Chapter 267: Qian Renxue's Confidence
Douluo Hall.
Situated at the peak of the Sacred Mountain of Spirit Hall, Douluo Hall stood as a symbol of absolute supremacy.
Compared to the Papal Palace, its exterior appeared somewhat smaller, but it was here that every Titled Douluo's title was enshrined. In truth, this was the true core of Spirit Hall, the very foundation that had established its reputation as the holy land of soul masters.
Douluo Hall had no lavish decorations. The entire structure was made from ancient stone, radiating an aura of solemnity and history. However, upon closer inspection, these seemingly plain stones emitted a faint golden glow. If one touched them, they would feel an unusual energy coursing through their palm.
The three towering walls of Douluo Hall, aside from the entrance, were lined with golden plaques, each about half a meter high and one foot wide, engraved with three or four characters in bold script.
A single glance at these thousands of golden plaques revealed the sheer depth of Spirit Hall's foundation each one represented a Titled Douluo who had received their title here since the hall's establishment countless years ago.
In the very center of Douluo Hall stood a colossal ten meter tall golden statue.
It depicted a majestic six winged angel, its wings spread wide, wielding a massive golden sword pointed skyward. Around the blade, a faint golden flame swirled eternally.
While similar statues could be found in other branches of Spirit Hall, they all lacked something crucial.
That difference was soul.
Those replicas, though grand, were lifeless imitations.
But here, this towering angelic statue exuded a supreme presence.
Even the golden plaques of thousands of Titled Douluo seemed to be subdued beneath its aura.
This was the ultimate hall of honor for soul masters.
For any soul master, stepping foot into Douluo Hall was a glorious achievement, for it meant they had reached the pinnacle Titled Douluo.
Only those receiving their title were granted entry.
Interestingly, Douluo Hall was not built by Spirit Hall.
According to legend, it had existed long before Spirit Hall was even founded.
In fact, the first Spirit Hall was originally formed by gathering powerful soul masters who revered Douluo Hall, using it as their sacred foundation.
For generations, each Douluo Hall had a Hall Master, a figure who was chosen as the most devoted guardian of its legacy.
Their duties included preserving the honored plaques and overseeing the ceremonies of newly appointed Titled Douluo.
Before the truth of the future was exposed by the question and answer videos, this hall had been regarded as the most sacred place in all of soul master history.
But now, that sacred status was being replaced.
With the rise of White Cloud City, people's perspectives had expanded.
No longer was Titled Douluo seen as an unreachable peak.
Everyone now knew the future belonged to the Divine Ring Masters.
The old system of soul hunting was destined to be phased out swept into the dustbin of history.
At this moment, in the center of Douluo Hall, directly before the towering six winged angel statue, a solitary figure knelt in silence.
She was not a newly appointed Titled Douluo, nor was she the Hall Master.
Her identity granted her the unique right to remain here, kneeling before the most symbolic angelic statue in all of Spirit Hall.
Her long, golden hair cascaded behind her like waves, reaching the floor.
Her hands were clasped in front of her chest, forming a peculiar gesture thumbs pressed together, index fingers touching, while the remaining six fingers spread outward, mirroring the shape of a six winged angel's wings.
Her exquisite face radiated devotion, her eyes tightly shut, and a faint golden aura constantly enveloped her figure.
This woman was none other than Qian Renxue, who had finally abandoned her nation infiltration scheme.
She had been kneeling here for ten whole days and nights, neither eating nor drinking, silently meditating.
A calm and ancient voice echoed through Douluo Hall.
"Has your heart finally settled?"
Yet, Qian Renxue remained completely still, resembling a statue herself.
She did not respond, did not move, and simply continued kneeling in silence.
Suddenly, golden light surged forth.
A figure appeared between her and the angelic statue, as if materializing from thin air.
As the figure became clearer, it revealed an old man cloaked in divine radiance Qian Daoliu, the Grand Worship of Spirit Hall and the Hall Master of Douluo Hall.
"Open your eyes."
Qian Daoliu raised a single finger.
From behind him, golden flames burst forth from the angel's sword, cascading down like divine judgment, completely enveloping Qian Renxue's body.
Suspended within the golden radiance, she was gently lifted from her kneeling position.
As the flames swirled, nine golden light screens appeared before her.
Seeing them, Qian Daoliu's expression did not change.
Instead, he sighed deeply.
"Angel's Nine Trials… Nine Trials… The trials that countless generations of Douluo Hall Masters have long awaited have finally arrived."
He had already seen the future through the prophecy videos.
He knew that his granddaughter was destined to inherit the Angel God's throne.
So, when she received the Angel's Nine Trials, he felt no surprise only deep emotions.
For his entire life, he had lived shackled by faith.
Everything he had done was for one purpose to ensure that the Angel God's power would return to the world.
You could question his morals, but you could never doubt his faith.
Finally, Qian Renxue slowly opened her eyes.
She looked toward her grandfather, her expression momentarily dazed, as if she had just awoken from an eternal slumber.
Qian Daoliu's gaze softened.
With genuine affection, he spoke:
"I never expected that the one we have awaited for generations… would be my own granddaughter."
"Xiaoxue, over the coming years, you will undergo the Angel's Nine Trials. Only by completing them all will you be able to become the new Angel God, just as the prophecy foretold."
"Yes."
Qian Renxue's eyes burned with determination.
She firmly believed that she would succeed she would inherit the divine throne.
She would make her mother acknowledge her.
She would make her grandfather proud.
Yet… she did not know that the price of her ascension would be Qian Daoliu's life.
If she knew…
She would never choose this path.
For a girl who lost her father and was deprived of her mother's love, her grandfather was her most precious family.
If his life was the cost of her divinity she would never accept it.
Moreover…
She now understood that becoming a god was no longer limited to inheriting a divine seat.
The man she would meet in the future had already forged an entirely new path.
Qian Renxue was confident.
Even without the Angel God's inheritance, she believed in herself.
She could become a god on her own.
It was merely a matter of sooner or later.
(End of Chapter)
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