Chapter 598: What Determines the Ownership of the world Is Not the Empire’s Territory, but Gods!
Chapter 598: What Determines the Ownership of the world Is Not the Empire’s Territory, but Gods!
Wuhun City, Elder Hall.
The air pressure inside the hall was as heavy as a giant boulder, weighing heavily on everyone’s heart.
The six priests stood on both sides.
The Super Douluos and peakDouluos, who were usually high and mighty, had expressions uglier than one another at this moment.
Golden Crocodile Douluo stood at the very front, heavily striking the diamond-inlaid stone floor with the Golden Crocodile King cane in his hand that symbolized his status.
"Thump!"
"What on earth does that crazy woman Bibi Dong want to do!"
Golden Crocodile Douluo’s hair and beard stood on end, his chest heaved violently, and his furious roar reverberated back and forth within the grand hall.
"She refuses to properly manage the Spirit MasterHoly Land and instead insists on building some secular Empire."
"Is she crazy?!"
"The transcendent status accumulated by Spirit Hall for thousands of years relies entirely on the two words: neutrality."
"We awaken Martial Souls for commoners, we keep the Two Great Empires in check, and in the hearts of the continent’s people, we are the proxies of gods on earth!"
Golden Crocodile Douluo waved his big hand, pointing directly in the direction of the Pope’s Palace, the fury in the depths of his eyes wishing it could burn right through that magnificent building.
"For her so-called imperial grand enterprise, how many resources has the Pope’s Palace mobilized recently?"
"The Soul Hunting Operation went to destroy the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, causing both gods and men to rage!"
"Yes, it flaunted our might, but how many elite Spirit Masters were lost?"
"Even the people sent to the Star Dou Great Forest to hunt the 100,000-year Soul Beast suffered losses among our Spirit Hall’s elites!"
"Now the entire continent treats Spirit Hall as a thorn in their side, the armies of the Two Great Empires are pressing at our borders guarding against us everywhere, vassal states feel insecure, and the remnants of the Upper Three Sects hate us so much they are gritting their teeth!"
"We have been forced onto a path where we have no choice but to start unification early."
These words completely ignited the emotional powder keg inside the hall.
Several nearby priests had long been holding back a belly full of fire, and now chimed in one after another.
The Third Priest, Green Luan Douluo, furrowed his brows tightly, his voice cold and stern.
"Second Brother is right."
"Spirit Hall remaining transcendent and outside the secular world is the fundamental basis; meddling in the struggles for royal power will sooner or later invite disaster upon ourselves."
The Fourth Priest, Lion Douluo, clenched his fists tightly, his knuckle joints cracking.
"The Soul Master world was originally supposed to be spoken for by strength; what is the use of seizing those secular imperial powers?"
"The commoners of the continent used to revere us, but now there is only fear left in their hearts."
"If we continue to let this go, the Two Great Empires plus those Sects will unite the entire continent against us."
"High Priest, you must step forward and take charge!"
Demon Subduing Douluo stepped forward, dropping to one knee with an urgent voice.
"We can no longer let the Pope’s Palace act willfully and cling obstinately to its course!"
Following this plea, the murmurs inside the grand hall abruptly ceased.
Everyone’s gazes were cast in unison toward the topmost seat.
That was directly below the Angel God statue.
They were all waiting,
Waiting for the adjudication of the continent’s strongest person,
They hoped that the High Priest, Qian Daoliu, would take action.
As long as this ninety-ninth rank ultimate Douluo was willing to step down from the altar.
Even if the Pope’s Palace had heaven-defying abilities, it could not flip this Wuhun City upside down.
Qian Daoliu sat upright upon it in a pristine, dustless white robe.
The sacred golden radiance spilled over his shoulders, making his entire person look illusory yet majestic.
Not the slightest trace of joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness could be seen on his calm-browed face.
He quietly swept a glance over the crowd below.
After a long while, Qian Daoliu slowly opened his mouth.
"This matter, you do not need to manage."
With just a few simple words,
It instantly quieted the hall down,
So quiet that even the sound of breathing was clearly audible.
Several priests looked at each other, seeing utter astonishment in each other’s eyes.
Golden Crocodile Douluo took half a step forward and asked incredulously, "Big Brother, you’re saying we don’t need to manage it and just let her run amok?"
"Spirit Hall is the Foundation passed down by the Angel God!"
"It is the Foundation that you, that we, and past generations fought for with our lives!"
"Just like that, let her trample on it?"
Qian Daoliu finally raised his eyelids.
Within those unfathomably deep eyes, a trace of extremely complex emotion flashed past.
"Whether it is being trampled or not is not up for you all to conclude."
"You think... I don’t want to manage it?"
His tone was calm, yet the air in the hall inexplicably grew a few shades heavier.
It was as if an invisible giant mountain was pressing directly down upon the heads of the several peakDouluos.
The priests’ throats tightened, and for a moment no one dared to respond.
Qian Daoliu did not say much more, but his attitude already expressed everything.
That was to never interfere with any decisions of the Pope’s Palace.
But only he knew the truth behind this best in his heart.
In fact, not long ago, he had personally met Bibi Dong.
That was originally just a warning.
He had originally wanted to warn that woman not to act too arrogant and not to forget where the true heritage of Spirit Hall lay.
As long as he, Qian Daoliu, was alive for a day, Bibi Dong could not cross the bottom line.
This was his absolute self-confidence as the invincible of the sky and an ultimate Douluo.
But on that day, this self-confidence was completely shattered.
Qian Daoliu clearly remembered that when he stepped into the depths of the Pope’s Palace, he sensed an abnormality.
He discovered that the Rakshasa Divine Power originally on Bibi Dong’s body had disappeared.
What was currently entrenched inside that woman’s body was another kind of Divine Power.
A completely new, completely unknown, and terrifying power.
That power did not have the nauseating sense of evil like the Rakshasa Divine Power, nor was it restrained by the angel Divine Power.
Yet it carried a destructiveness that was pure to the extreme.
Its destructiveness was only stronger than the Rakshasa God, not weaker.
That woman had undergone a complete rebirth.
She had found another path, a path to the divine rank that even Qian Daoliu could not see through.
Qian Daoliu did not tell these old brothers before him about these inside details.
Firstly, speaking of it was of no benefit and would only increase panic in vain.
Secondly, this concerned the absolute secret of GodInheritance.
The silence inside the grand hall continued.
Qian Daoliu looked at Golden Crocodile Douluo, whose expression was indignant yet dared to be angry without speaking out, and let out a long sigh.
He only said, "If we really fight, I might not necessarily win against her."
A light and breezy sentence.
Falling into the grand hall, it was even more deafening than a thunderclap from above the Nine Heavens.
As soon as these words came out, the entire place fell into dead silence.
Who was the High Priest?
That was the invincible of the sky, Qian Daoliu!
He was the continent’s universally acknowledged number one powerhouse of the sky, a Peerless Douluo who was only half a step away from God!
Within this Wuhun City, with the blessing of the Angel God statue, the High Priest was the true spokesperson of the gods.
Even he said he might not necessarily win.
What this meant, the priests present knew better than anyone in their hearts.
That woman was now completely on equal footing with Spirit Hall’s highest divine authority in terms of strength.
Qian Daoliu ignored everyone’s loss of composure.
His gaze looked outside the hall, as if piercing through the walls and landing in the direction of the Pope’s Palace.
That direction exuded an obscure coercion that made even him feel alarmed.
"The times have changed."
"She is no longer an existence that we can manipulate at will."
"If she wants to build the Martial Soul Empire, let her build it. If Heaven Dou and Star Luo want to resist, let them fight."
"Those secular disputes are ultimately just fleeting clouds."
"What truly determines the ownership of this continent has never been any armies or territory, but gods."
Qian Daoliu’s voice carried an unquestionable power.
"The only one who can keep her in check now is Xue’er."
Mentioning that name, Qian Daoliu’s cold and hard facial lines softened a bit.
That was the Qian family’s final bloodline, and his greatest pride in this life.
Furthermore, she was the future true controller of Spirit Hall and even the entire continent.
"What she is experiencing is the true path of God."
"When Xue’er completes the Angel God Trial and pulls out the Angel Sacred Sword, everything will naturally become clear."
Qian Daoliu swept his gaze around, a formidable coercion sweeping over everyone with a stern warning.
"Before this, no one is to go provoke her."
"Put away those thoughts of yours."
"Just do your respective duties well."
"Defending this Elder Hall well for Xue’er and waiting for the arrival of the new god, this is our primary task right now!"
After finishing, Qian Daoliu closed his eyes and spoke no more.
His breathing returned to calmness, and his entire person once again merged into that sacred golden radiance.
When the critical moment arrived, it would also be the moment he sacrificed his own life.
As long as Xue’er could become a god, everything would be worth it.
Several priests looked at each other in dismay.
The full belly of anger they had before coming, and that unwillingness of wanting to demand an explanation...
At this moment, it was all forcefully held back in their chests, unable to release even half of it.
Golden Crocodile Douluo looked at that back on the high platform that had always been regarded as invincible, a flash of deep dejection sweeping across the depths of his eyes.
Having lived for most of his life and standing at the pyramid peak of the Soul Master world, this was the first time he felt so powerless.
The other priests likewise lowered their heads without saying a word, the atmosphere suppressed to the extreme.
Until this moment did they realize.
It was fundamentally not that the High Priest was partial to that woman.
It was not that the High Priest did not want to manage it, but that he could no longer manage it.
(End of Chapter)
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