Douluo: Why is Qian Renxue not in love anymore?

Chapter 82 Coronation Ceremony (1)

Half a month later, in the early morning, Wuhun City was gently wrapped in a layer of light mist. The sun penetrated the clouds, casting mottled light and shadows, covering this magnificent city with a layer of golden gauze. In the center of the city, the Wuhun Hall towered into the clouds, solemn and sacred. Today, it will usher in an unprecedented event - the title ceremony of Li Muyun.

The square was filled with people, soul masters and civilians from all directions gathered together, their eyes full of expectation and admiration for the unknown. The huge altar was inlaid with brilliant gems, which sparkled in the sun, as if it could lead people to another world.

As a melodious bell sounded, Bibi Dong, wearing a gorgeous papal robe, slowly walked up to the altar, her long orange hair fluttering in the wind, and every step she took looked so solemn and majestic. Her eyes swept across the entire venue, and finally fell on Li Muyun who was standing quietly not far away, her eyes full of pride and love.

With Bibi Dong's appearance, the commotion in the crowd gradually subsided, replaced by a stronger atmosphere of anticipation.

At this time, a bright color in the sky broke the silence. Ning Fengzhi, the leader of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, dressed in a glittering robe, walked into the venue with the elders of the sect with cloud-like steps. Their arrival was like the first ray of light in the morning light, illuminating the entire Wuhun City.

Ning Fengzhi had a smile on his face, holding a scepter inlaid with seven-colored gems. Every step he took exuded a gentle and jade-like temperament, attracting the attention of the surrounding soul masters.

Soon after, the strong men of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan descended with the force of thunder, led by the clan leader Yu Yuanzhen. He had a burly figure, eyes like lightning, and a dragon shadow was faintly tumbling behind him, demonstrating the power of his Tyrannosaurus Rex martial spirit.

The disciples of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan followed closely behind. The robes they wore were embroidered with lifelike dragon patterns, which looked very imposing and added a bit of domineering aura to the ceremony.

As the two major sects displayed their power, the discussions among the crowd arose again, but were quickly interrupted by a more solemn footsteps.

From the direction of the Tiandou Empire, a man in gorgeous blue and white clothing came into view. It was the crown prince of the Tiandou Empire - Xue Qinghe.

He walked with steady steps, had a handsome face, and his brows revealed innate dignity and wisdom. He was followed by several royal guards wearing silver armor and holding spears. His imposing manner attracted everyone to salute and pay tribute to him.

On the other side, the representative of Xingluo Empire was more low-key and mysterious. An old man in purple and black official uniform slowly walked into the venue, holding a cane with intricate carvings and inlaid with exotic gems. Every step he took revealed the accumulation of years and extraordinary majesty.

The old man had a dignified face and deep eyes, as if he could see into people's hearts. Although he was not a member of the royal family, as a special envoy sent by the Xing Luo Empire, his status and influence were self-evident, causing people around him to speculate about his identity and purpose.

Under the unique purple flag of the Xing Luo Empire, he stood out, adding a touch of exoticism and solemnity to the ceremony.

Ning Fengzhi stood in the crowd, his eyes meeting with Sword Douluo Chen Xin beside him, both of them had solemn yet respectful expressions.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin, who was famous for his Seven Killing Swords, stroked the hilt of his sword and whispered, "The Spirit Hall has gained another Titled Douluo, and he is also the Pope's personal disciple. This is not only an increase in strength, but also another concentration of power."

Ning Fengzhi nodded slightly, frowning, as if he could see the clues of future changes. "Indeed, Li Muyun's rise will undoubtedly bring the prestige and strength of the Pope's Palace to a higher level. It will have a far-reaching impact on the entire continent."

After saying this, he looked at the towering figure of the Spirit Hall in the distance, a trace of worry flashed across his eyes, and was quickly replaced by determination. Jian Douluo Chenxin frowned, and a breeze blew past, blowing his silver-white hair and clothes, and seemed to blow the heartstrings of everyone present. He slowly turned around and looked at Ning Fengzhi, and a subtle complex emotion flashed across his deep eyes.

"Not only that." Chen Xin's voice was deep and powerful, and every word seemed to carry a heavy weight. "I heard that Li Muchen, before he was 20 years old, had already stepped into the realm of Titled Douluo. This kind of talent is rare in ancient and modern times, and he was actually accepted by the Spirit Hall."

After saying this, he sighed softly. Although the sigh was light, it seemed to contain endless emotion and regret. Chen Xin's eyes penetrated the crowd, as if he could transcend time and space, and saw the young and powerful figure standing at the top of the Spirit Hall, enjoying the attention of everyone.

Ning Fengzhi's face became more solemn when he heard this. He raised his hand slightly, motioning Chen Xin to come closer. The two lowered their voices, as if they were afraid of disturbing the tranquility of the early morning and the solemn moment that was about to come.

“Uncle Jian, you and I both know that the reason behind Li Muyun’s rise is the Spirit Hall’s endless desire for and control over power. But have you ever thought that if such an astonishing talent cannot be used by us, it may become the biggest variable in the future.” Ning Fengzhi’s voice was low and full of worry, with a complex light flashing in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, Chen Xin nodded slightly, his eyes as deep as the night sky. He slowly said, "Feng Zhi is right, but the influence of the Spirit Hall is spread all over the continent. What can we do? Unless..." At this point, his words stopped abruptly, as if some unspeakable plan emerged in his mind.

Chen Xin lowered his voice, his tone full of determination: "Feng Zhi, you and I both know that the road to becoming a truly powerful person is often filled with thorns and sacrifices. If there is a chance... perhaps, we can only deliver a fatal blow at the most critical moment."

His words were like an icy blade, cutting through the morning mist and piercing people's hearts.

Ning Fengzhi's face suddenly changed when he heard this, but he immediately regained his composure, with a gleam of determination in his eyes. "Uncle Jian, this matter is of great importance and needs to be carefully considered. However, if such a day really comes, for the sake of the balance and peace of the continent, our Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect will definitely go all out."

On the high platform, Pope Bibi Dong slowly spread her arms. Her voice was cold and majestic, penetrating the morning mist and resounding throughout the entire Wuhun City: "Welcome all distinguished guests. Today, we gather here to witness an extraordinary moment together - my student, Li Muyun, officially enters the hall of Titled Douluo."

"My student Li Muyun is named Xingchen. From today on, Xingchen Douluo is the tenth elder of our Spirit Hall."

As Pope Bibi Dong finished speaking, the entire Wuhun City seemed to tremble. In the silence, only her voice echoed. The sun penetrated the clouds and fell on her body, coating her with a layer of light golden light, adding a bit of sacred and inviolable aura.

She turned around gently and looked at the young man standing beside her - Li Muyun - with gentle and deep eyes.

Li Muyun was wearing a gorgeous robe inlaid with star patterns, his long hair was as black as ink, and his eyes sparkled with a calmness and wisdom that did not match his age.

Following Bibi Dong's gesture, a soft and powerful soul power surged out of her body and surrounded Li Muyun, as if the power of the stars gathered at this moment to crown him.

(End of this chapter)