The morning flew by, and in the blink of an eye, the clock struck two in the afternoon.
Sunlight filtered through the sparse clouds, bathing every corner of the Spirit Hall in a golden glow.
This day was destined to be recorded in the history of the Spirit Hall, because the youngest and most powerful Holy Son in the entire history of the Spirit Hall was about to appear…
A gentle breeze stirred, scattering the fallen leaves on the ground with a rustling sound.
Fresh air wafted in, carrying the faint scent of flowers and earth.
A peaceful and serene scene unfolded in the courtyard of the Spirit Hall.
With a creak, the door slowly opened, and Huo Yuhao stepped out, his footsteps crunching on the fallen leaves.
To be honest, counting the days, this was already his sixth year at the Spirit Hall.
In those six years, Huo Yuhao's feelings for the Spirit Hall had deepened considerably.
Originally, he thought that being reborn would be enough to make up for the regrets of his previous life.
Unexpectedly, in this life, he had so many more people to protect.
"Yuhao, are you ready?"
A melodious female voice interrupted Huo Yuhao's thoughts, and then, Huo Yuhao's hand was gently taken.
Huo Yuhao turned his head and saw a beautiful face—it was Bibi Dong.
The person who came was indeed Bibi Dong.
Today, Bibi Dong wore a noble papal robe, a crown, and held a scepter symbolizing power.
Nobility, charm, and wisdom intertwined, elevating Bibi Dong's charm to an unprecedented level.
"Teacher, you look so beautiful today.
I was almost stunned for a moment," Huo Yuhao said with a teasing smile.
"What? Does that mean your teacher isn't pretty usually?"
Bibi Dong smiled slightly, a hint of mischief in her eyes.
Bibi Dong thought to herself, this little guy is getting more and more audacious.
Today he dared to tease his teacher!
If this continues, who knows what will happen in the future?
It seems she needs to find an opportunity to properly educate Huo Yuhao, to teach him the importance of respecting his teacher. Perhaps tonight?
A faint blush rose on Bibi Dong's face, and she unconsciously tightened her grip on Huo Yuhao's hand.
"Ahem, teacher, let's go quickly, the Holy Son Conferment Ceremony is about to begin."
Huo Yuhao felt Bibi Dong's gaze and quickly changed the subject.
"Alright, your teacher isn't in a hurry, why are you?
This ceremony is for you; it only begins after you arrive."
Bibi Dong patted Huo Yuhao's head, her tone carrying an undeniable air of authority.
The two continued walking, and after about 100 meters, Huo Yuhao saw a luxurious carriage stopped in front of them in the distance.
The carriage was lavishly decorated, and the horse pulling it was named the Divine Steed, radiating ultimate light.
This horse was 30,000 years old and had always served as the Pope's exclusive vehicle for important events.
Looking at the luxurious carriage before him, Huo Yuhao smiled slightly:
"You even have a private carriage?
Quite extravagant."
Bibi Dong rolled her eyes at Huo Yuhao, her tone tinged with displeasure:
"Don't you know what day it is?
Today is the Holy Son's investiture ceremony.
How can we let you walk?
If word gets out, people will think our Spirit Hall can't afford a carriage."
Huo Yuhao smiled slightly, not refuting, but silently following Bibi Dong's steps onto the ornately decorated carriage.
The interior decoration of the carriage was even more breathtaking; every detail showcased the Spirit Hall's luxury and prestige.
The cushions on the carriage were all made of the finest velvet, soft and comfortable to the touch, making one feel as if they were sitting on a cloud.
The carriage was constructed from precious ancient banyan wood, a wood said to be impervious to water and fire and possessing a unique fragrance that could soothe the mind and promote rest, allowing passengers to get adequate rest during their journey.
After about ten minutes, the carriage slowly entered the Papal Palace Plaza.
The Papal Palace Plaza was the heart of the Spirit Hall, a sacred place for important ceremonies and celebrations.
Two enormous golden six-winged angel statues stood on either side of the Papal Palace.
At this moment, the plaza was already bustling with activity.
Huo Yuhao observed with his spiritual eyes that there were approximately 15,786 people in the plaza, the vast majority of whom were students from the Spirit Hall Academy, with the remainder being other members of the Spirit Hall.
Looking around, Huo Yuhao spotted many familiar faces.
For example, Xie Yue and Yan were standing at the very front of the crowd, as was the short-haired girl holding a banner in support of him, and his entire support group was in the center of the plaza.
As the carriage carrying Huo Yuhao and Bibi Dong slowly passed by, the crowd in the square immediately erupted in excitement.
"Look, it's His Holiness the Pope! And that's Huo Yuhao!"
A tall man spotted Huo Yuhao and Bibi Dong in the carriage at a glance and jumped up excitedly, arms outstretched.
"My goodness, is Huo Yuhao really that young?
I missed the match last week because of something. Can someone tell me if this is really true?"
Another sharp-eyed man also noticed Huo Yuhao's age; his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
Seeing the enthusiastic members of the Spirit Hall around him, Huo Yuhao stood up along with Bibi Dong, extending his right hand and waving to the crowd.
Seeing Bibi Dong and Huo Yuhao's actions, the crowd became even more excited, waving their hands and jumping up and down.
Only after the carriage carrying Huo Yuhao and Bibi Dong reached the top platform did the crowd quiet down.
At this moment, the chairs on the platform were already full.
Huo Yuhao glanced around and saw Qian Daoliu sitting in the very center of the platform, with Gu Yuena and Hu Liena standing behind him.
Beside Qian Daoliu were the various elders and high-ranking officials of the Spirit Hall.
Besides the elders and high-ranking officials Huo Yuhao had seen before, such as Golden Crocodile Douluo, Azure Phoenix Douluo, Light Feather Douluo, Spirit Kite Douluo, Lion Douluo, Chrysanthemum Douluo, and Ghost Douluo, the secluded Thousand-Jun Douluo and Demon-Slaying Douluo were also present.
With Huo Yuhao's arrival, the imperial decree investiture ceremony officially began, a ceremony that was somewhat tedious and boring.
First, there was a half-hour speech by the high-ranking official Qian Daoliu, followed by a speech from Pope Bibi Dong.
It wasn't until a full hour later that the main event began.
"After unanimous discussion among the venerable elders of the Hall of Offerings and the elders of the Papal Palace, today, Huo Yuhao is hereby conferred the title of Holy Son upon the Spirit Hall!"
However, no sooner had Bibi Dong finished speaking than a melodious voice echoed from the sky:
"I disagree with the conferment of the title of Holy Son upon Huo Yuhao!"