Douluo Continent.
Spirit City.
This city is built against a mountain, located at the border of two great empires, neither of which has jurisdiction over this area.
Within the city stand the Pope's Hall, the Douluo Hall, and the Elder Hall, symbolizing the highest authority of the Spirit Hall.
At this moment, in the most magnificent building on the Douluo Continent, the Pope's Hall, Bibi Dong, dressed in a long robe that exudes queenly elegance, her figure graceful and curvaceous beneath the robe,
sits regally on the Pope's throne. Her gaze sweeps over Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, and the others before her, knowing in her heart that the plan is about to begin.
"Right now, the preparations for the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Tournament are the top priority; the other plans can wait," Bibi Dong said. "However, there is one more thing I would like to discuss with you."
As soon as she finished speaking, Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, and the others all looked at Bibi Dong with respectful eyes and replied, "Your Majesty, please give your orders."
Bibi Dong smiled slightly and nodded slowly, then said, "Hu Liena is my disciple, and I have always groomed her to be the next Pope. I plan to send her to the City of Slaughter for training after the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Tournament."
As soon as she finished speaking, the Title Douluos in the hall fell into deep thought.
This was undoubtedly a rare opportunity for Hu Liena, but everyone knew the dangers of the City of Slaughter; a slight misstep could mean certain death.
However, for the growth of the Spirit Hall's new generation and for the future unification of the Douluo Continent, they ultimately nodded in agreement.
The Spirit Hall's grand plan required not only the perseverance of their generation but also the continued efforts of the next.
At this moment, the 98th-level, peak-level Douluo of the Power Attack type, with the Golden Crocodile Martial Soul, stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "Your Holiness, the High Priest has asked me to inquire whether we, the High Priests, need to lend a hand?"
Bibi Dong's eyes suddenly turned cold, and she replied curtly, "Not for the time being!"
Upon hearing this, the High Priest immediately fell silent.
He sighed inwardly. The relationship between the High Priest and His Holiness the Pope was exhausting to watch.
Above the Papal Palace was the Hall of Offerings, where only Soul Masters who had reached the Douluo level were qualified to enter. It was also the final destination for all Soul Masters above the Douluo level registered with the Spirit Hall, a place all Soul Masters longed for.
But the relationship between Bibi Dong and the Hall of Offerings was delicate.
At this moment, Golden Crocodile Douluo felt extremely irritated. Compared to facing Bibi Dong, he would rather go back and deal with that brat.
Just thinking about that kid gave him a headache.
The young man was about the same age as Qian Renxue. On the day Qian Renxue was born, a meteor fell on the mountain behind the Hall of Worship. He and the other worshippers went to investigate and found an infant.
This child, who came with the meteor, was named Xingyu.
They thought he would have some extraordinary martial soul, but who knew it was sand.
Golden Crocodile Douluo sighed inwardly, feeling that fate was playing tricks on him: When would the Hall of Worship finally find a successor who would satisfy them?
Just as he was feeling depressed, a rumbling sound suddenly came from the sky above the Martial Soul Hall. A strong wind rose, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and countless terrifying phenomena emerged one after another. A vast and terrifying power swept across the entire Douluo Continent.
At this moment, everyone on the Douluo Continent, whether it was the three upper sects, members of the royal families, or other forces, was attracted by this sudden phenomenon, their hearts filled with astonishment and doubt: What exactly is going on?
Inside the Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong and the others' expressions changed drastically. They rose and went outside, gazing solemnly at the strange phenomenon in the sky.
Many Spirit Masters looked up at the sky, their expressions tinged with fear.
However, when their gazes met the sharp light in Bibi Dong's eyes, they felt somewhat reassured .
With the Pope present, there shouldn't be any trouble.
Amidst the rumbling sounds, the strange phenomenon in the sky continued.
A gigantic scroll, radiating ancient grandeur, magnificence, and divine might, quietly appeared above the clouds, then slowly unfurled like a real painting.
The overwhelming divine power instantly permeated the entire Douluo Continent.
"What is this? Could it be a god?"
"A god? Where did this god come from?"
Some Spirit Masters, unaware of the existence of gods, were filled with doubt, yet the divine power deeply shook everyone's soul.
Inside the Spirit Hall, Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, and others tensed. Having followed Bibi Dong for many years, they naturally knew that gods truly existed, but what exactly was this scroll?
They vaguely sensed that the scroll seemed to be revealing something.
At this moment, not only the Spirit Hall, but also the Seven Treasure Glazed
Tile School, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the Clear Sky Sect, and even the Seagod Island overseas, all the major powers focused their attention on the giant scroll in the sky.
At this moment, behind the Hall of Offerings, a young man was intently painting, the painting depicting Qian Renxue.
He and Qian Renxue had always been on good terms, and with her birthday approaching, he thought of giving her this painting as a gift.
However, he knew that Qian Renxue was currently acting as Xue Qinghe, and he needed to plan carefully if he wanted to see her.
As he pondered, the young man suddenly looked up, his gaze falling in astonishment onto the sky.
There, a huge celestial curtain had appeared out of thin air, a bizarre sight.
His brow furrowed, his mind filled with bewilderment: "How could something like this appear in Douluo Continent? What exactly happened?"
His thoughts drifted back to many years ago, when he was at home watching "Saint Seiya" when the television suddenly crackled and flashed with electricity. When he opened his eyes again, he had become a shooting star and fallen onto this continent.
He had been raised by several elders of the Hall of Worship, and had been close to Qian Renxue since childhood.
His martial soul was Stardust, a wondrous sand capable of mimicking various sandy crops like orogen, gammonia, and silver star sand.
He vividly recalled the day his martial soul awakened; his innate full soul power astonished the several elders in the hall, who stroked their beards in praise.
His martial soul was merely ordinary sand, which secretly disappointed them, but none knew that he had already been bound to the *Saint Seiya* system.
After the system rewarded him with Saint Cloth blueprints, he could personally forge each Saint Cloth using Stardust.
Now, his strength surpassed that of a Title Douluo, reaching the Quasi-God realm. He
had already forged the Saint Cloths of the Twelve Gold Saints and mastered all the corresponding Saint Seiya techniques.
However, limited by the rules of this world, those techniques could never unleash their full power.
He chose to temporarily conceal his brilliance, intending to "lay low" until he reached the realm of Shattering the Void.
When he can one day shatter the barrier of the Douluo Continent with a single punch and truly reveal his strength, then perhaps the true power of a Gold Saint will be fully unleashed.
Therefore, no one in the Hall of Worship knows that his true cultivation level has already surpassed that of a Titled Douluo.
To the outside world, his Soul Master realm appears unremarkable, at best mediocre, far from deserving the title of "genius."
Suddenly, a thunderous roar resounded through the sky, and the celestial canopy abruptly changed, revealing a scene.
A majestic mountain range appeared before everyone's eyes.
Upon recognizing the mountain range, Xingyu's eyes narrowed slightly, a surge of emotion rising within him: This mountain range—isn't it the very one where Spirit City is located now?
The scene in the celestial canopy continued to ascend, and soon, a magnificent palace came into view for everyone on the Douluo Continent.
That was clearly Spirit City, its layout built against the mountainside, something Bibi Dong and the others were intimately familiar with.
Yet, upon closer inspection, Spirit City seemed somewhat unfamiliar.
A goddess statue had appeared in the city, and where the original ancestral hall had stood, twelve palaces now stood, their forms unfamiliar and their grandeur imposing.
Inside the Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong, Chrysanthemum Douluo, and the others were all stunned.
Why had Spirit City appeared in the sky?
And why had it changed like this?
Their expressions instantly turned solemn, a complex mix of emotions welling up within them.
Just then, the scene on the sky shifted abruptly, and a figure appeared in their field of vision.
Atop the twelve palaces sat the most magnificent and supreme palace, its style exactly identical to the current Spirit Hall.
On the palace's high platform, a figure in a white robe stood with his hands behind his back, before Bibi Dong's throne.
He had long black hair, a tall and imposing figure, and an aura of grandeur.
Boom!
A line of large golden characters suddenly appeared on the sky, dazzlingly bright:
[Standing before you now is the greatest revolutionary of the Douluo Continent, the ruler of the past, present, and future, an existence that has slaughtered gods throughout history.]
He single-handedly created the Saint Seiya system, transcending all things. The most beloved disciple of Bibi Dong, the former Pope of the Spirit Hall, and the man Bibi Dong conquered, he transformed the Spirit Hall into the supreme being of the Holy Domain—the true master the Spirit Hall had long awaited.
Bibi Dong: "??????"