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A month passed quietly thanks to the Spirit Hall's efficient and meticulous preparations.
On that day, when the first rays of dawn pierced through the clouds and shone on the majestic hexagonal city walls of Martial Soul City, the entire city was in an uproar.
The long-awaited coronation ceremony will be officially held today in the central square of the Spirit Hall!
The news had already spread throughout the continent like wildfire, attracting the attention of countless Soul Masters and powerful forces. On this day, Martial Soul City was practically deserted, with crowds surging from all directions toward the city's central square, drawn by an invisible force.
The central square was now decorated with a solemn and dignified air, filled with an aura of sacred glory. On the surrounding tall flagpoles, flags embroidered with the emblem of the Spirit Hall fluttered in the morning breeze.
The Templar Knights, clad in heavy, ornate armor gleaming with the luster of soul-guided metal, stood like statues guarding every key position in the plaza, their sharp eyes and composed aura maintaining order.
The stands surrounding the square were already packed.
Representatives of well-known Soul Master factions from across the mainland gathered here, clearly divided into distinct groups.
The Heaven Dou Empire was led by Crown Prince Xue Qinghe, while the Star Luo Empire was represented by Crown Prince Davis.
Ning Fengzhi, the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, one of the three upper sects, and Sword Douluo Chen Xin, along with Yu Yuanzhen, the patriarch of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and Yu Luomian, the second-in-command.
Representatives from the four lower sects, various kingdoms and duchies, and the deans of renowned soul master academies...
The powerful figures from all sides gathered, and according to their strength, the seats were arranged from the outside in, with the closer to the main seat of the Spirit Hall, the more prestigious the position.
At this moment, even these important figures who could shake the world with a stomp of their feet were not immune to emotional turmoil, whispering among themselves, their conversation revolving around the protagonist being crowned today.
At the very front of the plaza is the main area reserved for the Spirit Hall.
There, nine thrones were placed side by side.
This is the seat for the elders of the Spirit Hall and the Pope.
This means that, just today, there are as many as nine Title Douluos from the Spirit Hall side attending this ceremony!
This number struck like a heavy hammer, giving all the representatives of the foreign forces a more direct and terrifying understanding of the Spirit Hall's true strength!
"Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—!"
Several beams of light, each a different color yet equally dazzling, descended from the sky like shooting stars, landing precisely on the nine thrones!
As the light faded, eight powerful figures were revealed!
They were dressed in different clothes, some in golden robes, some in red robes, but without exception, they all exuded a suffocating aura of a titled Douluo!
It was none other than the honorees and elders of the Spirit Hall!
Another stream of purple light, like an emperor descending, suddenly landed on the most magnificent throne in the main position!
As the golden light faded, Pope Bibidon, holding a papal scepter, wearing a purple-gold crown, and dressed in a gleaming gold gown, sat regally on the throne to the left, her exquisite face radiating an aura of majesty and nobility that looked down upon all living beings.
Immediately afterwards, the purest and most dazzling golden beam of light, as if guiding a divine miracle, crashed down onto the central altar.
The light receded, revealing Qian Daoliu's peaceful yet dignified figure. He wore a simple gray robe, yet he seemed to be the center of the entire world.
Qian Daoliu stood on the platform without taking a seat, clearly indicating that he was the one presiding over the coronation today.
"Greetings, Your Holiness the Pope!"
Apart from the other worshippers and elders who were seated on the throne and only bowed slightly in greeting, all the representatives of the various factions in the audience, regardless of their status, stood up and bowed to that stunningly beautiful figure!
The sounds converged into a torrent, deafeningly loud!
The Templar Knights guarding the surrounding area all knelt down on one knee in unison, their spears planted firmly on the ground, producing a unified and resounding clang. Their loud shouts, filled with utmost reverence, soared into the sky, startling flocks of birds flying overhead into a frenzy of flight!
No need for formalities.
Bibi Dong parted her red lips slightly, and gently tapped the ground with her papal scepter, producing a crisp sound. Her clear, cool, and majestic voice clearly reached everyone's ears, as if carrying a strange magic that instantly silenced the bustling square.
Just then, the last magnificent blue streak of light slowly drifted down from the sky and landed gracefully on the central platform, standing opposite Qian Daoliu.
Jiang Zhen was dressed in a blue and white suit, with a tall and straight posture. His long, light blue hair was tied back, with two strands of hair sticking up unruly in front of his forehead. He had a handsome face and calm eyes, which seemed to contain the depth of an entire starry sea.
Meanwhile, Bing Di , Xuedi, Lan Xi, and Dugu Bo were led to sit in the VIP seats next to the main seat of the Spirit Hall, which also attracted countless curious glances.
All eyes were now focused on the two people on the platform.
Qian Daoliu looked at Jiang Zhen in front of him, a complex admiration flashing in his eyes. He slowly took a simple and ancient-looking crown made of an unknown blue metal from the tray held by the respectfully standing steward.
He held up the crown with both hands, his voice calm yet carrying supreme authority, clearly resounding throughout the entire plaza, and even throughout the entire Martial Soul City:
"Today, heroes from all over the world gather to witness another grand event in the world of Soul Masters! In accordance with the ancient rites of the Spirit Hall and with the glory of the Angel God, we bestow upon His Excellency Jiang Zhen the title of—Taiyi!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Qian Daoliu solemnly placed the "Taiyi" crown, which symbolized the supreme glory of a Title Douluo, on Jiang Zhen's head.
"Greetings, Your Majesty Taiyi!"
Below the stage, whether they were members of the Spirit Hall, representatives of various forces, or countless excited spirit masters and civilians on the periphery, they all shouted in unison at this moment!
The sound waves were like a tsunami, sweeping across the heavens and earth!
Jiang Zhen felt the weight of the crown and the overwhelming worship, but his heart remained calm and undisturbed.
With a slight thought, he did not reveal the terrifying soul ring. Instead, just like when he was in the Dugu Mansion, a stream of pure water swirled up behind him, condensing into a stunning, majestic, and seemingly all-powerful water goddess phantom, which quietly floated in mid-air.
However, this is just the beginning.
Immediately afterwards, under the gaze of countless eyes, the nine soul rings that surpassed all understanding appeared once more, swirling and rising from beneath his feet!
Purple! Purple! Black! Ice Blue! Red! Red! Gold! Red! Gold!
When those dazzling, almost unreal, soul rings—especially the three crimson and two noble gold ones—were displayed without reservation in broad daylight—
"hiss--!!"
The entire square was instantly filled with gasps of shock!
Qian Renxue's pupils contracted sharply. Despite being mentally prepared, what she saw with her own eyes still shocked her beyond belief.
Ning Fengzhi suddenly stopped, his refined face filled with shock.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin's eyes were as sharp as swords, and his body leaned slightly forward.
Yu Yuanzhen clenched his fists tightly, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Davis's expression was grave, while the Star Luo representatives behind him exchanged dismayed glances.
Representatives from all sides were completely stunned and speechless!
This spirit ring configuration... it completely overturns the ironclad rules that have existed in the world of spirit masters for thousands of years!
Jiang Zhen's thoughts stirred again, and his deep red sixth spirit ring glowed slightly.
Sixth Soul Ring Skill 1: Sea Spirit Aria!
There was no violent energy surge, no earth-shattering force.
A mermaid's song, ethereal and melodious, seemingly from the deep sea, rippled outwards from Jiang Zhen, spreading across the entire square and even further afield.
The gentle melody brushed past everyone's ears and blended into their bodies.
In an instant, everyone felt a warm and peaceful power flowing through their limbs and bones, and the fatigue from days of travel and the mental exhaustion from secret competition were slightly relieved and comforted.
The restlessness, tension, and fear in my heart were quietly purified, replaced by a rare tranquility and peace.
"This...this is healing? A healing soul skill with such a wide range, such gentle yet immediate effects?!"
As a support-type character, Ning Fengzhi was most sensitive to support-type soul skills. At this moment, his shock even surpassed when he saw those terrifying soul rings!
The representatives of the various forces also recovered from their initial shock, their eyes becoming incredibly complex.
This Taiyi Douluo not only possesses a mind-blowing spirit ring, but also an astonishingly wide-range healing ability?!
Just who is he?!
Bibi Dong sat on her throne, a fleeting, almost imperceptible glint in the depths of her exquisite eyes.
She was slightly taken aback, but quickly recovered, maintaining the Pope's composure and majesty without showing any abnormality.
After a brief silence came even more fervent and awe-inspiring cheers!
The crowd below, whether sincere or feigned, now roared in unison from the bottom of their hearts, their voices even more powerful than before, soaring to the heavens.
"Your Majesty Taiyi!"
"Your Majesty Taiyi!"
"Your Majesty Taiyi!"
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