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"What should I do next?" Hu Liena forced herself up, her clothes soaked through with sweat. Turning to Tang San, she asked, "Have I gained the throne's approval?"
"You've passed the first test."
In reality, if Tang San hadn't secretly assisted with his spiritual power, Hu Liena wouldn't have even passed the first test.
Although the demonic fox had spiritual attributes, they were not pure enough. With her current spiritual abilities, she couldn't gain approval. The reason she could pass was mainly due to the throne's spiritual discernment, considering Tang San as its creator.
And Tang San did this because he had originally intended this throne as a gift to the Spirit Hall, and Bibi Dong had even produced a 50,000-year-old spirit-attribute skull.
Clearly, Bibi Dong hoped that Hu Liena would use this throne.
For this reason, Tang San didn't mind lending a small hand.
"Next, place your hand on that gemstone of the throne, release your martial soul, inject soul power into it, and it will automatically imprint the mark of your martial soul. This throne will then belong to you."
Hu Liena took a deep breath. With the spirit of the demonic fox enveloping her, she grew fox ears and a fox tail. Following Tang San's instructions, she infused soul power into the silver-white gemstone.
In an instant, the entire throne vibrated, continuously absorbing Hu Liena's soul power until she was almost depleted, only stopping when her soul power was nearly exhausted.
Thump, thump, thump!
Hu Liena staggered back seven or eight steps, her face pale. She meticulously examined the throne, now covered in cracks, not noticing the Blue Silver Emperor coiled around her waist, her soul power rapidly recovering.
At this moment, everyone present stared at the throne, emitting a faint light from its cracks.
As the surface black color peeled away and dissipated, a grand and ancient throne appeared before everyone. It was silver-white overall, engraved with golden patterns converging towards its silver-white core.
The energies of heaven and earth converged, lifting it to a height of nearly fifty meters in the air. The silver-white spiritual energy transformed into a vast ocean, covering an area of nearly a thousand meters around.
"Ying yo!"
A clear beast cry echoed through the entire Pope's Palace. A silver-white nine-tailed fox leaped out from the core of the throne, running across the silver sea, then returning to the throne. At its core, it condensed into a fox head relief, while its nine tails, each about ten meters long, extended from behind the throne, curling into nine rings, emitting strong spiritual fluctuations.
Majestic!
Sacred!
Invisible steps of silver-white condensed one after another, falling in front of Hu Liena.
"Go up, you will be crowned!" Tang San said to Hu Liena, who was somewhat bewildered. "Become the first owner of this Throne of Wisdom and Spirit's Soul Seal!"
The Divine Seal Throne?
No! Since it was created in Douluo Continent, it naturally needed a new name: the Soul Seal Throne!
"Mm!"
Facing the eyes of Bibi Dong, Tang San, and the four Titled Douluos—some encouraging, some excited, some envious—Hu Liena nodded firmly and stepped onto the first step.
Ripples like water patterns spread from the steps, enhancing the spiritual power emanating from the throne.
As Hu Liena climbed higher, the spiritual pressure became increasingly heavy. Xie Yue and Yan could barely endure, half-kneeling on the ground.
When Hu Liena reached the front of the Throne of Wisdom and Spirit's Soul Seal, Xie Yue and Yan had already collapsed on the ground. The four Titled Douluos' bodies crackled as they struggled against the powerful mental pressure, their faces showing excitement and admiration.
"Is that the power of the Soul Seal Throne?"
"So powerful!"
"Even before she sat down, its pressure was difficult for even us, the Titled Douluos, to bear!"
"I can sense a strange energy protecting Hu Liena. Even Titled Douluos above rank 95 would find it hard to harm her until she sits down!"
The four Douluos' expressions were fanatical.
Only Tang San and Bibi Dong remained indifferent!
When Hu Liena sat down slowly before the Soul Seal Throne, an invisible burst of mental pressure erupted, causing the four Titled Douluos to kneel directly, unable to lift their heads.
Moreover, this spiritual coercion covered not only the Spirit Mountain, but also the entire Spirit Inner City. At this moment, the residents stopped what they were doing and looked at the Spirit Mountain involuntarily. The location of the Pope's Palace is the Soul Seal Throne that exudes silvery white light. ˆ
At this moment, the entire Spirit inner city residents could see the Soul Seal Throne and Hu Liena sitting on it!
"Is she the Holy Maiden?"
"Dignified! Elegant! And divine!"
"How can I see so clearly from over ten kilometers away from the Spirit Mountain? Could this be a dream?"
"Could it be another soul tool devised by the Holy Son, currently under testing over there?"
The city's residents discussed fervently, each with their own speculations.
In the outer city, Luo Gao, the city lord of Soul Tool Technology City, also noticed the silver light on Spirit Mountain within the inner city and saw the Soul Seal Throne. He trembled with excitement.
"Is that the throne my brother has been crafting all this time? It's simply—"
"So beautiful!"
Comparing it to his previous works, Luo Gao felt they were all trash. Even his proudest creation, the Eight Treasures Ruyi Soft Armor, was merely slightly more refined trash.
That throne was the true treasure! A genuine divine artifact!
"I must go to the inner city and discuss this with my brother, or I won't be able to sleep tonight." Luo Gao quickly handed over the city lord's duties to Si Long and hurried to the inner city...
At the same time, on Spirit Mountain, within the Supreme Pontiff Palace at the mountain's peak, the Great Consecrator Qian Daoliu opened his eyes, sensing something. He left his meditation with the other consecrators.
"What are Bibi Dong and that Tang San up to now?" Golden Crocodile Douluo, a level 98 powerhouse, could also sense the vast spiritual power in that silver light halfway up the mountain, frowning. "Great Consecrator, will you let them continue? The position of the Spirit Hall's Supreme Pontiff shouldn't belong to anyone outside the angel lineage."
"Bibi Dong has already confessed her Rakshasa inheritance to us. She will surely become a god in the future; we cannot offend her." Qian Daoliu knew that once he activated the Angel God's inheritance, he would die from sacrifice. Tolerating Bibi Dong was not only because of his son's grave mistake and his own guilt but also to leave a way out for Golden Crocodile and the others.
After all, Bibi Dong only targeted the angel lineage. As long as the others didn't provoke her, their lives wouldn't be in danger. Besides, even a tiger wouldn't harm its cubs. Even if Bibi Dong became a god, she wouldn't kill her own daughter.
At that time, Golden Crocodile and the others would be the foundation to support Qian Renxue in contending with Bibi Dong for power.
Although he preferred to see Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue united, with two gods in the Spirit Hall, they could suppress all opposition.
Unfortunately—
Qian Daoliu held no such hope.
"Great Consecrator, what's happening below?" Qian Jun Douluo asked, his face solemn. "That spiritual power is as vast as the ocean. Among us, only you and the Second Consecrator might withstand it. It could be detrimental to the young miss's return and her leading the Spirit Hall."
In other words, Bibi Dong's faction was becoming increasingly powerful, making future confrontations difficult. Even without pressuring Bibi Dong, they needed to find a way to weaken her or claim benefits for themselves.
"Forget it, we're all members of the Spirit Hall. There's no need for internal strife. When Xue'er returns and inherits the Angel God position, I'll tell her the truth. Even if relations remain strained, Xue'er will understand, and there won't be major power struggles."
Qian Daoliu could only think optimistically. Secretly, he sighed: Xue'er, come back soon. Inheriting the Angel God position is crucial. Becoming a true god will give you authority!
Halfway up the mountain.
In front of the Supreme Pontiff Palace.
Hu Liena, sitting on the Throne of Wisdom and Spirit's Soul Seal, felt as if she had endless soul power. Moreover, her spiritual power allowed her to perceive everything on Spirit Mountain and within the inner city. Even the outer city fell within a certain range.
Within this range, everything appeared in her mind, detailed down to the movement of a mosquito's wings.
Furthermore, she found she could share this perception with others and also share the spiritual power of the Soul Seal Throne with those she chose.
More importantly, sitting on this throne seemed to make her smarter, her mind working incredibly fast. It would certainly help her handle various affairs more efficiently... Did Tang San give her this throne to help her manage more tasks?
Then, Hu Liena manipulated the Throne of Wisdom and Spirit's Soul Seal to disperse the anomalies. The pressure vanished instantly, but as she stood up, the Soul Seal Throne transformed into a silver-white battle armor, adorning her body—
On her head was a silver circlet, with a silver-white core in the center, featuring a phantom of a nine-tailed fox. It extended to the top of her head, forming silver-white fox ear-like decorations. Her chest armor had a handsome fox head relief, with golden patterns flowing over it. Around her waist was a silver belt and nine fox tail-like battle skirts. Her limbs were clad in tight-fitting shoulder armor, armguards, gloves, leg armor, knee guards, and battle boots.
Hu Liena, now looking valiant and heroic, resembled a magnificent female general. The energy emanating from her was profound, especially the spiritual power fluctuations that distorted the surrounding space.
"This power is simply unbelievable!" Chrysanthemum Douluo murmured.
"Indeed, it's hard to believe." Ghost Douluo couldn't fathom how a Soul Emperor, after acquiring the Soul Seal Throne, could rival or even surpass the power of him and Chrysanthemum Douluo.
Was this the power of a semi-divine artifact?