy responsibility for the future of the Spirit Hall. I hope you will live up to this position and use this power wisely."
Lin Xia respectfully accepted the heavy Holy Son Token with both hands.
It was cool to the touch, but the weight it carried and the meaning it contained warmed his heart.
Lin Xia gripped the token tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white. He raised his head, his gaze meeting that of Bibi Dong and all the powerful figures in the hall who were watching him. His tone was resolute, carrying a composure and strength rarely seen in a young man.
"Disciple Lin Xia will remember Master's teachings! I will live up to the Spirit Hall's expectations and the name of the Holy Son!"
Bibi Dong nodded in satisfaction, then turned to face all the elders, worshippers, and the Golden Generation in the hall. Her voice suddenly rose, containing supreme authority and an unquestionable declaration, like a great bell, resounding throughout the entire Pope Hall.
"All of you bear witness! From this day forward, Lin Xia is the Holy Son of our Spirit Hall! This decree will soon be proclaimed to all branch halls across the continent, and announced to the entire Soul Master World!"
"Buzz--!"
An invisible sense of solemnity and reverence permeated the air.
Following that, the members of the Elder Hall, led by Gui Mei and Yue Guan, and the worshippers of the Worship Hall, led by Qian Daoliu, all nodded slightly!
And the younger generation, led by Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan, all of them, regardless of their inner thoughts, bowed in unison at this moment, their voices converging into a torrent that echoed within the magnificent hall:
"Greetings, Your His Highness the Holy Son!"
The overwhelming roar represented the Spirit Hall's highest levels' unanimous recognition of Lin Xia's identity and their initial submission.
At this moment, Lin Xia's name and status were officially imprinted in the core of the Spirit Hall's power structure.
The investiture ceremony concluded solemnly, and the elders, consecrators, and Golden Generation withdrew from the Pope Hall in an orderly fashion.
Inside the empty hall, only Bibi Dong, who sat on the throne, her guards standing to the side, and Lin Xia and his companion Ivysaur, who stood in the hall.
"Xiao Xia, come here."