Spirit City

With that, Oscar and Zhu Zhuqing had both successfully obtained their third Soul Rings. The main objective of this trip had been accomplished.

Zhao Wuji wasted no more time. With a wave of his broad hand, he ordered, "Everyone, move out at once! Back to Shrek Academy!"

Spirit City, Worship Hall.

Sunlight streamed through the towering stained-glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope of light and shadow across the marble floor, polished smooth as a mirror.

The entire hall was spacious and solemn. On its dome, dozens of meters high, a mural depicted the Angel God descending, six wings unfurled, holy light bathing all below.

Qian Daoliu stood before the Angel Statue, his hands clasped behind his back.

He wore a simple white robe, his silver hair white as snow. His face still bore the appearance of a middle-aged man, but the weight of years settled in his eyes was far beyond what his appearance could conceal.

Seven days had passed since he returned to the Worship Hall from the central area of Douluo Hall.

Everything in Heaven Dou City still seemed to linger before his eyes: young Bai Xue's cool, resolute gaze, the composure beyond her years as she stood in the center of the training ground, and the fluctuations of soul power within her that had already begun to take on the shape of a supreme expert's.

Twelve years old. Rank forty-three. A ten-thousand-year fourth ring.

Qian Daoliu gently closed his eyes. A trace of gratification rose in his heart, but stronger still was a heavy sense of responsibility.

This child's talent surpassed even that of Qian Xunji and Qian Renxue at her age.

Though the Snow-Crested Swan was a mutated martial soul, it also possessed a top-tier ice attribute. With the Six-Winged Angel as her second martial soul