Douluo Continent: Starting from Awakening the Vermilion Bird Martial Soul

"Please lead the way."

Afterwards, Di Hong followed Salas to the Papal Palace.

Along the way, observing the situation in Spirit City, he discovered that in the past twelve years, the Spirit Hall had become even stronger. Although Qian Xunji was a complete scoundrel and a far cry from his father Qian Daoliu, his abilities were still undeniable.

The Spirit Hall's strength has increased significantly in recent years.

As they walked, Di Hong suddenly asked, "May I ask, how is Your Highness the Holy Maiden of your palace doing now?"

He roughly guessed that Bibi Dong was probably imprisoned now, and the number one secret chamber douluo on the continent had reached the pinnacle.

Salas shook his head: "I know nothing about Her Highness the Saintess."

He genuinely didn't know, after all, he had only been a cardinal for a short time and knew nothing about Bibi Dong. He hadn't even met Bibi Dong much. He had been a bishop in a subordinate kingdom of the Heaven Dou Empire, and all he knew about Bibi Dong was that she existed, and he had only met her once.

Di Hong did not ask any further questions.

The two quickly arrived outside the Papal Palace.

Looking at the magnificent domed building before him, this was the first time Di Hong had ever seen the Papal Palace up close. When he came here at the age of fourteen, he had only seen it from afar.

The doors of the Papal Palace slowly opened.

Salas respectfully stepped aside, gesturing for Di Hong to go in alone.

After glancing at Salas, Di Hong strode into the Papal Palace.

The main hall was empty, except for Qian Xunji, who sat in the Pope's seat.

"Da da da."

The sound of Emperor Hong's footsteps echoed back into the main hall.

After walking to the center of the main hall, he looked up and met Qian Xunji's gaze.

The two men locked eyes, neither willing to yield. Although Qian Xunji had long held a superior position and possessed an imposing aura, Di Hong was also a Title Douluo, and he was not intimidated at all. If they were to fight, without calling for reinforcements, Qian Xunji might not be able to defeat him. Qian Xunji had no time for such formalities, after all, he was several decades older than Di Hong. When he saw Di Hong, he was extremely shocked. At the age of twenty-six, he had already reached the Title Douluo level.

Moreover, it also has three 100,000-year soul rings.

Three 100,000-year spirit rings—even his own father never possessed them.

On the mainland, there are only a handful of Soul Masters with 100,000-year Soul Rings. Their Spirit Hall only has two, while Di Hong alone has three.

Qian Xunji stood up, stepped down from the Pope's seat, and came to Di Hong.

After looking him over, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Your talent is truly astonishing. Looking across the entire continent, you are undoubtedly the number one. How did you do it?"

"Even with innate level 20 soul power, it would be impossible to reach the title of Douluo level in such a short time."

He is the owner of the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul. How could he not know whether a level 20 Innate Realm cultivator could reach the Title Douluo level in such a short time?

He was over fifty years old when he became a Title Douluo. Even his own father could not have become a Title Douluo at that age.

It should be noted that Qian Daoliu only reached level 99 in soul power within a few decades after passing the angel's test.

To become a Title Douluo in such a short time, one would probably need to undergo the Nine Trials of a God's inheritance.

Di Hong did not undergo the divine assessment. Although he could sense the sacred aura emanating from Di Hong, he did not sense the aura of a god.

"It was just a lucky coincidence." Di Hong was very frank. He knew that the level 20 of the Innate Realm couldn't be hidden from a power like the Spirit Hall, especially since it also possessed a god-level spirit like the Six-Winged Angel. He had come to terms with it now. Anyway, he had already reached the Title Douluo level, so nothing else mattered.

Qian Xunji gave him a deep look, but didn't ask any more questions. Di Hong had secrets that couldn't be revealed by asking.

"Come with me." His voice was calm, but it carried a hint of resentment.

The Spirit Hall had intended to kill Di Hong, but unexpectedly, he basically stayed in Heaven Dou City and later became the son-in-law of the Clear Sky Sect, which made it impossible for them to take action against him. Even during the time he was away traveling, they were unable to do anything about it.

After all, at that time, even a regular Title Douluo wouldn't be able to kill Di Hong.

Moreover, killing him would easily cause a rift with the Clear Sky Sect and the Heaven Dou Empire, which would be detrimental to the Spirit Hall. After weighing all the factors, they abandoned their plan to eliminate Di Hong.

After leaving the Papal Palace with Qian Xunji, the two headed towards the Douluo Palace at the top of the mountain. To show respect, neither of them chose to fly.

Walking ahead with his hands behind his back, Qian Xunji said calmly, "You might be a threat to the Spirit Hall."

"Then this is the best opportunity for His Holiness the Pope."

"Hong is in the Spirit Hall, isolated and helpless."

Di Hong laughed easily, completely without vigilance or precaution.

Qianxun snorted coldly.

"Do you think our Spirit Hall is fickle? Since we sent you here, we will naturally ensure your safe return."

Di Hong silently rolled his eyes. It felt strange coming from Qian Xunji's mouth. Maybe it was because his "Secret Chamber Douluo" filter was too thick.

The two arrived at the mountain peak.

Looking down from here, one gets a sense of overlooking all living beings, of standing at the very top. This is the first time Di Hong has experienced the world through the eyes of a strong person. In the world of the strong, everything is at his feet, and he is the one who looks down on all living beings.

I looked down and then looked up at the sky.

He looks down upon all living beings from here, but aren't there even stronger beings looking down upon them from the heavens? Level ninety-nine is merely a step on his path forward; God is his ultimate goal.

He is not a strongman yet.

The gates of the Douluo Palace were tightly closed.

Qian Xunji and Di Hong stopped at the door.

"Go in by yourself."

Even he couldn't easily enter the Douluo Palace.

As he finished speaking, the doors of the Douluo Palace opened, and Di Hong composed himself before stepping inside.

Chapter 126. Thousand Paths Flow

Chapter 126 Qian Daoliu

Compared to the Papal Palace, the Douluo Palace is not as magnificent.

In the very center stands a golden angel statue, holding aloft a golden sword pointing to the sky, with golden flames emanating from the sword.

Looking at the statue, Di Hong felt his soul tremble. This was not fear, but resonance. His Vermilion Bird Martial Soul was resonating with the statue. Perhaps this was the resonance from a god-level Martial Soul. The two sacred auras intertwined.

He made no attempt to conceal the sacred aura of his Vermilion Bird Martial Soul, and for a moment the entire Douluo Palace was enveloped in this sacred aura.

Around them were hundreds of golden plaques, each engraved with a name and a title. Without exception, the owners of these enshrined plaques were all powerful figures at the Title Douluo level.

Most of them have passed away, though some are still alive.

Beneath the angel statue stood a man. He was quite tall, but didn't appear particularly strong. He had long, neatly combed blond hair that cascaded over his shoulders.

He stood there with his hands behind his back, but there was not a trace of soul power fluctuation around him. Even Di Hong could not sense any soul power fluctuation on him. His aura was also concealed, as if he were just an ordinary person. But if you looked closely, he seemed to be integrated with the statue.

This man was none other than Qian Daoliu, the former Pope of the Spirit Hall, the current Grand Elder, and one of the three peerless Douluo of level ninety-nine in this world.

Di Hong respectfully bowed to the man.

"Junior Di Hong greets Senior."

Qian Daoliu slowly turned around, and Di Hong immediately felt a faint pressure.

Staring at Di Hong, Qian Daoliu's eyes showed no emotion whatsoever, as if everything was the same to him. Di Hong's talent shocked him, but he did not show it.

He withdrew his gaze and spoke slowly, his tone very calm.

"Congratulations on becoming a Title Douluo, and also the youngest Title Douluo on the entire continent."

"Thank you, Senior." Di Hong smiled slightly.

Qian Daoliu smiled and nodded.

"Next, I will personally preside over the ceremony for you."

"Have you decided on your title yet?"

Di Hong nodded: "I've already thought it through."

"Let's begin then." After Qian Daoliu finished speaking, three pairs of golden wings unfurled on his back, and at the same time, his whole body exuded a holy aura. With the flapping of his angelic wings, he slowly flew into the air, and then a golden light was released from his body.

Golden light instantly filled the entire Douluo Palace.

Then Qian Daoliu held a ceremony to confer titles upon Emperor Hong.

The golden light shone on Di Hong, and he did not put up any resistance.

The investiture ceremony was short and ended quickly. After all, the investiture of a Title Douluo is not like an emperor ascending the throne, and every Title Douluo's time is precious.

After the investiture ceremony, Sendou returned to his previous state.

He walked up to Di Hong and handed him a token.

"Congratulations, young Vermilion Bird Douluo."

Upon receiving the token, Di Hong clasped his hands in a respectful bow.

Qian Daoliu waved his hand, indicating that he could leave.

Di Hong slowly withdrew from the Douluo Hall. As he stepped out, the sunlight shone on him, and he felt an unprecedented warmth.

"The road ahead is bright."