The Worship Hall stood at the very summit of Angel God Mountain. From here, one could look down over almost all of Spirit City. Clouds and mist wreathed the mountainside year-round, and even the air carried a faint trace of sacred soul power.
Unlike the Papal Hall, which dazzled the eye with gold and splendor, the Worship Hall looked remarkably austere and imposing, without any gaudy ornamentation. Yet every brick and stone, every carved line, bore the weight of untold years, exuding an indescribable majesty.
At the center of the innermost chamber stood an immense Angel God Statue with an ancient aura. Pure white from head to toe, it held its palms together and lowered its gaze, as though looking down upon every soul master in the world. Sacred and solemn, it made anyone who entered instinctively soften their footsteps, their hearts filling with reverence, not daring the slightest disrespect.
The moment Golden Crocodile Douluo stepped into the chamber, he spotted a figure kneeling quietly before the Angel God Statue, head bowed in whispered prayer.
He was a remarkably handsome man who looked only around thirty, dressed in a plain gray robe, his brilliant golden hair meticulously groomed.
This man was the true power behind the entire Spirit Hall, one of the mightiest figures on the Douluo Continent, Spirit Hall's Great Enshrined-Angel Douluo Qian Daoliu!
After entering the Worship Hall, Golden Crocodile Douluo instinctively lightened his footsteps, afraid of disturbing its sacred atmosphere.
He walked slowly behind Qian Daoliu and first offered an exceedingly solemn bow to the majestic Angel God Statue. Only then did he stand silently in place, patiently waiting for Qian Daoliu to finish his prayers.
After a short, quiet wait, Qian Daoliu finally brought his prayers to a close.
He slowly opened his eyes, revealing irises