Douluo: After I Traveled Through the Book, I Became the Big Sister of Shrek

Five years later.

It was another year of worshipping the gods. Every household in Wuhun City hung wind chimes and props for blessing inside and outside. The inner city and the outer city had long been merged. People in different clothes were busy in and out of their homes. Hawkers and shops seized the business opportunities of the festival and shouted as they walked through the streets and alleys. As long as you looked up, you could seem to breathe in the joyful atmosphere in the air.

A little girl was holding a candied haws and holding the hand of a young girl as they walked down the street. She looked around curiously, and suddenly tugged at the edge of the girl's clothes, pointed to the distance, and asked, "Sister, what is that?"

The girl's elder sister looked up and explained to her younger sister, "That is the statue of the Saint that was just built this year. It is built on the highest hill in the square. The Saint of our Wuhun Hall... no, the Wuhun Republic ascended to become a god five years ago. Now we worship her in our worship ceremony. The guardian statues of every household also look like the Saint."

"Eh?" the girl wondered, "Is the saint we are worshipping? Then who is the beautiful lady who speaks in the square during the annual worship ceremony?"

Her elder sister patted her head and said, "That's our parliament's representative, Hu Liena. Many years ago, when the Spirit Republic was still the Spirit Hall, Sister Hu Liena saved me during a sacrificial ceremony."

"Wow..." The girl blinked her eyes. "Sister, I want to hear the story of the saint."

The girl said: "That's a very long story..."

She held her sister's hand and walked through the bustling downtown, telling her the stories that were well-known in Wuhun City. From the emergence of the black fog that threatened the safety of the entire continent, to the struggle between the three major forces on the mainland, to how the Saint stood out, saved the world, established the New Wuhun Hall, and gave ordinary people like them who could not become soul masters a better life.

"...That's it. She is the last god on the continent. In order to commemorate her contribution to Douluo Continent, people call her the Ancestor God. But in our hearts, she will always be our Saint." As the sun was setting, she finally finished the story and looked at her sister. "A year ago, the New Spirit Hall was finally officially established and became our current Spirit Republic."

The girl asked, "What about the Saint? Where did she go?"

"The Saint is very busy and rarely comes down to earth." The girl handed the small windmill she had just bought from the market to her sister. "I heard that lucky and kind people have the opportunity to see the Saint and receive her blessing."

The girl bit her fingers and said enviously, "I really want to meet the Saint."

She was about to take the windmill when she suddenly heard a whistling sound. Panic shouts rang out from the crowd. An out-of-control carriage knocked over several vendors' stalls, and the mad horse was heading towards the two sisters in the middle of the road!

The girl screamed. Her elder sister reacted the fastest, but she had no time to dodge. She could only subconsciously reach out and hold the girl in her arms, blocking the carriage tightly.

A breeze blew past her ears.

The girl opened her eyes wide. At that moment, she seemed to see a piece of white clothing passing in front of her and landing lightly in front of the carriage, and the out-of-control carriage miraculously stopped.

It was a woman in white.

She had waist-length hair combed, and wore a red string and golden bells, looking as cool as the frost hanging on the branches of trees in the early morning of autumn. She reached out and gently stroked the horse's head, and the mad horse calmed down, lowering its head docilely and obediently, as if it knew it had done something wrong.

The moment she appeared, the entire street seemed to freeze, and the originally noisy and bustling sounds disappeared completely.

But in the next second, the whole street returned to normal, with people shouting and screaming in shock. This incident quickly attracted the soul masters in charge of city security, who hurried forward to check on the horses and car owners, as well as the losses of the surrounding shops affected by the disaster.

The woman in white was clearly standing in the middle of the street, but no one seemed to be able to see her. Everyone ignored her. She didn't seem to care. She glanced at the carriage and turned away.

The girl called out to her: "Wait, please wait a moment!"

The woman in white didn't seem to expect someone to call her. She paused for a moment before turning her head to look at the two sisters who had escaped death from the horses' hooves. The elder sister stared at her with wide eyes, her breathing seemed a little difficult: "Saint, you, you are the Saint, right?"

The woman in white didn't say anything, she smiled, and in an instant, the girl felt that the colors of the world seemed to fade into black and white.

The woman then turned around and walked away into the street.

The girl took two quick steps, trying to catch up with her sister, but her eyes suddenly flickered - when she looked closely, there was no trace of the woman in white in the crowd.

The younger sister was held by her hand, and her eyes widened as she looked at her sister, whose face was flushed with excitement: "Sister, the Saint is so beautiful, more beautiful than anyone I have ever seen."

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The brief incident soon subsided, and the soul masters in charge of security took away the coachmen and vendors who needed to negotiate compensation, and the streets of Wuhun City returned to their usual bustle.

The woman in white, who was not seen by anyone except the two sisters, crossed the street. Wherever she passed, the crowds of people spontaneously made way for a small passage like diverted water. However, strangely, no one noticed her presence.

She strolled along the way without buying anything, and seemed to be just wandering around aimlessly. She didn't stop until she reached the square where the gods were worshipped.

The sacrificial square, which was originally empty with only an altar, now has a five-meter-tall statue. The entire statue is carved from white jade and depicts a woman in white clothes and long hair. Her facial features are carved lifelike and her posture is graceful and light, as if she could move at any time.

Lu also looked at this face that clearly belonged to him: "..."

What on earth was Zhang San doing? Didn't she repeatedly emphasize that we shouldn't engage in any religious worship? What was the matter with this white jade statue that looked exactly like her?

Zhang San, who was working in the Pope's Palace, sneezed suddenly. He seemed to have noticed something, touched his nose guiltily, and then looked out the window - this place was facing the sacrificial square, and he could clearly see the completed statue of the saint in its entirety.

You really can't blame him. For this statue of the saint, neither the parliament nor the cabinet contributed a penny. It was built entirely by the residents of Wuhun City who raised funds spontaneously.