Chapter 186: Unlimited Glory
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At the foot of the mountain, outside the Spirit Hall—
Wang Li and Dugu Yan were stopped without question. The guards demanded their identities and the purpose of their visit.
Wang Li didn't bother playing the fool. Instead, he calmly revealed his strength, summoning his martial spirit as he stated plainly:
"I'm here for my coronation—to officially receive my title."
A brilliant sapphire-colored Blue Silver Emperor spread out around him. Two yellow, two purple, three black, and two red soul rings—an astonishing configuration that would leave even titled Douluo in shock, their envy practically dripping.
Nine soul rings. And more than that, two red ones. The sheer oppressive force they radiated sent shivers down the spines of the temple knights, their faces paling as their legs trembled uncontrollably.
Wang Li smiled faintly. "Why are you all so tense? I didn't come here to fight. I just absorbed my ninth soul ring and came to be officially recognized. You guard the Spirit Hall—surely this kind of thing happens often, doesn't it?"
As his words fell, the temple knights: …
(ー_ー)!!
They had seen titled Douluo before. But a titled Douluo with red soul rings? Two of them? That, they had never witnessed. The overwhelming aura alone was enough to make them weak in the knees.
At that moment, from the mountain where Spirit Hall stood, over ten streaks of light shot into the sky, descending in an instant.
Wang Li looked up.
Pope Bibi Dong. Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan. Ghost Douluo Gui Mei. And another seven or eight titled Douluo.
All of them locked their gazes on Wang Li, their expressions filled with the kind of shock one might have after seeing a ghost.
Among these titled Douluo, aside from Bibi Dong, not a single one possessed a hundred-thousand-year soul ring. Any soul beast that lived for a hundred thousand years was a ruler of its kind—a terrifying existence.
Everyone wanted a hundred-thousand-year ninth soul ring, but how many titled Douluo had actually succeeded?
So, when they laid eyes on Wang Li, their envy, jealousy, and bitterness were almost palpable.
Bibi Dong's face remained calm, but her grip on her scepter tightened noticeably. It was clear that, beneath her composed exterior, a storm was raging within her.
After a brief pause, she finally spoke evenly:
"Wang Li, congratulations on becoming a titled Douluo. And with two hundred-thousand-year soul rings, no less. But I have a question—aren't you not even twenty years old yet? Or perhaps, you've just turned twenty?"
Hearing this, Wang Li responded politely:
"That's correct. I just turned twenty. Five years ago, during the Spirit Master Tournament, Your Holiness encouraged me to become a strong cultivator as soon as possible. I've taken those words to heart. Now that I've achieved the rank of titled Douluo, I've come at once for my coronation."
Bibi Dong's mind was thrown into chaos.
Back then, she had spoken casually.
Yet, Wang Li had taken it seriously—and accomplished it.
Five years.
How had he managed to advance from a five-ring Soul King to a nine-ring titled Douluo in just five years? The leap was beyond terrifying.
Could it be… that he had also inherited a god's legacy?
A suspicion took root in Bibi Dong's mind, growing stronger by the second. In that instant, she no longer saw Wang Li as just a rising star—he was now a future rival.
Spirit Hall was revered as the holy land of soul masters, not only because of the immense power held by the Pope's Palace and the Elder's Hall but also because of the Douluo Hall—a place where generations of titled Douluo were buried and where new titled Douluo were officially crowned.
It was this sense of tradition and legacy that commanded respect.
Thus, with Wang Li's coronation imminent, neither Spirit Hall nor Bibi Dong had any reason to hinder him. On the contrary, they were obligated to help him complete the ceremony. Otherwise, if the faith of Spirit Hall's followers wavered, it could deal a severe blow to their foundation.
Bibi Dong's gaze became solemn as she declared:
"A coronation is sacred. It cannot be rushed. Three days from now, I will personally preside over your ceremony. In the meantime, you may explore Spirit City as you please—just don't stray too far and risk missing the event."
Wang Li didn't mind in the slightest. He simply smiled, nodding.
"No problem. I'm looking forward to the coronation in three days."
With that, he retracted his martial spirit and wandered off with Dugu Yan to explore the city.
As they strolled through Spirit City, Dugu Yan leaned in, biting Wang Li's ear softly as she whispered,
"We should still be careful. I'm worried that Spirit Hall might see your age and your soul rings as a threat and act against you."
Hearing this, Wang Li lifted his chin slightly, his voice brimming with confidence.
"There's no need to worry. Even if ten titled Douluo, a hundred Soul Douluo, or countless Soul Sages stood in our way, I could still protect you and fight my way out with ease. To me, this place holds no danger at all."
His bold declaration made Dugu Yan's eyes sparkle with admiration. As she gazed at the spirited and unshakable Wang Li, her trust in him grew even deeper.
While the two of them enjoyed their time exploring, Spirit City was in complete turmoil.
A new titled Douluo had emerged on the continent—an event so shocking that it sent ripples through every corner of the city.
Meanwhile, the titled Douluo of Spirit Hall wasted no time. After returning, they did everything they could to dig up information on Wang Li. What they found left them speechless.
A commoner background.
A mutated Blue Silver Grass martial spirit.
An innate soul power of only rank three.
Trash.
Yes, by their standards, Wang Li's talent was absolute garbage. Every titled Douluo present was a top-tier genius, their lives marked by legendary achievements.
Yet Wang Li, with such a worthless talent, had managed to reach the same heights as them—at only twenty years old.
Shock. Dismay. Frustration. Even despair.
That night, many titled Douluo lay awake, staring at the ceiling, cursing themselves as useless.
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Three Days Later
In front of the Douluo Hall, within the vast plaza—
It was packed. Every seat was filled with the residents of Spirit City, which meant every single person present was a soul master.
In the VIP section, titled Douluo from across the continent had gathered, all here to witness the birth of a new titled Douluo.
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Inside the corridor leading to the plaza, Dugu Yan carefully adjusted Wang Li's robes.
Today, he was dressed in red robes embroidered with golden trim, an outfit befitting his newfound status.
The luxurious fabric draped elegantly over his tall, straight figure, complementing his striking features.
He looked impeccable.
Dugu Yan took a step back, examined him with satisfaction, and nodded approvingly.
"Go," she said with a smile. "Let them witness the youngest titled Douluo in Douluo Continent's history!"
Hearing this, Wang Li lifted his chin slightly and grinned.
"No problem."
With that, he turned and strode forward—toward the light.
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The moment Wang Li stepped onto the plaza, a deafening roar of cheers erupted.
It was overwhelming, endless, a storm of applause and celebration.
No matter how dark Bibi Dong's heart might be, no matter how deeply she harbored thoughts of destruction, at this moment, both Spirit Hall and Spirit City remained pure in their reverence for strength.
Here, they cheered not for a political figure, nor for one of their own, but simply for a soul master who had reached the pinnacle.
As Wang Li surveyed the crowd, he saw thousands of people chanting his name.
Then, his gaze shifted toward the Douluo Hall—
There stood Bibi Dong, waiting for him.
Beside her was her disciple, Hu Liena, holding a tray covered by a red cloth, its contents unknown.
However, Hu Liena's expression was complex, filled with uncertainty.
She looked at Wang Li—the person she had once been willing to risk her life to defeat.
Yet now, he had already become a titled Douluo, and it was her own teacher who would be crowning him.
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Today was Wang Li's coronation.
At this moment, he stood in the spotlight, surrounded by the greatest figures of the continent.
A rising legend.
A moment of unparalleled glory.
(End of Chapter)