Unifying Spirit Hall!

Bibi Dong took the roster.

"I'll arrange it."

She changed into a purple dress, and the wound on her shoulder had been properly bandaged.

She put away the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, with only the purple mark between her brows still showing signs of their previous battle.

Qian Daoliu stood on the other side of the long table, the bleeding from the wound on his chest had stopped.

Just as he was about to hand over the register of the Worship Hall, his gaze fell on Qian Renxue.

She was picking up a teacup from the table.

The golden sleeve slid down his wrist, and a wisp of Soul Power swept across his fingertips, warming the tea in the cup that had cooled down.

The golden light was extremely faint.

Qian Daoliu, however, saw it clearly.

His hand froze in mid-air.

"Xiao Xue, come here."

Qian Renxue put down her teacup and walked up to him.

"Grandpa, what's wrong?"

"Release your Martial Soul."

She glanced at Qian Daochen behind the desk, then spread her arms.

Golden light rose from behind.

Six Wings unfolded in sequence, their tips drooping over the golden skirt and illuminating the stone bricks beneath their feet.

The elders inside the hall stepped back half a step.

They had seen Six-Winged Angel.

But this time, tiny golden patterns flowed between those feathers.

Qian Daoliu raised his hand, letting a wisp of Angel Soul Power land on the edge of her wings.

The two golden lights touched.

The Soul Power he released quickly merged into the feather.

Qian Renxue's wings simply fluttered slightly, dispersing the excess power on their own.

"Your Martial Soul Origin..."

Qian Daoliu around to her side, watching the emerald light spots at the base of her wings gradually disappear.

"It's become so much more refined than before?"

Bibi Dong was originally looking through the roster.

Upon hearing this, she also raised her head.

Her gaze followed the Six Wings, finally settling on Qian Renxue's brow.

The Angel Mark is emerging in the golden light.

The mark, though not activated by the Divine Trial, still maintained a connection with her soul Soul Power.

Bibi Dong put down the roster.

"You passed the Divine Trial again recently?"

Qian Renxue shook her head.

"No."

"Then why has your Soul Power become like this?"

Bibi Dong took a step forward.

Having possessed Twin Martial Souls and undergone divine tempering, she naturally understood what the changes before her eyes meant.

Qian Renxue's total Soul Power did not suddenly surge.

But every time she channeled her Soul Power, the Six-Winged Angel responded accordingly, with not even a drop of power being lost from the tips of its wings.

Such control cannot be achieved simply by practicing for a few more days!

Qian Renxue folded her wings, her fingertips landing on her sleeve.

"My great-grandfather told me to cultivate using the World Tree."

"My Soul Power, nourished by the Life Origin, has flowed smoothly where it was previously blocked."

She took a bright green leaf from her sleeve.

The leaf fell into my palm, and glimmers of light still danced within its tiny veins.

"I carry it with me when I cultivate, and my Martial Soul also benefits from it."

Qian Daoliu looked at the leaf.

He originally thought that Qian Renxue had only been taking care of herself while staying by her brother's side these days.

Who would have thought that even her Martial Soul Origin had been nourished!

Bibi Dong looked up and gazed behind the long table.

Qian Daochen was flipping through another list without even looking up.

"A single leaf can do all that?"

"The leaves merely bear the essence."

Qian Daochen closed the register.

"Xiao Xue already possesses the Angel Martial Soul, so her foundation is sufficient. She only needs to make up for the losses from her previous cultivation."

How much she can absorb depends on herself.

Bibi Dong didn't ask any more questions.

Looking at the leaf in Qian Renxue's palm, she thought about how much effort she had put into tempering her Martial Soul over the years.

When it came to Qian Daochen, he simply had Qian Renxue cultivate with only a single leaf!

Inside the hall, Golden Crocodile Douluo also looked at the leaf.

They had already heard that the World Tree could create Soul Ring.

Now that they have witnessed it nourishing their Martial Soul, they understand that the uses of this supreme Martial Soul go far beyond just Soul Ring!

Qian Daoliu suddenly turned around and strode to the long table.

"Brother!"

He placed the roster on the table, his face already beaming with smiles.

"You've come to the right place this time!"

Qian Daochen looked up at him.

"If I don't come back, do you plan to let Xiao Xue continue to undergo the Divine Trial while suffering from the effects of her cultivation?"

The smile on Qian Daoliu's face froze.

"I've examined her before, but..."

"I just didn't realize it."

"Yes."

He agreed readily, then looked at the leaf again.

"Now that my elder brother is taking care of me, I can rest assured."

The Subduing Demon Douluo, standing at the back, couldn't help but turn his head to the side.

He had seen Qian Daoliu preside over Worship Hall, and he had also seen Qian Daoliu reprimand the crowd.

When has the Great Enshrined ever laughed like that?

Even the way he stood in front of the desk was different from usual!

Chrysanthemum Douluo lowered his eyes, but his peripheral vision still lingered on Qian Daoliu.

The Great Enshrined, who held absolute power in the Worship Hall, actually had this side to him?

Qian Daochen leaned back in his chair, looking at the robes on Qian Daoliu's chest.

"Has the Rakshasa Divine Power in the wound been cleaned?"

"There's one more thing, I can take care of it when I get back."

"Stand still."

Qian Daochen raised his hand, and a ray of emerald light landed on his chest.

Beneath the robes, the remaining purplish-black divine power was stripped away one by one.

The forces that had been hindering the healing of flesh and blood had just surfaced when they dissipated in the azure light.

Qian Daoliu pressed his hand to his chest.

The stinging pain at the wound had disappeared, and even the Soul Power that had been previously consumed had been partially restored.

Thank you, brother!

Qian Daochen withdrew his hand, but did not tell him to leave.

"Your sword, formed from Soul Power, cannot withstand the impact of Divine Artifact."

"Use this from now on."

A beam of white light fell on the long table.

It was a longsword with a sheath.

The scabbard was pure white, with pale gold patterns inlaid at the hilt. There were no gemstones on the hilt, only two overlapping fine lines.

Qian Daoliu reached out and grasped the sword hilt.

Before the longsword was even drawn, the Angel Martial Soul behind him responded.

A ray of golden light flowed from the palm into the hilt of the sword.

The sheath tip then lit up.

"This is..."

"Mysterious Light Sword."

Qian Daochen gestured for him to draw his sword.

"I made it, it's just sitting there anyway, you can take it and use it."

Qian Daoliu gripped the scabbard and slowly drew his longsword.

The three-foot-long sword was revealed.

The sunlight inside the hall converged on the sword's edge, gradually illuminating the golden patterns on its spine.

Golden Crocodile Douluo raised his head.

His Martial Soul was actually affected, and his protective Soul Power emerged on its own!

With a swift movement, the Qian Jun Douluo's wrist tightened, and the Coiling Dragon Staff appeared in his palm.

The sword wasn't pointed at him.

But the moment the sword left its sheath, he sensed a threat.

"Divine Artifact?"

Bibi Dong stared at the Mysterious Light Sword, her fingertips pressing against the edge of the roster.

She had just put away the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, so she was all too familiar with the aura of such a weapon.

The Mysterious Light Sword has not yet reached the level of the Rakshasa Demon Scythe.

But it has already possessed divinity!

Qian Daoliu gripped the sword hilt, feeling his Angel Soul Power being guided by the sword, flowing along the patterns on its own.

There's no need to suppress it forcefully.

There's no need for repeated adaptation.

This sword is surprisingly well-suited to his power!

"Brother, is this for me?"

Qian Daochen glanced at him.

"If you don't want it, then let it go."

Qian Daoliu immediately gripped the scabbard firmly.

"I want!"

The several worshippers inside the hall all looked over.

He no longer cared about the opinions of others.

Divine Artifact!

He has cultivated for so many years, but he has never truly possessed a weapon of this kind that belongs to him!

Bibi Dong spoke again.

"You just said that you forged this sword?"

Qian Daochen nodded.

"Since the materials were decent, I casually forged a sword."

Ghost Douluo raised his eyes.

smoothly?

He looked at the Mysterious Light Sword in Qian Daoliu's palm, then at the person behind the long table, and remained silent for a long time.

The weapons treasured by various sects across the continent for many years could not withstand the light emanating from this sword.

Qian Daochen, however, claimed that he had simply made it on a whim!

The Subduing Demon Douluo took half a step forward.

"Brother, can this Mysterious Light Sword be upgraded in the future?"

"Can."

Qian Daochen gaze upon Qian Daoliu.

"The divinity within the sword has not yet been fully developed."

"If you nurture it with Angel Soul Power, and its own power advances further, it will have the opportunity to become a true Super Divine Artifact."

Qian Daoliu looked down at his sword, unable to suppress the smile on his face any longer.

He raised his wrist, and the sword spun accordingly.

Golden light extended from the tip of the sword, but before it could touch the pillar, he promptly withdrew it.

"What a fine sword!"

"If I had possessed this sword earlier, I wouldn't be in this predicament today..."

Bibi Dong glanced at him.

Qian Daochen had already raised his hand and tapped on the long table.

"Once you got the weapon, all you remembered was today's defeat?"

Qian Daoliu quickly sheathed his sword.

"My elder brother is right."

"The Mysterious Light Sword can help you bear power, but it cannot cultivate for you."

Qian Daochen looked at him.

"You've been stuck at Level 99 for so many years, do you really intend to stay there forever?"

The smile on Qian Daoliu's face slowly faded.

He gripped the Mysterious Light Sword and glanced down at the hilt.

"Brother, I am the Great Enshrined of the Angel God."

"My duty is to safeguard the legacy and await Xiao Xue's completion of the Divine Trial."

Qian Renxue raised her head.

She looked at her grandfather, about to speak, when Qian Daochen continued.

I'm asking about your own cultivation.

"Preserving traditions and moving forward are two different things."

Qian Daoliu raised his eyes.

Can I go even further?

"You have already come into contact with divine power, and your physical body and Soul Power have a foundation."

Qian Daochen pointed to the Mysterious Light Sword.

If the old path is blocked, then try another one.

"With me here, you still have a chance to become a god."

The hall fell silent immediately.

Golden Crocodile Douluo looked at Qian Daoliu, even forgetting to put down the roster in his hand.

Can Great Enshrined become a god?

He has been a guardian Angel God's Inheritance for many years and has long placed his future path on Qian Renxue.

Now, Qian Daochen tells him that he can continue on his own!

Bibi Dong looked behind the desk.

She tried to glean some confidence from Qian Daochen's expression.

But he had already picked up the roster again, leaving only one sentence for Qian Daoliu.

"Don't stand there grinning like an idiot with a sword in your hand."

"Work harder from now on, and don't make me clean up your messes anymore."

Qian Daoliu looked at his brother, his grip on the sword slowly tightening.

He did not test the sword again.

He solemnly sheathed the Mysterious Light Sword and then placed it beside him.

"Brother."

"I've got it."

Qian Daochen turned a page of the register.

"Remember it and then do it."

Qian Daoliu half a step back, straightened his robes, and bowed towards the long table.

"From now on, I will do my best to fulfill any orders you give me, brother!"

The Subduing Demon Douluo was taken aback.

Qian Renxue smiled, though she pursed her lips.

"Grandpa, you weren't standing like that just now."

Qian Daoliu straightened up and held the Mysterious Light Sword firmly in his arms.

"That was just now."

He looked at Qian Daochen, a smile returning to his face.

"Brother, I am absolutely loyal to you!"

Qian Daochen put down the roster and glanced at the Mysterious Light Sword that Qian Daoliu was holding in his arms.

"In that case, you shall arrange the handover ceremony."

"The branch monasteries need not stop their affairs to come; let the bishops remaining in the city attend."

"Now that the titles and ranks are established today, future orders will be easier to transmit to all regions."

Qian Daoliu immediately stopped smiling.

He slung the Mysterious Light Sword sword at his waist and took the register from the table.

"Don't worry, brother, I'll take care of it right away."

Golden Crocodile Douluo followed.

"The ceremonial register in the Worship Hall is still there; I'll go get it."

Several attendants took up their duties one after another. Even the Subduing Demon Douluo, who was usually the most talkative, carried the Coiling Dragon Staff and went outside the hall to personally arrange the guards.

Bibi Dong watched the group leave, her fingertips still pressed against the register in the Papal Hall.

In the past, when these people saw her, they didn't even want to exchange more than a few words.

Now, at Qian Daochen's mere command, they eagerly rush to carry it out.

She lowered her eyes and closed the register.

"I will have the elders and bishops of the Papal Hall summoned."

Qian Daochen nodded.

"You will preside over the handover of power at the Papal Hall."

Bibi Dong paused with her fingertips.

She knew this ceremony was unavoidable.

Admitting defeat outside the city is simply acknowledging victory or defeat.

Now, she must personally hand over the reins of the Spirit Hall.

"Good."

She picked up the roster, turned, and walked down the long steps.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo immediately followed, awaiting her instructions.

Afternoon.

Knights lined up on both sides of the square in the Papal Hall.

Banners of the Spirit Hall were unfurled, and the gold ornaments on the spears reflected the sunlight, illuminating the path leading to the hall gate.

The bishops stood at the bottom of the stone steps.

The elders of the Papal Hall and the members of the Worship Hall stood on the left and right, respectively, and the command flags that were originally hung on the two sides now stood side by side in front of the palace.

Qian Renxue stood beside the long steps.

She gazed at the newly hung golden emblem above the palace gate, then looked at the people in the Worship Hall, her eyes filled with anticipation.

In the past, when faced with such a situation, Grandpa and Bibi Dong would always stand in different positions.

Today, the two sides finally stood together.

Xiao Wu stood next to her, her gaze fixed on the purple figure below the steps.

"Is she really willing to pay?"

Qian Renxue followed her gaze.

Bibi Dong has already changed into her Pope robes.

Golden patterns extended from the collar to the hem of the skirt, a crown was placed neatly on her head, and she held a long box in her hands.

Inside is the General Commander's Office of the Spirit Hall.

The one who holds the order can mobilize the branch temples in various places.

She has already agreed.

Qian Renxue withdrew her gaze.

With so many people watching, she won't go back on her word.

Xiao Wu nodded gently and didn't ask any more questions.

A figure in White Clothes emerged from inside the palace gates.

Qian Daochen did not change into his elaborate formal attire, nor did he wear any ornaments symbolizing his status at his waist.

But as soon as he reached the steps, the bishops in the square all stood up straight.

The Fire Dragon King and the Ice Dragon King stood on either side of the palace.

The two Dragon King concealed their auras, looked at the White Clothes Figure, and did not interrupt the ceremony.

Qian Daoliu emerged from the line of worshippers.

He unfolded the book of gifts with both hands, his gaze sweeping over the crowd below.

"Lord Qian Daochen was one of the founders of the Spirit Hall."

"Returning today, I will command the Worship Hall and the Papal Hall, and take charge of the Spirit Hall."

"From this day forward, the Spirit Hall shall have a Hall Master."

"Honored guests, Pope, elders, and bishops are all under the command of the Temple Lord!"