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Half a month later, Jiang Zhen and his group, who had been sightseeing and had not been in a hurry to travel, finally arrived at their destination - Martial Soul City.
From afar, this city, known as the holy land in the hearts of all soul masters, is indeed incomparable in size to the behemoth that is the capital of the Heaven Dou Empire, and even appears somewhat "small".
But as its full form gradually becomes clear, a unique aura of majesty and solemnity, belonging exclusively to the world of Soul Masters, comes rushing towards us.
The towering city wall, reaching a height of eighty meters, is constructed entirely of solid granite and is over thirty meters thick. Its specifications are built entirely according to the standards of the main city of the imperial capital, and even surpass them.
What's most peculiar is its shape; it's not a typical square, but a standard hexagon.
On each of the six massive city walls is a huge relief, identical to the pattern on the Spirit Hall token, symbolizing the six most powerful spirits, silently proclaiming the depth and pride of this place.
The soldiers patrolling the city wall were all Soul Masters dressed in the exclusive uniforms of the Spirit Hall, with sharp eyes and strict discipline.
The sheer number of troops defending the city far surpasses that of any other imperial city.
Stepping into Martial Soul City, the first impression is not one of bustling prosperity, but rather of spaciousness and order. The streets are wide, but there aren't many pedestrians, and most of them are walking hurriedly, their auras heavy and focused, clearly indicating that they are all Soul Masters.
The number of shops on both sides is limited, and they sell almost all kinds of items needed by Soul Masters, from medicinal herbs and minerals to weapons, armor, and even some storage Soul Tools that are not of the highest quality.
The entire city seemed to be a precision machine tailor-made for Soul Masters, efficient yet indifferent.
Jiang Zhen's gaze swept over the huge reliefs on the six city walls, especially lingering for a moment on a relief symbolizing a hammer-shaped martial spirit. A hint of undisguised contempt and disdain crept onto his lips.
They've completely broken ties with the Haotian Sect and are practically ready to wipe them out, yet they still brazenly carved this hammer on the city wall as a signboard.
The Xue Di and the Bing Di remained silent, a hint of surprise flashing in their eyes.
Lan Xi followed obediently, curiously observing the legendary city.
Dugu Bo followed behind Jiang Zhen, feeling the invisible pressure emanating from the city. He couldn't help but feel a little nervous, but seeing Jiang Zhen's calm and even critical attitude, he gradually calmed down.
The group did not linger in the city, heading straight for the city's very center, which was also the core area of the Spirit Hall—where the Pope's Hall, Douluo Hall, and Hall of Worship stood, the true core of the Spirit Hall's power and military strength.
With a clear goal in mind, they headed straight for the Douluo Palace.
The Douluo Hall is the sacred hall where the Spirit Hall formally crowns and records all Title Douluos in the world, and it is also Jiang Zhen's nominal destination for this trip.
Upon arriving at the magnificent and solemn gates of the Douluo Palace, one is guarded by four Soul Emperor-level Douluo warriors.
Upon seeing Jiang Zhen and his group of extraordinary yet unfamiliar figures approaching, one of the bishops stepped forward and sternly declared, "Halt! This is the Douluo Hall's most important grounds; unauthorized personnel are not permitted to approach!"
Jiang Zhen didn't bother with any words. He simply flipped his hand, and the luminous white token with the character "Xue" engraved on it, a gift from "Xue Qinghe," appeared in his hand. He then casually tossed it over.
The guard instinctively took the token, feeling its smooth texture. But when he saw the material of the token and the faint angel sword emblem on the back, his expression changed drastically!
He dared not be negligent. Holding the token with both hands, he carefully examined it. After confirming it was genuine, the arrogance on his face instantly turned into respect, even a hint of fear. He hurriedly bowed and said, "So it is an honored guest! Forgive our poor eyesight, but we do not know what brings you to the Douluo Palace, sir! We will inform you immediately!"
"Add a title, an honorific title," Jiang Zhen said succinctly.
The guard was even more shocked. Such a young Title Douluo? And he possessed such a token?
He dared not ask any more questions, and quickly stepped aside to make way, respectfully leading Jiang Zhen and his party into the hall. At the same time, he immediately whispered a few words to a subordinate beside him, who understood and quickly ran towards the direction of the offering hall.
The interior of the Douluo Hall is extremely spacious and tall, with light shining down from the stained glass windows at the top, casting dappled shadows on the ground.
The surrounding walls are covered with ancient murals and inscriptions, recording the history of the Spirit Hall and the achievements and titles of the titled Douluo throughout the ages, creating a solemn and profound sense of history.
Just as Jiang Zhen and his companions were curiously observing the interior of the hall, two powerful auras approached the Douluo Hall from different directions almost simultaneously.
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Almost at the same time the guards sent someone to report the news, inside the Papal Palace.
Pope Bibi Dong, seated on her papal throne, scepter in hand, wearing a purple-gold crown, possessing an exquisitely beautiful face yet exuding boundless majesty and a hint of deeply hidden melancholy, also received an urgent message from her confidant.
"Your Holiness, news has come from the Douluo Palace that a stranger carrying a special token has entered, claiming to be performing a title conferment ceremony."
"According to the description, the leader was an extremely young man, and his companions included several women, all of whom possessed extraordinary bearing. The guards have already sent someone to the main hall to inform them."
Bibi Dong's slender fingers holding the scepter twitched slightly, and a hint of surprise and sharpness flashed in her beautiful eyes.
"A young Title Douluo? A special token?"
She instantly considered many possibilities. Was he a genius from some reclusive family? Or a rogue cultivator who had encountered some extraordinary adventure?
During this sensitive period, the emergence of any unknown powerful entity could disrupt the existing balance.
"Hmph, the Hall of Offerings is quick on its feet."
Bibi Dong snorted inwardly. Her relationship with the Hall of Offerings, especially with the Grand Elder Qian Daoliu, was delicate.
If such a talented person were to be recruited by the Hall of Worship first, it would be a bad thing for her.
She made a decision immediately, stood up, and said in a clear and authoritative voice: "Yue Guan, Gui Mei, come with me to the Douluo Palace."
"Yes, Your Holiness the Pope!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei, who were standing below, bowed in response.
Two figures disappeared into the shadows behind Bibi Dong like ghosts. Then, Bibi Dong, holding her scepter, took a step and left the Papal Palace, heading towards the Douluo Palace not far away.
She wanted to meet this "young Title Douluo" in person; if she could win him over, all the better; if not... she needed to find out his background and attitude.
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Inside the Douluo Palace.
Jiang Zhen seemed to sense something and looked up towards the entrance of the main hall.
An extremely robust old man with white hair and beard, an ancient face, and eyes as fierce as a beast strode in.
He didn't deliberately release his aura, but the oppressive feeling he naturally exuded made the air in the entire Douluo Hall seem to freeze!
The newcomer was none other than the Second Elder of the Hall of Worship, a peak level 98 Douluo, the Golden Crocodile Douluo!
His gaze, like two sharp swords, instantly locked onto Jiang Zhen, the most eye-catching person in the room.
When he finally saw Jiang Zhen's young face clearly and felt the other's unfathomable aura, even with his century-old composure, a hint of undisguised shock flashed in his eyes.
"Is it Your Excellency who wishes to bestow an additional title?" The voice of Golden Crocodile Douluo echoed in the hall like the clang of metal on metal.
However, before he could finish speaking, another clear, noble, yet equally authoritative female voice came from the entrance of the hall:
"How could I possibly be absent from such a grand event?"
Amidst the shifting light and shadow, a stunningly beautiful figure, flanked by Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo like guardian deities, stepped into the Douluo Hall.
She wore a purple-gold crown, held a jeweled scepter, and wore a long, shimmering gold dress from head to toe. Her skin was fair, her face was almost perfect, and the intangible nobility and holiness she exuded made people want to worship her.
It is none other than Bibi Dong, the current Pope of the Spirit Hall!
Her gaze immediately fell on Jiang Zhen. In her deep eyes, scrutiny, curiosity, and a hint of deep-seated calculation belonging to a superior flashed by.
In an instant, the highest representatives of the Spirit Hall, both openly and covertly, gathered together in the Douluo Hall because of a young man from outside!
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