Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

The light outlined the shape of the glass, filled in the mysterious patterns, and condensed into a tangible tower body...

The ninth floor!

A smaller, yet more crystal clear and radiant glazed pagoda, smaller than the eight stories below, slowly but steadily rose to the top of the Eight Treasures Glazed Pagoda.

The eight-colored precious light flowed joyfully upwards, merging into the ninth level and blending together seamlessly.

Pale golden light flowed down from top to bottom, permeating the eight layers below.

The entire tower seemed to come alive at that moment, possessing a complete life cycle.

The nine-story pagoda stands majestically!

Nine colors of light flow endlessly, as if condensing all the colors and splendor of the world into this one, noble, mysterious, and powerful.

Nine-Jeweled Glazed Pagoda!

Against the backdrop of the misty, ethereal atmosphere of the Yin-Yang Well and the glow of the red and blue springs, the newly built Nine-Treasure Glazed Pagoda exudes a breathtaking magnificence and awe.

Ning Rongrong raised her head in a daze, gazing at the familiar yet unfamiliar martial spirit above her, the one she had longed for, and tears welled up in her eyes without warning.

It was a success...

It really worked!

The shackles of thousands of years were broken in her!

At the entrance, Sword Douluo Chen Xin, who had been standing with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them.

Those eyes, calm and still, yet brimming with sword intent, suddenly burst forth with an unprecedentedly brilliant light, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, piercing straight into the sky.

He stared intently at the nine-colored glazed pagoda, his hand gripping the longsword trembling slightly from the force.

Nine Treasures...The Glazed Pagoda!

The sect's long-cherished wish of a thousand years... has actually come true before our very eyes!

Ge Duo slowly withdrew her hand, her face appearing paler than before, and her breathing slightly weak.

But as she looked at the radiant Nine-Treasure Glazed Pagoda and at Ning Rongrong, whose face was streaked with tears yet radiated an astonishing glow, a genuine, undisguised smile of accomplishment finally appeared on her lips.

"Congratulations, little girl." Her voice was tired, but unusually clear.

"From this day forward, you will be the first Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Soul Master in this world."

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Chapter 377 Florian's Strength

Within Wuhun City, the solemn yet bustling atmosphere seemed even stronger than usual.

The towering Papal Palace and the Sanctuary cast huge shadows in the sunlight, like lurking beasts, silently confronting each other.

The Soul Masters walking on the street hurried along, most of them with a tense feeling of impending battle on their faces.

The All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament, a grand event that brings together young elites from across the continent, holds extraordinary significance for the Spirit Hall, the sacred land of soul masters.

It is not only about honor, but also affects the nerves of various internal forces and the future rise and fall of their discourse power.

Deep within the Hall of Worship, Qian Daoliu's figure appeared silently in the spacious and solemn hall.

He was still wearing that simple white robe, his silver hair was perfectly styled, and his face was calm, as if he had just returned from a walk. But only he knew that this return signified the end of a phase.

Nine years have passed.

Ever since the little girl with the twin martial souls of a snow-capped swan and a six-winged angel awakened in the palace, he, as Liu Yun, and as an ordinary Soul Douluo powerhouse, became the most important guide on her cultivation path.

He watched her grow from an innocent child into a renowned darling of the empire, her soul power approaching level sixty. He taught her everything he could, and she surpassed him in everything she learned.

Today, Bai Xue has reached a fairly mature level in terms of soul power cultivation, combat awareness, and understanding of her own martial soul.

Ordinary guidance is no longer necessary for her; what remains is for her to rely more on her own understanding and the refinement of time, as well as to break through in real life-and-death battles and competitions.

What Qian Daoliu can do is to use the power of the Hall of Worship to search for the most suitable soul beast for her when she needs a higher-age soul ring, and to give her some directional guidance at key moments.

Before leaving, he secretly arranged for a loyal and powerful Title Douluo to take over the protection duties.

Titled Douluo are rare in the world, but they are not untouchable by the Spirit Hall, which has a deep foundation. Ensuring the safety of this potential successor to the Angel Godhood is the bottom line that the Hall of Worship cannot afford to fail in.

His return this time was partly to deal with the backlog of internal affairs and to maintain the authority and superior status of the Hall of Offerings within the Spirit Hall.

On the other hand, and most importantly, he tested his other disciple, Florian.

Thinking of that blond-haired, blue-eyed boy with a gentle, sunny disposition, a faint trace of satisfaction flickered in the depths of Qian Daoliu's usually calm eyes.

Florian, the holder of the Light Unicorn Martial Soul, possesses the ultimate attributes of light and holiness. He is the disciple personally selected and trained by Qian Daoliu. In a sense, he is also the purest guardian and assistant prepared for Bai Xue in the future, or rather, for the inheritor of the Angel God.

This child has never disappointed him. At only fifteen years old, his soul power has already reached level forty-nine.

This cultivation speed is astonishing, even in the entire history of the Spirit Hall.

More importantly, he remained pure and upright in character, and did not become arrogant due to his rapidly improving strength and special status. He was extremely popular within the Spirit Hall Academy.

Of course, Florian will definitely represent the Spirit Hall in this Soul Master Competition.

This is not only his personal stage, but also a strategic move by the Temple of Worship to flex its muscles and project its future to the entire continent and the Papal Palace.

The team dispatched by the Spirit Hall this time is terrifyingly strong. Apart from Florian, who is at level 49, the other six are also considered geniuses within the Spirit Hall.

Xie Yue, a level 52 offensive-type Battle Soul King, wielding the Moon Blade Martial Soul, serves as the team leader. His sharp edge is undeniable, and his attacks are unpredictable and fierce.

Hu Liena, a level 51 Control-type Battle Soul King, with the Martial Soul of a Demon Fox, is the vice-captain and a personal disciple of Pope Bibi Dong. Her charm and control abilities are unparalleled.

Yan, a level 52 offensive-type Battle Soul King, possesses the Flame Lord Martial Soul. His attacks are ferocious, and his defense is astonishing.

In addition, there are Sun Chuantao, level 48, with a round ring giant blade; Li Kai, level 47, with a black-footed wild boar; and Zhang Ting, level 47, with a golden-waisted flying swallow.

The overall level of this team is enough to crush the vast majority of participating colleges.

Xie Yue, Hu Liena, and Yan, under the deliberate promotion of Pope Bibi Dong, were dubbed the "Golden Generation" and became renowned within the Spirit Hall.

They are indeed exceptionally talented and incredibly strong.

However, compared to Florian, who reached level 49 at the young age of fifteen, the aura of this "golden generation" inevitably seemed somewhat dim.

The age difference and the similarity in rank meant that Florian's presence inadvertently drew away a great deal of attention and admiration.

The subtle rivalry between the Papal Palace and the Papal Palace meant that the title of the "Golden Generation" did not become as widely known as expected. Instead, they were often compared to "the disciple of that great Papal."

Interestingly, despite belonging to different camps, Florian's relationship with Xie Yue, Hu Liena, Yan, and others is not as tense and antagonistic as outsiders speculate.

This is largely due to Florian himself.

The Radiant Unicorn Martial Soul bestowed upon him not only powerful combat strength, but also a pure and natural affinity, as if it could dispel malevolence and soothe restlessness.

He was sincere and gentle, upright and honest, giving his all in training and being humble and friendly in life. Even proud and arrogant people like Xie Yue and Yan found it hard to dislike him.

The shrewd Huliena, though burdened with certain subtle missions from the Pope, would unconsciously tone down her deliberate allure and scheming when facing Florian.

Qian Daoliu was fully aware of this, but he didn't interfere. Some bridges need to be built by young people themselves, and some patterns need to be formed through collision and friction.

"Summon Florian to see me," Qian Daoliu's calm voice rang out in the hall.

Before long, familiar footsteps approached. The blond boy entered the hall, sunlight filtering through the stained-glass windows and casting a soft golden rim on him. His azure eyes were clear and serene. He bowed respectfully: "Teacher, you're back."

Qian Daoliu nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over Flori's body as if it were a tangible object, sensing the thick, solid, and vibrant spiritual power of light within him.

"Level 49, peak, solid foundation, not bad." He commented succinctly, then said, "Let me see your progress over the past few years."

Without further ado, Qian Daoliu raised his hand in a gesture of approval. The spacious floor of the main hall was the perfect training ground.

Florian's expression turned solemn; he knew his teacher's test was no joke. Four spirit rings—yellow, yellow, purple, and black—rose in succession beneath his feet, and the phantom of the Light Unicorn appeared behind him, spreading a holy aura.

Chapter 378 Test

Florian did not attack immediately, but instead focused on adjusting himself to his peak condition.

Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back, not even releasing his martial spirit, but his body naturally exuded an aura of towering grandeur and unfathomable depth.

He simply stood there, seemingly integrated with the entire hall, giving people a sense of being unshakable.

Florian moved.

There was no probing, no hesitation.

Facing someone like Qian Daoliu, holding back would be foolish and futile. He knew that only by giving his all could he make his teacher see his current limits.

The first spirit ring lit up first, glowing with a lustrous yellow light.

"First Soul Skill, Radiant Strike!"

He let out a low shout, and his entire body seemed to transform into a straight golden streak.

The phantom of the unicorn martial spirit almost overlapped with his own body, and the single horn on his forehead, formed from condensed energy, suddenly burst forth with a dazzling yet gentle radiance.

This strike was swift, accurate, and ruthless!

The soul power was highly compressed and condensed into a single point, tearing the air apart with a faint whistling sound as it rushed straight towards Qian Daoliu's chest. The pure light contained within that radiance even caused the shadows beneath the angel murals on the dome of the main hall to recede slightly.

Faced with this thrust that would have made even a Soul Master of the same level take it seriously, Qian Daoliu didn't even lift his eyelids.

He simply raised his right hand casually, his index and middle fingers together, and gently swiped them towards the incoming golden light.

Without the appearance of spirit rings or the eruption of a powerful aura, only the most basic release of spirit power was made. A condensed, tangible band of spirit power, radiating a faint golden light, was generated out of thin air, like the most supple silk, or the most solid barrier, standing in front of him.

"laugh!"

The golden unicorn collided violently with the band of soul power!

The expected piercing or exploding sound did not occur. Florian felt as if his invincible, defense-breaking radiant strike had pierced into a bottomless, yet incredibly resilient, golden ocean.

The force transmitted from the tip was not an indestructible shock, but rather a powerful and viscous sensation. The band of soul power slightly dented, then rippled out in circles of soft light, silently dissipating and neutralizing the sharp penetrating force. The scorching effect that should have remained didn't even leave a trace on the golden band of power.

But Florian's reaction was incredibly fast.

When his first attack missed, he used the momentum to spin around, and as soon as his toes touched the ground, his second spirit ring under his feet began to flash with a deep purple light.

"Second Soul Skill, Holy Flame Stomp!"

He flipped in mid-air, his right foot blazing with holy light, like a small meteorite, and stomped hard on the ground three feet in front of Qian Daoliu.

With a deafening roar, the violent energy of light exploded in a ring around the point of impact.

Golden flames swept across the area like a raging torrent, and the scorching airwaves, carrying a sacred shockwave, instantly covered an area of ​​ten meters in radius. The smooth, mirror-like marble on the ground remained completely undamaged, but it seemed to be coated with a layer of flowing golden flames, continuously radiating an aura of purification and burning.