Spirit City — Capital of Spirit Hall

A city of divine grandeur and daunting majesty, Spirit City was unlike any other place on the continent. Its wide avenues were paved with polished white stone, and tall spires rose proudly, crowned with golden sigils that shimmered under the sun. Massive bronze statues of former Supreme Pontiffs stood like guardians along the central causeway. And at its heart stood the colossal Spirit Temple — rising like a sacred mountain, commanding reverence.

The very air here was charged with spiritual energy — dense, refined, and sharp. It was a place where only the strong walked proudly. The weak? They knelt.

As the transport carriage crested the final hill, the group caught their first full view of the shining city. For most of them, this was their first time laying eyes on the true power of Spirit Hall.

Even Mei, usually composed, couldn't hide her awe.

"…So this is the true power of Spirit Hall," Xiao Tian muttered, his eyes narrowing.

"It's not just a city," Zhu Zhuqing said quietly. "It's the sacred ground of the Angel God, too."

Renxue glanced at them and smiled faintly. "You'll get used to it."

Felicia leaned lazily against the carriage window, her crimson eyes half-lidded in amusement. "Or the pressure will crush you, and they'll ship you home in a box."

Renxue gave her a dry look. "Don't scare them."

Michael, as usual, remained silent — though his golden eyes scanned the city ahead. He wasn't impressed. Not by the marble, nor the grandeur. Spirit City, to him, was a tool. A fortress. A foundation for something far greater.

Their carriage rolled smoothly into the city under escort. At the gate, Spirit Hall guards clad in silver and white armor bowed deeply, stepping aside as they passed.

Once inside, they were taken to a private estate — a secluded manor within the inner sanctum of the Spirit Temple complex. This area was reserved only for the most elite guests and those of high status within Spirit Hall's inner circle.

The estate itself was serene and beautifully crafted. Water gardens reflected the moonlight. Wisteria trees swayed gently in the evening breeze. Intricate formation patterns were woven silently into the architecture, enhancing the flow of aura within the space. The calm beauty masked the true power and prestige this place represented.

A group of uniformed attendants waited respectfully at the gate as they arrived.

"Welcome, Holy Son. The estate has been fully prepared."

Michael gave a single nod and stepped forward, leading the group inside.

Each of them was shown to a private room and handed fresh robes — white and silver, embroidered with the crest of the Platinum Generation — the name given to Michael's elite team. A group of prodigies rising from Spirit Hall's younger generation.

Later that evening, they all gathered in the central courtyard of the estate. The moon hung high overhead, its light spilling down across the polished stone. Waiting for them was Renxue, standing calmly in her full ceremonial robes. No longer hiding her identity, she stood proudly as the Holy Daughter of Spirit Hall.

Her golden robes shimmered faintly, and the divine aura around her pulsed with quiet strength. Her status, her position — it was beyond question.

Beside her stood two elders — both Titled Douluo. One of them was old, his eyes deep and wise. The other was lean and cold-eyed, with the air of a sword sheathed in flesh.

Michael sat calmly at the head of the stone table. His presence didn't dominate, but it was impossible to ignore. The elders, despite their age and status, showed him visible respect.

Renxue turned toward the gathered team and addressed them directly, her voice clear and composed.

"I suppose by now most of you have already guessed it," she said, glancing at their faces. "Mo Luochen — the one you've known as Captain — is none other than Spirit Hall's Holy Son. And I, as many of you know, am the Holy Daughter."

The others nodded slowly, solemnly — not with surprise, but with quiet understanding.

They had fought beside Michael. Bled beside him. Watched him crush enemies and lead them through trials that should have broken lesser cultivators. His strength, his insight, the aura of command that wrapped around him — it had always hinted at something more.

Now, they knew exactly what that "more" was.

Xiao Tian folded his arms, brow furrowed. "So... all along, we've been part of Spirit Hall?"

"No," Michael finally spoke, his voice calm but firm. "You weren't part of anything you didn't choose. Spirit Hall didn't make you stronger. You made yourselves stronger — through blood, through effort. All I did… was open the path."

Zhu Zhuqing's eyes softened. "It doesn't change anything for me."

"Same here," Jin added, lounging against one of the stone pillars. "You saved us. You led us. Titles don't matter."

Mei simply bowed her head slightly. "You gave me a life. I'll follow you to the end, no matter where that road leads."

Even Lian, who was often quiet and skeptical, nodded slightly. Her twin tails shifted, ears twitching once. "So long as our goal doesn't change… I don't care who's backing us."

Qinghe remained silent, but his gaze was steady, loyal. He already knew. He had known for over a year. The oath he swore to Michael still burned quietly in his heart — unshakable.

Renxue smiled faintly at their responses, pride flickering in her golden eyes. "Then let me welcome you officially — as members of Spirit Hall's inner circle. From this point forward, you're no longer outsiders. You're Platinum-ranked Spirit Masters of the Hall. That makes you targets… but also, legends in the making."

One of the elders stepped forward — the older one with deep eyes.

"We've reviewed each of your files. Your combat records. Your growth under the Holy Son's command. You will all be given resources, guidance, and status — but remember this: in Spirit Hall, strength determines everything. Privilege is earned."

"Which means," added the sharper-eyed elder, his voice colder, "those who fall behind will be left behind. Your talents are impressive, but you carry the name of the Holy Son now. You will be expected to rise — or be crushed."

There was no threat in his words. Just truth.

Michael stood slowly, and the entire courtyard seemed to still.

"I didn't bring you here to kneel," he said. "I brought you here to climb. We've entered a deeper part of the world now — one where power is law, and only those who rise above can shape the future."

He looked at each of them in turn — Mei, Lian, Ren, Jin, Su, Zhuqing, Xiao Tian, and even Qinghe.

"You've come far in two years. But everything until now… was just the beginning."

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