Chapter 3 The Power of the Sky Curtain, Qian Daoliu's Worries.
"God-level?"
Chen Xin and Gu Rong gasped simultaneously.
That was a being that only existed in legends, surpassing even a level 99 Limit Douluo!
Although Chen Xin was shocked, he still retained a trace of doubt: "God-level powerhouse... indeed, it's hard to explain without a miracle."
"But why would a miracle suddenly appear? And even list this Martial Soul Ranking?"
Ning Fengzhi seemed to have thought of something, his face growing even more worried: "Two years ago, Rongrong left home in a fit of anger and wandered into the Sunset Forest, where she disappeared without a trace. We used all our strength, even personally searching deep into the forest, but we couldn't find a single trace, as if she had vanished into thin air."
"If it weren't for the fact that the sect's soul lamp showed that her life was not in danger and was becoming increasingly vigorous, I would have..."
He clenched his fist.
A glint of sword light flashed in Chen Xin's eyes: "I'll go to Sunset Forest again. Even if I have to turn the whole forest upside down, I'll find Rongrong!"
Gu Rong also said, "I'll go with you! This list is too strange; we must bring Rongrong back!"
Ning Fengzhi forced himself to calm down: "Don't be impatient. After the rankings are announced, Rongrong's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda might make the list, and then we should know Rongrong's whereabouts."
"Let's observe the situation first, and at the same time, send more people to closely monitor the movements of all sides on the continent, especially the reaction of the Spirit Hall."
"I have a feeling that the appearance of this celestial canopy will completely change the landscape of the continent."
Spirit Hall, the plaza in front of the Pope's Palace.
Pope Bibi Dong held a jeweled scepter, her elegant and noble face now filled with unprecedented solemnity and a deeply hidden fervor.
She looked up at the Spirit Ranking in the sky, her heart already churning with shock.
A miracle!
This is definitely god-level power!
Perhaps even a more powerful and mysterious divine power unrelated to the Rakshasa God's inheritance!
"Ghostly Demon, Moon Gate."
Her voice rang out coldly and authoritatively.
"Your subordinates are here!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo immediately bowed and responded.
"Go, test that light barrier."
"See if we can make contact with it, or… if it can be used by my Spirit Hall!"
Bibi Dong commanded, her eyes flashing with ambition.
"Yes!"
Although the two Title Douluos were also filled with apprehension about the light barrier, they dared not disobey Bibi Dong's orders in the slightest.
The two figures instantly transformed into two streams of light, soaring into the sky, heading straight for the vast golden sky barrier.
However, just as they were about to approach the sky barrier—buzz!
On the sky barrier, there wasn't even any specific attack form displayed, only a slight tremor.
A circle of gentle yet supremely majestic golden ripples spread out.
"Ah!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo felt as if they had crashed into an invisible wall of divine iron, their protective soul power shattering instantly.
The two screamed simultaneously, spitting out blood.
Their figures flew back at an even faster speed than when they went, their auras instantly weakening!
Bibi Dong's pupils contracted sharply, almost without hesitation.
She took a step forward, and her nine spirit rings instantly erupted.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red!
Especially the last one, a blood-red 100,000-year spirit ring, emitted a terrifying, suffocating pressure!
She slammed her scepter into the ground, and a vast, boundless spirit power soared into the sky, transforming into a massive purplish-black light shield, attempting to catch the returning Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo.
However, the seemingly gentle golden ripples contained unimaginable power.
"Crack!"
The purplish-black light shield trembled violently upon contact, emitting a shattering sound as it couldn't bear the weight, its surface instantly covered with cracks!
Bibi Dong's face paled, and she groaned as the ground beneath her feet cracked inch by inch.
A look of horror flashed in her eyes, forcing her to unleash her soul power once more.
Only then could she barely neutralize the remaining power of the golden ripples, managing to stabilize Ghost and Moon Guard.
Looking at the two Title Douluos, severely injured and still shaken, and then at the vast, calm golden sky that seemed untouched, Bibi Dong felt an unprecedented shock and apprehension.
"Just a sliver of backlash, and it actually…"
Her voice was low, trembling slightly, even she herself didn't realize.
If she hadn't intervened in time, Ghost and Moon Guard would likely have been severely injured, if not killed.
And that was clearly just the sky's own defense, a negligible act of self-defense.
If that golden light had launched an attack…
Bibi Dong couldn't even imagine the cataclysmic scene that would have unfolded!
Even a true god-level expert might not have been able to do that so easily!
"This power definitely doesn't come from any known deity in the God Realm…" she thought to herself, a greater ambition and vigilance rising within her.
Inside the Hall of Worship.
The High Priest, Qian Daoliu, stood quietly before the angel statue.
However, the powerful soul force subtly fluctuating around him revealed that his inner peace was far from what appeared.
The other elders, including Golden Crocodile Douluo, were also gathered there, their expressions grave.
"Great Elder, this golden light..."
Golden Crocodile Douluo spoke in a deep voice, his tone more serious than ever before.
Qian Daoliu slowly opened his eyes, his golden pupils filled with complex emotions—shock, doubt, and deep apprehension.
Having inherited the power of the Angels, his perception of divine power was far more acute than others.
"This power is vast, ancient, and supreme..."
Qian Daoliu's voice carried a hint of etherealness, "It definitely doesn't originate from the God Realm... In fact, I feel it surpasses all the angelic deities I know..."
"What?"
The elders were shocked.
Surpassing angelic deities?
What did that mean?
Qian Daoliu said nothing more; he simply gazed intently at the light screen in the sky, his mind filled with countless thoughts.
The landscape of the continent.
Perhaps from this day forward, a cataclysmic change was about to occur.
But what will become of their angelic lineage in the face of this unknown power?
After being shocked by Qian Daoliu's assessment of the Heavenly Curtain's power, the elders gradually recovered from their astonishment.
Their thoughts inevitably turned to another matter.
The Demon-Slaying Douluo spoke first, his tone filled with certainty and pride: "The power the Grand Elder spoke of is unfathomable, but I believe that no matter how the list is ranked, the Young Master's Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul will definitely be among the top three!"
The Thousand-Pound Douluo immediately nodded in agreement, his voice booming: "The Demon-Slaying Douluo is right! The Young Master's Angel Martial Soul is a true god-level Martial Soul, with innate full soul power at level twenty—the most outstanding talent in the world!"
"I find it hard to imagine which other Martial Soul in the world can surpass the Six-Winged Angel in innate quality!"
His eyes gleamed with excitement as he continued, "Moreover, the power of the being who wields this Heavenly Curtain is probably far beyond our imagination. The rewards they casually offer are likely enough to drive even us Title Douluos crazy!"
"If the Young Master obtains it, his strength will surely advance by leaps and bounds, and he might even be able to complete the Angel God's assessment much faster!"
The Azure Phoenix Douluo and the other elders nodded in agreement.
In their hearts, Young Master Qian Renxue's talent and martial spirit are undoubtedly the pinnacle of this continent.
Ranking among the top three, or even number one, on the martial spirit ranking is only natural.
(End of Chapter)