"Seven 100,000-year soul rings, two million-year soul rings..."
"This, how is this possible!" Qian Daoliu exclaimed directly. He had thought his granddaughter having the million-year soul ring from the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm was already absurd enough. Now, the young sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, whom he had only heard of but never seen, had two million-year soul rings, with the rest all 100,000-year ones.
Doesn't this make me, Qian Daoliu, look like I've lived a hundred years in vain?
Has the outside world changed this much?
Unlike Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue, who had some understanding of Ning Rongrong, Qian Daoliu had basically stayed home plotting breakthroughs. Back at the Soul Master Competition, seeing Ning Rongrong with one million-year soul ring had already shocked him. Now...
Are the people of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan favored by the gods?
Spirit Hall had developed for tens of thousands of years to have such foundation. Back then, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan had two Title Douluo plus a 79th-level Soul Sage. Now, even Spirit Hall had to admit it couldn't compare.
"Don't pay too much attention to Ning Rongrong's soul rings. Her cultivation method is different from yours; she doesn't need to hunt soul beasts, and her soul rings are just simulated to adapt to this world's rules—they don't hold much meaning in themselves."
Gu Yuena was, after all, a primary god, and with the Dragon God's insight, she had long noticed Ning Rongrong's unusual nature, so she wasn't surprised.
"Different cultivation method?" Qian Daoliu said in surprise.
"That's right. The God Realm oversees many worlds, each with different cultivation systems." Gu Yuena spoke, then paused slightly in silence. "Beyond the areas under the God Realm's jurisdiction, there are even broader worlds. Generally, gods give up their positions mainly to head to higher levels."
"So, so there's such a thing!" Before Qian Daoliu could respond, Bibi Dong asked doubtfully, "Then what about the Asura God and the Rakshasa God?"
"I'm not clear on the Asura God, but the Rakshasa is basically that. But he offended the Asura God, and the Asura God has a grudge with your Spirit Hall—that's probably how it is!"
Seeing Spirit Hall targeted by several gods, Gu Yuena was also quite surprised.
"Gu Yuena, for Dragon Valley's dragon clouds and dragon souls, aside from the Dragon God's dragon soul, I want all the rest. Is that okay?" Ning Rongrong came before Gu Yuena.
"You're really not polite at all!" Gu Yuena nodded. "Fine, but on the premise that you can do what you said. What I'm worried about, you must know."
"Can't guarantee 100% that no information leaks out." Ning Rongrong replied. "The opponent is a primary god; I don't know what means he has."
Silence—Gu Yuena's long silence.
Indeed, having Ning Rongrong kill the Ancient Black Phoenix and ensure it couldn't transmit even a bit of information was indeed asking too much.
"Do your best, that's fine. But after this matter, I hope you assist me in performing a second awakening on Qian Renxue's martial soul."
Upon hearing this, Ning Rongrong glanced at Qian Renxue beside her: "Sure, Qian Renxue is my father's disciple; no matter what, there's some connection. I accept this condition."
As soon as Ning Rongrong's words fell, a terrifying pressure rose from afar.
"It's you, it's really you!"
The furious voice carried endless hatred.
The Ancient Black Phoenix, from the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan that suppressed him, confirmed Ning Rongrong's identity—the damned little brat who had prepared to break free from the seal back then, only to be forcibly pressed back.
Because of pink hair, her appearance had changed somewhat, so the Ancient Black Phoenix hadn't noticed earlier, until the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda appeared.
"Damned fellow, new grudges and old hatreds—you still dare appear before me."
"Human, today I'll make your death very rhythmic."
The secondary god's pressure permeated the air, sharp killing intent venting endlessly, as if ready at any moment to dismember Ning Rongrong into pieces.
"Help me watch Bing Di and Xue Di. I don't want to go out with Kurumi to fight and come back to find Xue Di and Bing Di turned into soul bones from not even withstanding the aftermath."
"Yeah, that's right, mainly because Bing Di is such a weakling." Tokisaki Kurumi nodded too.
"Damn Dark Devilgod Tiger, who are you calling weakling? Believe it or not, I'll bite you." Bing Di's two green twin tails flailed wildly in anger.
Her own 390,000-year cultivation was equivalent to a 97th-level Title Douluo in the human world, top-tier among the top in the human world.
Where was she weak!
It's always been like this, right?
It's you people who don't play fair—each one comparable to a Limit Douluo, even able to launch attacks on true gods.
The unscientific one isn't me, Bing Di; it's you perverts.
"No problem. Xue Di's strength isn't weak, as for Bing Di... I'll keep an eye on her." Gu Yuena nodded, her casual words angering Bing Di again.
"No need for help?" Qian Renxue asked worriedly. The aura opposite was much stronger than before.
"Qian Renxue, I'm different from you. As a support Soul Master, I still need some combat ability, or else one day I might get dragged into a political marriage by your wasteful teacher Ning Fengzhi."
Qian Renxue: "..."
As expected, just like what Sect Master Ning said—the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan is beyond his control.
But do you believe what you're saying?
Dragging you into a political marriage—either Ning Fengzhi's head got caught in a door, or the sect master doesn't want to, or rather, you, Ning Rongrong, wanting to "don the imperial robe" is already undisguised.
Qian Renxue still had good composure; she grumbled inwardly but didn't say it outright.
Brushing aside the miscellaneous matters, Ning Rongrong's gaze turned to Gu Yuena's position.
"Suppress his strength as much as possible. If he reaches primary god, I'm not getting involved."
"I don't want to use that move from back then; the aftereffects are quite troublesome."
"Got it." Gu Yuena nodded.
What Ning Rongrong meant by that move from back then, Gu Yuena couldn't forget.
A few years ago, dealing with Hypnos, Ning Rongrong had struck decisively; the two cooperated to take down the God of Death. Clearly, the current Ning Rongrong didn't have that power from then.
This should be some kind of secret art or something, with aftereffects.
The most obvious was that after using that move, for about two and a half years or whatever time, Ning Rongrong hadn't appeared in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.
Thinking about it now, she had probably gone to handle the aftereffects.
Back then, Ning Rongrong had what strength? Now she was a nine-ring Title Douluo. If she used the state from when she fought Hypnos, she would definitely be stronger than back then—how much stronger was unknown.
After getting permission from Ning Rongrong.
Powerful chi emanated from Tokisaki Kurumi and herself, an almost identical oppressive feeling, only second to fusion moves, somewhat similar to martial soul fusion techniques.
Their strengths had increased...
God-level pressure.
The knowledgeable Gu Yuena expressed surprise; even Di Tian, who hadn't spoken beside her, glanced sideways.
"Kurumi, support me. I'll take him head-on."
"Understood."
With that said, the two turned into streams of light, charging toward the Ancient Black Phoenix still in its accumulating state.
The Ancient Black Phoenix also noticed the two attacking and opened its blood basin mouth.
A red flame sprayed out.
The scorching aura caused the surrounding air to rise rapidly.
"Domain—Taiji."
A black-and-white circular domain appeared under Ning Rongrong's feet, about ten meters in diameter.
However, this rotating Eight Trigrams pattern formed a qi barrier around Ning Rongrong. The flames surging in to form a sea of fire were split apart from the middle, as if blocked by invisible walls.
The terrifying flames landed on a large rock on the ground.
In the blink of an eye, the dozens-of-meters-high stone was melted into liquid, flowing across the surface.
"Here comes the return gift, since you gave first." A crisp sword cry rang out, the Glazed Holy Sword flicking out a sword flower.
"Sword skill—Space-Time Severance."