While the three were chatting, the Soul Masters who were to preside over the Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony had all arrived in the side hall.
With his arms crossed, Qianjun Douluo sat back in the VIP seat, watching the five cardinals present with solemn and dignified expressions, their eyes all fixed on the entrance to the hall.
"Waaaaah—!"
As the incense burning out, a long, drawn-out horn sounded in succession.
The noise at the scene vanished without a trace, and the air seemed to freeze because of the solemn atmosphere.
Then, the rhythmic sound of footsteps, accompanied by the crisp sound of armor rubbing against each other, grew louder as they approached.
Dressed in silver armor, the Temple Knights stood in two rows, each holding a matching lance. They entered through the side gates of the main hall with synchronized steps, with one Temple Knight standing guard every meter.
Within the Spirit Hall, the Hall of Offering, where the Elders reside, holds the highest authority. Any Soul Master wishing to enter the Hall of Offering must not only possess the Soul Power threshold of a Title Douluo, but also have achieved significant merit.
Secondly, there is the Papal Palace, under the command of the Holy Knights who belong to the Pope. The entry requirement is that the Soul Master's Soul Power level must reach the Soul Emperor level.
Between these two lies the Elder Hall, which is also the core of power of the Spirit Hall, and its threshold is the Title Douluo level.
They are responsible for judging major matters concerning the Spirit Hall, and the entire Elder Hall has three votes in voting. However, if necessary, they can even abolish the Pope through a resolution passed by the incumbent elders.
The seven current elders of the Hall of Offerings also came from the Hall of Elders. However, their positions of power are above those of the Hall of Elders, and the elders who can enter the Hall of Offerings are also stronger than the existing elders of the Hall of Elders. Most of the time they are free and do not interfere much, unless it concerns the survival of the Spirit Hall as a whole, in which case they will take action.
There were fifteen hidden presences that could be sensed.
The Demon-Slaying Douluo, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened them. His gaze seemed to casually glance at the location of those who had concealed their auras. He slightly curled his lips and said in a forced tone, "Quite a few other elders have also come. It seems they all care about the young master's awakening ceremony."
No one present had a soul power level lower than level sixty.
Even the softest whispers can be heard, so only this kind of telepathic communication method is truly secure.
Guangling Douluo narrowed his eyes and lazily replied in the same telepathic manner: "After all, Qian Xunji is becoming more and more incompetent in his position as Pope, so they will naturally want to choose a qualified new master to succeed him. This young master, Qian Renxue, is the direct granddaughter of the eldest brother. If they had any brains, they would include her in the list of candidates."
Qianjun Douluo nodded secretly, "I also agree with what Fifth Brother said."
During the conversation, the sound of light, disordered footsteps appeared within the range of mental perception.
Even though the owners of these footsteps were very careful about the sound and weight of their landings, to the Soul Masters with cultivation levels of Soul Emperor or above in the hall, the rapid breathing caused by excitement or tension, and the untrained footsteps were magnified infinitely.
Without even guessing, everyone knows that the owners of these footsteps are the children who will awaken their martial spirits this year.
Most of the people inside the hall turned their attention to the main hall's gate, which was over three meters high.
Led by a paladin, three rows of children, some dressed in finery and others in simple clothes, filed in behind him.
Having completed their mission, the paladin bowed to the five cardinals standing in a row in the middle of the hall, then silently withdrew.
Many children were seeing so many powerful figures gathered together for the first time. Even a casual glance from the guardian knights stationed on the left and right sides of the hall sent chills down their spines. They instinctively straightened their backs, their childish faces contorted, and stood ramrod straight, trying their best to present their best selves to the powerful figures present.
All thirty-odd children had arrived. The cardinal, standing in the center, stepped forward. His kind yet dignified gaze took in the children, each with their own unique expression. His eyes lingered for a moment on one of the blonde girls, and he slightly raised his chin before beginning his motivational speech about awakening one's martial spirit.
As the cardinal continued babbling, another aura silently appeared within his perception.
The three elders in the VIP section, whose faces were full of boredom, paused in unison, exchanged a tacit look, and then sat up slightly.
Wearing a white and gold robe, Qian Daoliu held Qian Yuelong and stood silently in the backstage area directly opposite the right side of the Papal Throne, occupying a superb view of the entire venue, watching the Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony.
Upon closer inspection, one can see that Qian Daoliu and Qian Yuelong are surrounded by a membrane-like, pale golden light, which is the compressed angelic domain.
Title Douluo with a cultivation level below 95 cannot detect Qian Daoliu's arrival.
Enveloped by the angelic domain, Qian Yuelong, who concealed her own aura, opened her bright purple eyes and curiously surveyed the hall.
This was the first time she had ever seen so many people since she was born.
As expected, the stepmother was nowhere to be seen.
Qian Yuelong then looked at the children standing in front of the main hall listening to brainwashing.
Ah, I see my older sister.
Among the several blonde children, Qian Yuelong immediately spotted her older sister, Qian Renxue, standing in the back row with a stern face, pretending to be serious and composed.
The cardinal, who was giving a motivational speech, was nearing the end.
"...You are all the hope of the new generation. You will awaken your martial spirits before the sacred Papal Palace and begin your own path of cultivation! Children with high levels of martial spirits and innate soul power will be directly qualified to study at the Spirit Hall Academy!"
"Next, line up in the middle two rows and come forward one by one. We will guide you to awaken your martial soul and test your innate soul power."
Five cardinals were present. The one in the middle was in charge of giving a speech, while the two cardinals further inside had hexagonal magic circles made of black crystals in front of them. The cardinals on the outermost two sides each had a crystal ball for testing their innate soul power level. The division of labor was clear, and the work was not tiring.
"Now, those whose names are called, come forward."
As he finished speaking, the cardinal touched the purple ring on his right hand with his left hand, and a rolled-up piece of paper lay in his palm, containing a list of names that had been registered beforehand.
Having never seen a soul tool before, and not even knowing that one existed, the commoner child couldn't help but widen his eyes or let out a small gasp of surprise.
The wealthy children pretended to look down on the ignorant commoners, but the longing in their eyes when they looked at the cardinal betrayed their equally excited feelings.
"Ye Feifei".
The girl, dressed in a bright orange outfit and with two pigtails, subconsciously looked up. After confirming that she was being called, she nervously broke out in a sweat, and her reply was almost off-key: "Here!"
"Wellest".
This time, the person called was a boy dressed in a dark green robe, looking like a young master.
"arrive."
He raised his chin with a reserved air and took a step forward, feigning composure.
"Come forward."
The cardinal in charge of the proceedings began to speak.
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