Taking Control of Spirit Hall!

The Rakshasa God looked at the inheritance light screen in the hall.

Inside the light screen, Qian Daochen was looking up at Him.

Their gazes met across the inscription.

He took half a step back.

"You still want to make a move?"

Qian Daochen's words reached the temple.

The Rakshasa God's raised hand froze in mid-air.

The divine power He was about to send out was immediately withdrawn from His body.

"No."

"This matter ends here."

Spirit City.

Bibi Dong raised her head.

A blurry face was reflected in the purple light between his brows.

That face looked at Qian Daochen, but never at her.

"When you descended upon the continent, you wounded my very essence with a single sword strike."

"Now, you have severed my divine will."

"Qian Daochen, I will no longer interfere."

These few words were spoken.

There was no further discussion outside the venue.

Bibi Dong gripped the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, her lips drained of color.

then?

Did a single sword strike damage the very source?

The Rakshasa God, whom she had always regarded as her last resort, had actually been defeated by the Qian Daochen Swords long ago!

"Lord Rakshasa God!"

"I haven't completed the Divine Trial yet, you can't..."

Before she could finish speaking, the purple light between her brows began to recede.

The Rakshasa God did not respond to her.

He didn't even leave a single explanation, and simply cut off the communication.

The blurry face then vanished.

Bibi Dong once again activated the legacy.

This time, the mark did not respond.

"How so?"

She looked at her blood-stained fingertips, then at the Rakshasa Demon Scythe in her hand.

"You are the Rakshasa God!"

"He's right here, why aren't you making a move?"

No divine power descended.

No new divine thoughts emerged.

The Divine Artifact that she had just held above her head was now so heavy that her arms ached.

"Impossible!"

I don't believe it!

Bibi Dong infused her Soul Power once more.

The mark between his brows lit up for a moment, then quickly dimmed.

In front of the high platform.

An elder of the Papal Hall released his grip on the stone pillar and slowly retreated back into the crowd.

He dared not say again that the Rakshasa God would stand up for Bibi Dong.

The gods have already admitted it.

He has endured Qian Daochen and a single sword strike!

Moreover, that sword strike wounded the very essence of a god!

"Is the Rakshasa God afraid?"

The Heaven Dou Empire Envoy stared at the extinguished mark of inheritance, his pen pausing for a long time.

The fellow Soul Master swallowed hard.

"He doesn't even care about the inheritors anymore."

Doesn't that prove anything?

On the other side.

The Star Luo Empire Envoy turned over the letter he had just written and began to write again.

All previous judgments must be revised!

Bibi Dong did not engage in a mutually destructive battle with Qian Daochen.

Qian Daochen did not pay any price.

He shattered the divine technique, severed the divine will, and even the Rakshasa God's true form retreated!

"Withdraw the probing forces stationed near the capital."

"We cannot interfere in the affairs of the Spirit Hall."

On the seats of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Gu Rong slowly lowered her arms.

"I originally thought he could only sever divine thoughts."

"I never imagined that even the Rakshasa God in its true form had been struck by his sword."

Ning Fengzhi looked towards the arena.

The White Clothes remained impeccably neat.

Since Qian Daochen arrived, he hadn't even seen a strained expression on his face.

"When the Rakshasa God's essence was injured, you had not yet received the Supreme Ranking reward."

"If we fight again now, can He still stop us?"

Chen Xin retrieved the Seven Killing Sword.

He himself has already given the answer.

Ning Fengzhi did not ask any further questions.

If there were still confidence, why would the Rakshasa God be in such a hurry to sever the connection?

The previous debate among the crowd was about whether Qian Daochen could defeat Demigod.

In retrospect, this argument seems utterly ridiculous.

His sword was already capable of defeating even the true gods!

Observing from behind the high ground.

The Communication Screen, which allow distant forces to observe the battle, are still operational.

One side connects to the Shrek Academy.

Yu Xiaogang stood in front of the light screen, supporting himself on the edge of the table with his one arm.

"Impossible..."

"How could the Rakshasa God retreat?"

"That's a real god!"

His gaze fell on Qian Daochen's right hand as he sheathed his sword.

Previously, he was waiting for that hand to be wounded by the Rakshasa Demon Scythe.

Now, the Master of the Demon Scythe no longer dares to come.

Flender looked at Yu Xiaogang's pale face and reached out to support his shoulder.

"Xiaogang, stop looking."

Why don't you watch?

Yu Xiaogang pushed his hand away.

"Godhood is the ultimate goal of Soul Master's cultivation!"

"Qian Daochen has no Godhood, so what makes Rakshasa God back down?"

No one responded.

Tang San stood to the side, his hand resting on the Soul Tool at his waist.

It contained his carefully prepared Hidden Weapon.

But he had just seen that the seal formed by the Rakshasa Divine Power couldn't even withstand the sword light for a moment.

What can these Hidden Weapon do?

His gaze slowly shifted to Xiao Wu on the light screen.

She stood behind Qian Daochen, without even releasing her Martial Soul.

The battle that had the Shrek Academy members holding their breath was something she simply watched from the sidelines.

Tang San felt a tightness in his chest.

The teacher's severed arm.

And then there's Xiao Wu's departure.

He kept these debts in his heart, waiting to collect them one by one after inheriting the Godhood.

But Rakshasa God's retreat just now made him dare not think any further for the first time.

Does becoming a god guarantee victory?

"The Xiao San!"

Yu Xiaogang turned around and grabbed his arm.

"You also possess the inheritance of the Asura God!"

"What the Rakshasa God cannot do, the Asura God may be able to do!"

Tang San opened his mouth.

He wanted to say something to reassure his teacher.

But the sword light that cleaved through the Rakshasa Divine Sense remained etched in his mind.

After a long while, he finally raised his head.

"Let the people outside come back first."

"There's no need to watch any further today."

Yu Xiaogang slowly released his grip.

The White Clothes Figure in the light screen remained.

He could no longer bring himself to say anything that would make the other person kneel down and admit their mistake.

In the center of the field.

Bibi Dong finally stopped activating the inheritance mark.

She lowered her head and pulled the Rakshasa Demon Scythe from the rubble.

The sickle blade grazed the stone surface, leaving a long mark.

Qian Daochen did not urge her.

She stood up, using the scythe handle for support; the jewels on her crown were covered in dust.

The knights who had knelt before her when she arrived now all looked at someone else.

The elders who had once obeyed her commands also avoided her gaze.

Bibi Dong looked at Qian Daochen.

I lost.

As soon as she uttered those three words, her grip on the sickle handle loosened slightly.

Million-Year Soul Ring.

Twin Martial Souls.

Rakshasa God.

She's even resorted to using her divine sense; what else can she do?

Kill me.

Qian Renxue took a step forward.

Her golden skirt swept across the pebbles as she looked at Bibi Dong's still-healing wound on her shoulder and stopped beside Qian Daochen.

"Grandpa..."

She didn't finish her sentence.

Bibi Dong, however, had already seen her movements.

I don't need you to plead for me.

Qian Renxue pursed her lips.

There were too many unresolved barriers between her and Bibi Dong.

But she couldn't stand there and watch Bibi Dong die before her eyes.

Qian Daochen glanced at her, then turned to Bibi Dong.

Why would I kill you?

Bibi Dong raised her eyes.

"Didn't you want to take over the Spirit Hall?"

You've already lost.

Qian Daochen took a step forward.

"The affairs of the branch temples in various places still need to be handled by someone."

You continue to manage.

Bibi Dong was stunned.

She looked at Qian Daochen and immediately understood what he meant.

She can still sit on the Pope.

From this day forward, however, the one who truly decides the direction of the Spirit Hall becomes Qian Daochen!

You want me to do things for you?

"You are familiar with the Papal Hall, and also with the various branch palaces."

Qian Daochen stopped in front of her.

"Continue doing what you're supposed to do."

"I will make the decisions regarding the Spirit Hall."

Bibi Dong's knuckles are turning white.

She'd rather suffer a crushing defeat than accept this arrangement in front of everyone.

"Qian Daochen, you..."

She was about to speak when her eyes swept across the sky.

The golden Heavenly Screen still hangs there.

The words "Treasure Ranking" caught her eye.

Bibi Dong stopped speaking.

Treasure Ranking!

She also has the Rakshasa Demon Scythe!

Although the divine sense was severed, the Divine Artifact itself was not destroyed.

As long as the Demon Scythe makes it onto the list, she will receive another Heavenly Dao Reward!

Qian Daochen was able to Martial Soul Advanced to Supreme thanks to the top ranking reward.

Why couldn't she use the Treasure Ranking to complete the final step of the inheritance?

Bibi Dong looked down at the sickle.

The Divine Mark on it were still slowly flowing.

The corners of her mouth slowly turned up.

Losing today doesn't mean you'll lose in the future!

As long as the Pope remains, she can retain her connections and influence.

When the reward arrives, she might still have a chance to compete for it again!

Qian Daochen observed her changing expression but did not press for further questions.

Have you thought it through?

Bibi Dong raised her head and put the Demon Scythe back to her side.

"Good."

"I will continue to manage the Papal Hall."

Qian Renxue looked at her, and finally released her hand from the side of her skirt.

Qian Daoliu stepped forward and placed the scepter on the ground.

"I will obey my elder brother's orders at the Worship Hall."

Golden Crocodile Douluo immediately bowed.

"I will obey your command, sir!"

Several worshippers paid their respects together.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo exchanged a glance and stepped out of the ranks of knights.

"The Papal Hall is at your command."

Bibi Dong stood still, making no attempt to stop them.

Her gaze swept over the crowd and then fell upon the Treasure Ranking in the sky.

Qian Daochen witnessed this scene.

He knew perfectly well what she was waiting for.

However, he didn't care.

At that very moment.

Behind the distant high ground, several Soul Master wearing Shrek Academy robes put away their communicators and, using the crowd as cover, quickly walked towards the road where the carriages were parked.

The Fire Dragon King lowered his head.

"My Master, those messengers who've been relaying messages are leaving."

Qian Daochen glanced at it.

The Shrek Academy people.

They were calling out the most just now, but now they're walking the fastest.

"Let them be."

He looked away, not glancing at it a second time.

On the high platform.

Tang Xiao slowly stood up.

The Clear Sky Sect elder followed behind him, but he couldn't utter a single word of what he had prepared.

The Spirit Hall did not split.

The Papal Hall and the Worship Hall also ceased their conflict.

Qian Daochen's arrival alone was enough to suppress both sides!

"Return to the clan."

Tang Xiao looked at the elder.

"Let's put aside the matter of leaving the mountain for now."

The elder nodded immediately.

On the other side.

Ning Fengzhi straightened his sleeves and, along with Chen Xin and Gu Rong, descended from the high platform.

He was still considering how to maneuver between the two factions within the Spirit Hall.

Now, there's no need to consider this anymore.

Qian Daochen left Bibi Dong to handle affairs and also took control of the Worship Hall.

The Spirit Hall's strength was not even significantly diminished by this battle!

The envoys from both empires also rose to their feet.

Their initial hesitation and probing ultimately turned into urgent letters urging the imperial court to retract its plans.

In front of the city gate.

The Spirit Hall knights lined up again.

Qian Daochen strode into the city, followed half a step behind by Qian Daoliu, and then several retainers followed in turn.

Bibi Dong stood for a moment, then finally grasped the Rakshasa Demon Scythe and stepped down from the shattered stone platform.

Both sides of the road.

The spears stood upright in unison.

An elderly deacon looked at the White Clothes Figure walking at the front and curtsied.

"Welcome back to the Spirit Hall, sir!"

The knights behind him knelt down.

Inside and outside the city gates, members of the Spirit Hall bowed their heads one after another.

Qian Daochen walked along the long street, his gaze falling on the Papal Hall in the distance.

The steps in front of the hall have been cleared.

Qian Daoliu aside to make way.

Bibi Dong stopped at the foot of the steps, watching the figure in White Clothes walk up step by step.

She gripped the sickle handle tightly and finally lowered her head.

Qian Daochen stepped onto the last stone step and turned around.

The worshippers and elders stood on either side.

The knights in the city bowed their heads, awaiting orders.

"From this day forward."

"The Spirit Hall will be under my command."

When the messenger knight from the Spirit Hall stepped out of the city gate, urgent messages from various envoys had already been sent to all parts of the continent.

Qian Daochen takes charge of the Spirit Hall!

Bibi Dong continues to handle affairs of the Papal Hall, while the Worship Hall awaits your command!

Upon receiving the message, the forces that had been waiting for the Spirit Hall to split up began to withdraw their probing personnel.

Heaven Dou Palace

Xue Ye unfolded the secret letter, read the last line, and then flipped the letter back to the beginning.

"Bibi Dong wasn't deposed?"

His Highness's Imperial Enshrined bowed in response.

"The Pope's throne remains, but all decisions of the Spirit Hall must be made in accordance with Qian Daochen."

"The branch temples in various locations have received the order, and none of them have raised any objections."

On Xue Ye placed the secret letter on the table.

He waited for the Spirit Hall to weaken, but what he got in return was the unification of the Papal Hall and the Worship Hall.

"Have the personnel at the border withdraw to their original posts."

All the previously drafted arrangements are hereby nullified.

The Imperial Enshrined bowed and accepted the order.

Xue Ye looked out the window and spoke again after a long while.

He even kept Bibi Dong with him.

"The Spirit Hall's personnel, branch halls, and retainers are all present and accounted for."

What else can we use to wait for an opportunity?

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

As soon as Ning Fengzhi returned to the main hall, the sect elders came to greet him.

"Sect Master, is the news from Spirit City truly accurate?"

"Did Qian Daochen really make Rakshasa God back down?"

Chen Xin walked past the group and sheathed the Seven Killing Sword back into his body.

"We saw it with our own eyes."

The elders exchanged glances, and the prepared meeting documents all stopped in their hands.

Ning Fengzhi sat down and took one of the portions.

The paper outlined how the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect should respond after the conflict between the Papal Hall and the Worship Hall.

He read two lines and then closed the document.

"There's no need to discuss this anymore."

"Remember one thing when dealing with the Spirit Hall in the future."

The elders immediately looked at him.

"Bibi Dong is still the Pope, but behind her now stands Qian Daochen."

Gu Rong sat down beside him, picked up his teacup, but did not drink it immediately.

"In the past, we could still find some space between the two halls."

"Now, who dares to cross him?"

No one in the hall responded.

Ning Fengzhi put the document aside.

"From now on, let me see all the letters sent to Spirit City first."

Spirit Hall.

Papal Hall.

The registers of the various branch temples have been laid out on the long table, with several priests and elders of the Papal Hall standing on either side.

Qian Daochen turned a page of the roster and pushed it in front of Bibi Dong.

"Business operations will continue as usual."

"The handover of these branch halls today must not delay the Martial Soul Awakening and the registration of Soul Master."