Ning Rongrong stood there, her head buzzing. It took her a long while to recover.
"Wait, wait, wait. Do gods really exist in this world?"
Zhu Zhuqing's brows knitted tightly.
"Exactly. A soul master reaching level one hundred—isn't that just a legend?"
Xuan Xiao rolled his eyes, his gaze filled with undisguised disdain.
"If there are no gods, why does Spirit Hall reliably produce a Peerless Douluo in almost every era?"
Ning Rongrong froze. She opened her mouth, but no words came out for a long time.
When she thought it over carefully, that really did seem to be the case.
Her father had told her plenty about Spirit Hall's history. Starting with its first Supreme Pontiff, a formidable figure at the Peerless Douluo level had emerged every generation or two.
No matter how useless its lower ranks were, or whether Spirit Hall suffered internal strife, that never changed.
Without a god backing it, how could Spirit Hall possibly produce them so consistently through its own training alone?
Zhu Zhuqing stood to the side, her frown deepening.
"Then... why does Spirit Hall still allow the two great empires to exist?"
Xuan Xiao lifted his teacup and took a sip.
"In the beginning, the Angel God slew the fallen and drove away soul beasts. Only then did she become a god through the people's faith."
Zhu Zhuqing froze, her eyes widening.
"So we were wrong all along? Spirit Hall never considered the two great empires worth its attention?"
Xuan Xiao spread his hands.
"What else? They have seven Enshrined and eight elders. Level 90 soul power qualifies you to be an elder, and level ninety-six qualifies you to be an Enshrined."
"And among the Enshrined, one is level ninety-nine, one is level 98, one is level ninety-seven, and four are level