"Who is it?!"
A more majestic, aged voice rang out, and a dazzling golden figure tore through space and appeared before everyone.
It was none other than Qian Daoliu, the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, a level 99 Limit Douluo!
He's here.
But when he saw the center of the holy light storm and recognized that familiar figure, he was completely stunned.
"Xiao Fan?!"
...
Several titled Douluo from the Elder Hall arrived first above the martial arts arena.
Each of them was a powerful figure standing at the pinnacle of the continent, yet at this moment, facing the figure below shrouded in holy light, they didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
"What a terrifying aura... This is definitely not ordinary power!"
"Serpent Spear Douluo She Long said in a deep voice, the Serpent Spear Martial Soul in his hand trembling slightly out of control."
"This sacred aura seems... seems even purer and more ancient than the angelic martial soul of the Grand Priest!" The Porcupine Douluo, Ci Xue, swallowed hard.
An impatient Soul Douluo elder could not suppress his curiosity and astonishment.
"I'll come and investigate!"
As he spoke, a light shone between his brows, and a surge of powerful spiritual energy transformed into invisible tentacles, cautiously reaching towards Gu Sheng below.
However, his spiritual power had barely touched the faint holy light surrounding Gu Sheng—
"Sizzle!"
A soft sound, like boiling oil splashed on snow.
"ah--!!!"
The elder let out a bloodcurdling scream, clutching his head as he fell from the sky. The intense pain of his spiritual energy being burned almost made him faint on the spot.
Upon seeing this, everyone gasped in shock.
Just then, Qian Daoliu's figure appeared.
He glanced at the elder writhing and groaning on the ground, his brows furrowing, then his gaze flashed like lightning as he shot toward Gu Sheng, who was enveloped in holy light.
"Let me do it!"
Qian Daoliu let out a low shout, and the phantom of the six-winged angel behind him flashed away. A similarly sacred and vast spiritual power surged out, many times stronger than that of the elder just now.
He did not make any rash contact, but instead tried to analyze the energy composition surrounding the holy light.
But as soon as his divine sense approached, he felt a terrifying will that could burn everything and purify all things.
That was an absolute crushing defeat in terms of status!
Like fireflies compared to the bright moon!
Alarm bells rang in Qian Daoliu's mind, and he made a decisive move, instantly withdrawing his divine sense.
Even so, he felt a moment of disorientation, and a bead of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
Almost there!
He was just a hair's breadth away from being severely injured, even his divine sense would have been seriously damaged!
This shocked everyone.
Even the Grand Elder couldn't detect it? What kind of martial spirit is this? They've never heard of it before!
Just as everyone was filled with doubt and uncertainty, the towering pillar of light and the holy light that filled the sky began to recede like a tide, slowly receding and finally all disappearing into Gu Sheng's body.
The sky cleared up, and the oppressive aura vanished without a trace.
In the center of the training ground, Gu Sheng stood quietly, his clothes fluttering without wind, and his eyes seemed to hold the sun, moon and stars flowing within them as they opened and closed.
His temperament underwent a dramatic change.
He still had that handsome face, but now he possessed a transcendent, sacred, and indifferent air, like a deity walking among mortals.
Qian Daoliu flashed and landed in front of Gu Sheng.
He looked at the child he had raised since childhood, his eyes filled with an extremely complex mix of emotions—shock, doubt, and a touch of relief.
"grandfather."
Gu Sheng smiled slightly, breaking the silence. This address made his divine aura fade, revealing a touch of human warmth.
Qian Daoliu took a deep breath, trying to calm his turbulent emotions.
"Xiao Fan, what kind of martial soul do you have?"
Gu Sheng raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the clouds and looking into the endless void.
He didn't answer directly, but instead extended his right hand.
With his movements, the light in the entire training ground seemed to be drawn to him, converging in his palm, and the surrounding air became sacred and warm.
An aura that transcended all things emanated from him.
He didn't deliberately release his pressure, but the several titled Douluo around him unconsciously took a half step back.
Qian Daoliu's pupils suddenly contracted.
He felt a tremor originating from the very source of life emanating from this aura.
His six-winged angel martial spirit was wailing and surrendering!
"It's called," Gu Sheng's voice was calm and clear, yet carried a grand, authoritative quality, "Saint-Prussian."
Holy Light... Puni?
Qian Daoliu and all the elders present frantically searched their minds for this unfamiliar name, but to no avail.
"Testing soul power!"
Suppressing the turmoil in his heart, Qian Daoliu gave the order in a deep voice.
Soon, a deacon came running over, trembling, carrying a huge crystal ball.
Gu Sheng gently placed his palm on it.
Buzz—!
There was no dazzling light, nor a process of climbing the ranks.
The moment Gu Sheng's palm touched the crystal ball, the entire crystal ball burst into unprecedentedly dazzling golden light with a "boom," and its interior was instantly filled with soul power so dense it could not be dissolved!
Twenty halos of light instantly rose from the bottom of the crystal ball, reaching the very top!
"First... innate full soul power! Level 20!!"
"!!!"
The butler in charge of the test trembled in his voice, and collapsed to the ground in a fit of excitement.
The entire venue was deathly silent.
Everyone was stunned, as if they had been petrified.
Innate full soul power level 20!
Just like the young master back then, Qian Renxue!
No...that's not right!
Qian Daoliu stared intently at Gu Sheng, sensing that this was not Gu Sheng's limit.
It's more like... this world, this small testing crystal, can currently only support up to level 20!
The thought startled even Qian Daoliu himself.
He savored that aura again, comparing it to the angelic god he worshipped…
His own god seemed to be nothing more than a lantern-bearing servant under Puni's throne.
...
Papal Palace.
The interior of the hall was decorated in a luxurious yet cold manner, with a high dome and only faint footsteps echoing in the empty hall.
Bibidon leaned back on the papal throne, her posture languid yet noble.
A long purple dress with gold trim hugged her mature and perfect curves.
Beneath the skirt, a pair of straight, slender legs were crossed, their breathtaking curves outlined by black silk stockings.
She held a scepter, her purple eyes filled with indifference and majesty, as if she didn't care about anything in the world.
Qian Renxue, dressed in an elegant white dress, slowly walked into the main hall.
She was tall and slender, with a pure and holy aura, and her beautiful face carried a hint of aloofness.
Her perfectly proportioned figure was subtly revealed beneath the dress, and her noble air, unique to her divine lineage, made her seem like an ethereal being untouched by the mortal world.
"You've arrived."
Bibi Dong's voice rang out, devoid of any warmth.
(End of chapter)