Spirit Hall's Holy Son
A divine light shot into the sky, causing the entire Worship Hall to shake violently and the ground to crack open with huge ravines. Violent energy swept in all directions, and smoke and dust filled the air.
Qian Daoliu was forced back several steps by the enormous recoil force, his sword-wielding arm trembling slightly, and tiny cracks appeared on the blade of the Angel Holy Sword.
The smoke and dust slowly dissipated.
The light and shadow of the young Angel God Shennong Sacred Form had dimmed, and the Saint Image's body was covered with cracks. Before long, the figure of the young Deity dissipated, and the figures of Jiang Baiyu and Qian Renxue appeared, their auras disordered and their Soul Power almost exhausted.
Unexpectedly, the Angel God statue, which had been silent for countless years, suddenly shone brightly! A golden divine light pierced through the clouds and headed straight for Qian Renxue.
"This is... Divine Favor!" Qian Daoliu exclaimed excitedly as he sensed this aura. This was the aura actively emitted by the Angel God!
You should know that apart from the Angel Clan, whose Angel God react when receiving divine Divine Grace, this only happened when Qian Renxue was born. And today, it happened again.
Just then, two pillars of divine light fell simultaneously!
A wave instantly enveloped Qian Renxue, her Martial Soul uncontrollably possessing her, her aura becoming more sacred and powerful. The phantom of Six-Winged Angel behind her trembled and solidified, the dormant divine origin deep within her Martial Soul was completely awakened, faint golden patterns appeared on the feathers, and the purity of her Angel Bloodline surged instantly. At the same time, a divine mark slowly emerged between her brows.
"This is... the Divine Inheritance!" Qian Daoliu in surprise.
At the same time, another dazzling Angel Divine Light traversed space and landed precisely on Jiang Baiyu!
The divinity belonging to the Angel God surged into the Shennong Cauldron Martial Soul. The Angel God already possessed the authority of the sun, which further stimulated the vitality of the plants within the Shennong Cauldron, and the Plants and Trees Holy Light completely merged with the divine radiance of the Angel God.
"Incredible..." Qian Daoliu murmured softly, his six wings trembling slightly, his nine Soul Ring shimmering. "The Divine Grace of the Angel God actually favors those who are not of Angel Bloodline."
On the high platform, the Golden Crocodile Douluo's crocodile scales were restless, and his previously suppressed fighting spirit surged again. A huge beast soul phantom faintly appeared behind him. He stared intently at the two children who were bathing in Divine Grace, his heart filled with disbelief.
The blessing of the Angel God Statue is something that only Angel Clan can receive, but today, an exception has occurred: Jiang Baiyu has received the angel's Divine Favor.
He looked at Qian Daoliu, who seemed somewhat dazed, and asked, "Brother, this..."
At this moment, Qian Daoliu was merely sensing the aura emanating from the Angel God. His gaze was fixed on the two people bathed in the Angel Divine Light, his eyes filled with complex emotions: shock, disbelief, and, above all, a heartfelt sense of recognition.
"The statue of the Angel God has already provided the answer."
Qian Daoliu spoke slowly, "I always thought that the Angel Inheritance could only be continued through bloodlines. Only today do I realize that the approval of God is never bound by bloodlines. Perhaps, it's just a matter of insufficient talent." His tone was full of emotion.
"Thank you for the blessing of the Angel God, Xiao Xue. Your Angel Martial Soul has been baptized by the Angel God, making its foundation even more solid."
And you, Jiang Baiyu, your talent is so great that it can actually rouse the Deity of my Spirit Hall who have existed for ten thousand years. This is truly unprecedented. Your talent is perhaps unheard of throughout history.
Qian Daoliu gently shook the Angel Holy Sword in his hand, and the holy sword turned into specks of golden light and dissipated into the void.
"Today, as the Great Enshrined of the Spirit Hall, I hereby bestow upon you the title of Holy Son of the Spirit Hall!"
The instant he finished speaking, all the retainers who had heard Qian Daoliu's words bowed in unison. "Greetings, Holy Son!"
Qian Daoliu was not surprised. As the spokesperson of the Angel God, his words carried divine authority and were of absolute power. Even the current Pope could not change what he said.
Moreover, looking at his granddaughter, whose eyes were full of affection, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself. Even if that boy Jiang became the Pope of the Spirit Hall, wouldn't he still belong to Xue'er? As he thought this, he found Jiang Baiyu's gaze even more pleasing to the eye.
However, thinking of the madwoman in the Papal Hall, a murderous intent flashed through Qian Daoliu's mind, but he still sighed lightly, "Fine, it's perfect. Come with me to the Papal Hall, and I'll announce the investiture of Xiao Su and Jiang to the continent." Although he had already agreed and knew about it, as the nominal ruler of the Spirit Hall, he still had to inform them.
As soon as she finished speaking, Qian Daoliu Soul Power transformed into golden ropes, enveloping Su Wu and Jiang Baiyu, and carrying Qian Renxue, instantly transforming into a streak of light and fleeing towards the Papal Hall.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Yue Guan and Gui Mei stood facing each other at the entrance of the Papal Hall, which had its doors tightly shut.
Rewinding to the beginning, Bibi Dong was communicating with her two most trusted Title Douluo elders Yue Guan and Gui Mei, when she felt a rumbling sound coming from the Worship Hall, interrupting Bibi Dong instructions to the two.
"Your His Holiness the Pope?" Yue Guan asked tentatively, "Should I go and check on the situation in the Worship Hall?" After all, judging from the commotion, it seemed that something had happened in the Worship Hall, like a battle was taking place.
"It's alright." Bibi Dong sat high on the Pope chair, her face calm, but the excitement in her eyes and the tight grip on the armrests betrayed her true feelings. Whatever happened in the Worship Hall, it was all caused by those damned old fogies. "Fight, fight, it would be best if we could kill a few of those old fogies," she thought to herself. As for the people of the Worship Hall, Bibi Dong desperately hoped they had provoked an insurmountable enemy and would all die.
However, judging from this fluctuation, it was at most just a few Title Douluo holding back their strength in a friendly spar. Thinking of the news from her scouts, she felt a surge of resentment. Qian Renxue had also brought back a boy of unknown origin, so why did that damned old man Qian Daoliu receive so many worshippers to welcome him, while Xiao Gang was driven away and hated by everyone?
Thinking of this, her eyes reddened slightly, and an invisible pressure emanated from her, making it difficult for His Highness Yue Guan and Gui Mei to breathe.
"This!" Yue Guan and Gui Mei exchanged a glance. It seemed that their Pope's strength had increased again.
At this moment, a powerful and holy aura emanated from the scene. "This is... that old codger himself has made a move!" After sensing Qian Daoliu's aura, Bibi Dong regained her senses slightly. Looking at the two people currently suppressed by her pressure, she waved her hand and said, "I have a realization during my cultivation. Alright, you can go down now."
Yue Guan and Gui Mei were overjoyed, saying, "Congratulations, Your Pope, Pope break through soon." They then left the Papal Hall.
As Yue Guan and Gui Mei left, Bibi Dong could no longer hold back. Upon sensing Qian Daoliu's aura, Bibi Dong trembled on her throne, and the mask of calm she had maintained instantly shattered with the departure of Yue Guan and Gui Mei.
This damned aura was humiliation, a nightmare etched deep in her soul that would never fade.
"Angels, a bunch of hypocrites!"
Her fingers clenched tightly, causing the gem on the Pope's Scepter to tremble slightly. Hatred flowed in her eyes, and within this great hall, the two spider Martial Soul within her stirred restlessly.
Buzz--!
A thick, purplish-black fog rose wildly from beneath her skirt, unleashing the malevolent aura of the Death Spider Emperor and the Soul-Devouring Spider Emperor. Dark demonic patterns snaked up her fair skin, tracing lines across her face and neck. A gigantic spider phantom slowly emerged behind her, its eight massive, barbed legs appearing and disappearing within the black fog. A chilling, malevolent aura swept through the entire Papal Hall, even casting a dark, deathly ash veil over the purple-gold pillars within.
Bathed in angelic light, Bibi Dong at this moment resembled Rakshasa Demon suppressed by Angel Divine Light.