Chapter 191: God of Destructions Seventh Trial, Succession Ceremony
Light and shadow shifted.
As the feeling of weightlessness receded, Su Mo found himself in a completely unfamiliar world.
High above, an endless expanse of thick thunderclouds hung like a lead-gray curtain, completely blocking out the light of day.
The only source of light in this world was the purplish-black lightning that flashed continuously deep within the clouds.
Even with Su Mo's current cultivation, he could still feel a terrifying aura from that lightning that made his heart palpitate.
His eyes were grave as he scanned this apocalyptic scene.
Just then, a majestic voice that seemed to look down upon all living beings suddenly filled the entire world:
"God of Destructions Seventh Trial: Temper your body with lightning containing the power of destruction. During the trial, you must not use any Soul skills to defend yourself. Time limit for the trial: one year."
As the voice faded, the world returned to a deathly silence, but the purplish-black lightning in the clouds became a bit more violent.
Su Mo raised his head, looking toward the churning and boiling thunderclouds. "Bring it on!"
Having said that, he took a deep breath, his expression resolute, and sat cross-legged on the spot.
Suddenly, the thunderclouds in the sky became wildly turbulent, and a purplish-black light flared up intensely.
In the next instant, dense arcs of electricity reached out from deep within the clouds, tearing through the gloomy sky like a spiderweb, crashing down with a force that could destroy heaven and earth.
In the blink of an eye, Su Mo was completely submerged in a sea of purplish-black lightning.
The moment the lightning touched him, his clothes shattered into nothingness, revealing a lean and well-proportioned body.
His muscle lines were as distinct as if they had been sculpted, but at this moment, the surface of those muscles was already torn open and charred black.
At the same time, an extremely overbearing power of destruction rushed into Su Mo's body like a bursting torrent, rampaging through his Meridians.
Su Mo's body trembled violently, and he let out a low groan.
Su Mo immediately gritted his teeth, allowing the endless destructive lightning to wash over his body.
He knew very well that he had no way back.
This was not only the trial of the God King of Destruction, but also the path he had to take to reach a higher Realm.
If he couldn't even bear this little bit of pain, what right did he have to inherit the position of the dual God Kings?
A quarter of an hour later, the first wave of lightning dispersed.
A purplish-black light suddenly surged over Su Mo's body, and his wounds actually healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, returning to their original state in the blink of an eye.
Yet at this moment, countless bolts of lightning struck down once more...
Time passed quietly.
In the blink of an eye, a month had already passed.
The lightning in the Domain of Destruction never ceased. Wave after wave, each more violent than the last, struck down continuously at Su Mo.
Su Mo remained completely motionless throughout, like an eternal sculpture, letting the sea of lightning rage around him.
His Physical Body tore open in the lightning and then healed, repeating this cycle over and over.
And Su Mo also gradually came to understand the true meaning of destruction. Destruction was not merely ruin, but breaking down to rebuild, exchanging an end for a new birth.
...
Spirit City.
On the square outside the The Pope's Palace.
A dense crowd of Spirit Hall's Soul Masters gathered here, everyone's eyes focused on the high platform in front of the The Pope's Palace.
On both sides of the high platform stood several Cardinals.
The Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluos were also up there.
In front of them were the Wuhun Hall Holy Maiden, Bibi Dong, and the Pope, Qian Xunji.
At this moment, Bibi Dong was dressed in a brand-new Pope robe.
The robe was perfectly tailored, outlining her graceful figure to perfection.
Her face was still extraordinarily beautiful, but it had shed its former liveliness and innocence, replaced instead by a sense of composure and majesty.
For more than a month, she had stayed by Qian Xunji's side every day.
Qian Xunji taught her everything he had accumulated over decades without holding back, and Bibi Dong repaid her teacher's trust with diligence and focus unimaginable to ordinary people.
From the first light of dawn until the dead of night, she had almost no rest.
Although her Heart-Nature was still somewhat immature, her learning ability was nothing short of astonishing.
The things Qian Xunji taught her, she could often comprehend in a single try, and by the second time, she would have already mastered them completely.
At this moment, Qian Xunji took a slow step forward.
He was not wearing his Pope robe today, but was dressed in a golden robe instead.
Standing at the edge of the high platform, his gaze swept over the dense crowd in the square.
"Everyone."
Wrapped in thick Soul Power, Qian Xunji's voice, though not loud, clearly spread across the entire square and entered everyone's ears.
"Today, I officially pass the position of Pope to my Disciple, the Wuhun Hall Holy Maiden, Bibi Dong!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Bibi Dong took a step forward and stood side-by-side with Qian Xunji.
Facing the dense crowd of Soul Masters in the square, her gaze was calm and resolute.
Qian Xunji turned to look at her, his eyes filled with gratification and pride: "Dong'er, let them see your current strength."
"Yes, Teacher," Bibi Dong nodded slightly.
In the next moment, purple light surged, and a majestic wave of Soul Power suddenly erupted from her body.
The Death Spider Emperor Martial Soul emerged behind her.
Immediately after, nine Soul Rings—seven black and two red—surrounded her feet, rotating slowly.
This was the first time Bibi Dong had released her Martial Soul and Soul Rings in public since her return from Sea God Island.
This was also her first display of strength as the new Pope of Spirit Hall.
On the square, the gazes of thousands of Soul Masters focused on those seven black and two red Soul Rings, and shock spread through the crowd like a rising tide.
"A Titled Douluo!"
"Seven ten-thousand-year spirit rings, and two hundred thousand year spirit rings! This... this kind of Soul Ring configuration is simply Heaven-Defying!"
"Just how old is Her Highness the Holy Maiden? To think she already has such cultivation!"
"Just now, I was still worried that Her Highness the Holy Maiden was too young, fearing she wouldn't be able to bear the heavy responsibility of the Pope... Now it seems I was short-sighted."
Discussions rose one after another, and gasps of admiration were heard continuously.
Those who had originally held doubts about the new Pope completely put away their contempt at this moment, leaving only deep awe and submission in their eyes.
Titled Douluos were few and far between across the entire continent, let alone Bibi Dong reaching this stage at such a young age, with a Soul Ring configuration that defied common sense.
With such talent and potential, her future prospects were limitless.
On the high platform, after demonstrating enough strength to convince everyone, Bibi Dong withdrew her Martial Soul.
But despite the Martial Soul having been withdrawn, the shock brought by those nine Soul Rings was still deeply engraved in everyone's hearts.
Everyone's gazes became even more burning and reverent.
At this moment, Qian Xunji waved his hand.
Soon, two Cardinals stepped forward with solemn strides.
One held an exquisite tray in both hands, upon which rested a magnificent and solemn Pope crown.
The other held the Pope scepter in both hands.
Both of these items symbolized the supreme power of Spirit Hall.
The two respectfully stopped behind Qian Xunji, bowing their heads slightly and keeping even their breathing extremely light.
Qian Xunji turned around to face Bibi Dong.
"Dong'er," he spoke softly, "my greatest pride in this life is not how many years I have served as the Pope, but having taken you and Xiao Mo as my Disciples."
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