Chapter 45: The Coronation Ceremony
Douluo: Dugu Bo's Life Simulator
From the Pope Hall to the Worship Hall, thousands of steps had to be crossed.
But for Bibi Dong and her two Titled Douluo companions, the distance was nothing.
In mere blinks of an eye, the three had already arrived at the entrance to the Worship Hall.
Bibi Dong said calmly:
"You wait here."
"Yes, Your Majesty," Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo replied with relief.
Every time they entered the Worship Hall, the immense power of the consecrated elders put tremendous pressure on them. If they could avoid it, they would.
Ghost Douluo glanced at Bibi Dong with curiosity and whispered:
"Previously, Your Majesty always had us accompany you. But this time… you seem so composed. Could it be that you've advanced to Super Douluo?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo warned him quietly:
"Old Ghost, though we've served Her Majesty for years and earned her trust, some things are better left unexplored."
Ghost Douluo couldn't help but tease back:
"I know what I'm doing, no need for your reminders, Chrysanthemum!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo's face turned red with anger, pointing at him:
"Damn you, old ghost! What did you just call me? Say it again!"
Ghost Douluo casually touched his ear:
"Chrysanthemum… what's wrong? Been calling you that for years. Any problem?"
"You! Just you wait!" Chrysanthemum Douluo clenched his fists but, seeing the grand doors of the Worship Hall, let it go.
[T/N: just get married already😭🥀]
When Bibi Dong stepped inside, the massive doors of the Worship Hall slowly closed.
The divine energy of the angel statue, combined with the presence of Qian Daoliu before it, stirred all sorts of negative emotions in her chest.
Under the influence of the Rakshasa God, she felt a violent impulse to destroy everything there.
Yet, she restrained herself.
Qian Daoliu turned to her, frowning slightly.
If the angel's divine power made Bibi Dong uneasy, then the Rakshasa God's presence in her made Qian Daoliu feel similarly unsettled.
Suppressing his discomfort, he asked:
"What brings you here this time?"
Bibi Dong pointed at Golden Crocodile Douluo:
"I'm not here for you. I'm here for him."
Golden Crocodile Douluo scowled:
"I have nothing to say to you!"
Bibi Dong remained calm:
"Then I can preside over this Titled Douluo's coronation ceremony myself."
Golden Crocodile's eyes widened:
"What? Someone advanced to Titled Douluo?"
Even Qian Daoliu glanced at her, waiting for her next words.
"There's someone called Dugu Bo who has broken through to Titled Douluo. I've already sent word; the coronation ceremony is about to begin. Whether you attend or not is your choice."
With that, Bibi Dong left the hall.
Golden Crocodile murmured nostalgically:
"So it's that Dugu family kid… I thought he would have died like his father all those years ago."
"Yet not only did he survive, he has now reached Titled Douluo."
Since the death of his family, Dugu Bo had lived in seclusion with the young Dugu Yan in Sunset Forest.
He rarely appeared in the martial world, so few even knew of him—except the elders of older generations.
Golden Crocodile looked at Qian Daoliu:
"Big brother, you haven't stepped outside here for years. Want to see this for yourself?"
"You go," Qian Daoliu said quietly, continuing to gaze at the angel statue.
Nodding, Golden Crocodile walked out of the hall.
Pope Hall — Council Chamber
Dugu Bo sat, sipping fragrant tea, waiting.
The vast council chamber—spanning thousands of square meters—was empty except for him.
His gaze stayed fixed on the tea cup, ignoring the gilded surroundings.
Time passed. The tea lost its fragrance as he grew impatient.
Just then, a temple knight entered:
"Your Grace, all preparations are complete. You may proceed."
Dugu Bo rose and stepped out of the chamber.
Outside, the crowd was bustling!
The previously quiet streets of Spirit City were now crowded, filled with people whispering to each other about the announcement from Spirit Hall.
An elder sighed to his companion:
"After so many years, the continent finally has a Titled Douluo."
"Yes! To witness a Titled Douluo's coronation is our honor."
Nearby, others gazed at the mountain, eager to catch a glimpse of the Douluo.
Spirit Hall hadn't held a coronation in decades.
In all those years, besides internal Spirit Hall members, only Tang Hao had broken through to Titled Douluo.
At the time, Tang Hao was being hunted by former Pope Qian Xunji, nearly killed.
To avoid exposing their strength, Spirit Hall rarely revealed Titled Douluo breakthroughs to the public.
The temple knight bowed to Dugu Bo, extending a hand:
"Your Grace, please."
Following the knight's direction, a red carpet stretched down thousands of steps from the Worship Hall to the Pope Hall.
On either side stood rows of temple knights in gleaming silver armor, sparkling under the sun.
Below, citizens of Spirit City and their descendants watched with fervent eyes, waiting for the day's protagonist to appear.
At this moment, Dugu Bo felt a thought cross his mind—joining Spirit Hall wouldn't be impossible.
A joke, of course—he was no ordinary man who'd join for vanity.
At least, he'd demand a position with real authority… humph.
Suppressing his thoughts, he regained composure and stepped toward the steps.
His aura surged magnificently. The black robe floated as if moved by wind.
With each step, his presence intensified. In a single stride, he crossed over a hundred steps.
As he stepped forward, a yellow soul ring slowly rose beside him.
His figure did not pause, moving fluidly…
By the ninth step, he had reached the platform before the Worship Hall for the coronation ceremony.
Yellow, purple, black, black, black, black, red!
Nine soul rings rotated around him, his aura reaching its peak.
Even those far below could feel the oppressive power of a Titled Douluo emanating from him.
The crowd could only see the floating soul rings, not his face.
Yet their fervor was undiminished—cheers echoed from below:
"Titled Douluo! Titled Douluo!"
"To witness a Titled Douluo's coronation is our honor!"
For the majority of spirit masters, becoming a Titled Douluo was the ultimate goal.
Even if they themselves could not achieve it, seeing one's coronation firsthand was a monumental event.