Chapter 153 Spiritual Rain! A Fortuitous Opportunity!
Douluo God Realm.
Everyone stood there, stunned, unable to react for a moment.
That drop of golden blood, just like that, it's gone?
Na'er stared blankly at her empty palm, her little mouth pouting, looking wronged:
"My…candy…"
Just as Brigitte was about to go and coax him, suddenly—
"boom!"
Na'er's small iron hammer suddenly trembled!
It transformed into a bolt of purple lightning, striking straight into the depths of the divine realm!
"What's going on?!"
Everyone's expression changed drastically!
The next moment—
"Boom!!!"
Deep within the realm of gods, a jet-black demonic aura soared into the sky!
The demonic energy was cold and evil, carrying a terrifying aura that sent shivers down one's spine.
Even more terrifying is—
A strange desire suddenly crashed into everyone's mind!
Greed, anger, murderous intent, desire...
Everyone's vision blurred for a moment!
Gu Nanhai's forehead veins bulged, and he almost lost control and wanted to kill someone!
Di Tian's eyes were bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth!
Shuiyue covered her head, her face deathly pale!
Even Gu Nanhai, who had the strongest will, felt that he was about to lose control!
"Oh no! Quickly, guard your mind!"
He roared, trying to suppress the agitation in his heart!
But that desire was too strong, so strong it drove people crazy!
Just then—
Purple lightning exploded!
The soaring demonic energy shattered inch by inch amidst the lightning!
"ah--!!!"
A piercing scream echoed from the depths of the divine realm!
All the onlookers saw was an invisible phantom struggling frantically in the lightning, and then—
Vanished into thin air!
Boom!!!
The demonic energy exploded completely!
But this time, there was no evil, no desire.
The countless demonic energies twisted and transformed within the lightning—
It transformed into a shower of spiritual rain, drifting down gently!
"this..."
Everyone was stunned.
The raindrops fell on my body, cool yet carrying an indescribable warmth.
Gu Nanhai subconsciously reached out and caught a drop.
The spiritual rain seeped into the skin and instantly transformed into an incomparably pure energy, surging into every part of the body!
"This energy..."
His pupils suddenly contracted!
He has cultivated to the level of Dou Sheng for a thousand years.
Due to bloodline limitations, no matter how hard one tries, one cannot go any further.
But now—
The bottleneck that had been holding him back for a thousand years had actually loosened!
"This...this is an incredible opportunity!!"
Gu Nanhai's voice trembled!
He wished he could sit down and meditate immediately to absorb all of this energy!
But he held back.
The situation is unclear now; who knows if there will still be danger?
Moreover, as the leader of the ancient clan, what kind of behavior would it be if he ignored everything and went into seclusion on the spot?
He took a deep breath, suppressing his inner elation, and shouted to the ancient clansmen behind him:
"Quick! Absorb and refine it! This is a heaven-sent opportunity!"
The ancient clansmen, as if waking from a dream, sat down cross-legged and frantically absorbed the spiritual rain!
Gu Nanhai himself did not move.
He looked warily into the depths of the divine realm, then glanced at the small iron hammer in Na'er's hand.
Previously, Di Tian and the others said that it was Na'er who wiped out the Soul Clan's high-ranking members.
He believed it to some extent, but still had some doubts.
After all, that little girl looks rather silly, how could she possibly...?
But now, he believes it.
I believed it completely.
That little iron hammer was terrifying enough to send chills down your spine!
"My injuries... my injuries have healed!"
Shen Liuyu suddenly exclaimed in surprise!
She had previously taken the Blood Burning Pill, which saved her life, but destroyed her foundation, making it difficult for her to make any further progress in cultivation.
But now, as the spiritual rain fell upon her, she could clearly feel it—
Those broken meridians are healing little by little!
"quick!"
Shuiyue'er also realized what was happening and exclaimed excitedly:
"Quickly gather some spiritual liquid! Hyotei and Hairou are still unconscious! Maybe we can revive them!"
Everyone hurriedly took out jade bottles and frantically collected the spiritual rain.
On the cloud boat, the disciples who were still able to move also sat cross-legged, seizing the time to absorb the nutrients.
Di Tian, Shui Zhan Tian, and Bing Xiong Wang did not move.
Like Gu Nanhai, they guarded Na'er vigilantly.
"Have any of you made any discoveries?"
Gu Nanhai asked in a deep voice.
Di Tian looked towards the depths of the divine realm, then glanced at the sky.
Just a moment ago,
He seemed to have caught a glimpse of a scene.
Inside the Daoyuan Hall, someone was watching this place through some kind of magical artifact.
The image flashed by so quickly that he wasn't sure if he had seen it wrong.
but...
"It must be someone from the Primordial World who made a move."
He said slowly:
"There is no other explanation besides this."
Shui Zhantian nodded:
"I guess they don't trust Miss Na'er."
He paused, then added:
"Looking at it this way, it really is an opportunity. Let's not waste it."
The group exchanged glances and then focused some of their attention on absorbing the spiritual rain.
...
This spiritual rain not only enveloped the realm of gods.
It pierced through space, drifting and falling across the entire Douluo Continent.
Tian Dou City.
On the ruins, Ning Fengzhi was leading the remaining disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, silently cleaning up the remains.
One hundred and seven people.
The sect, which once had thousands of members, now has only 107 left.
He crouched down and picked up a charred plaque.
The five large characters "Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School" have been burned down to only half.
His fingers gently traced the charred wood grain, and his eyes stung with tears.
Bone Douluo is dead.
Ning Rongrong is dead.
Now, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has also fallen into ruin.
"Charm..."
Sword Douluo Chen Xin walked to his side and whispered:
"Cheer up, we...we still have to survive."
Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, put down the plaque, and stood up:
"Uncle Jian is right. Those who are alive must look forward."
He glanced around at the disciples who were cleaning up the wreckage, his voice hoarse:
"Take inventory and gather all the usable supplies. Find as much as you can."
"We...rebuild our sect!"
The disciples nodded silently, their eyes red-rimmed.
Just then—
A sudden, divine light appeared on the horizon.
Immediately afterwards, a light rain began to fall.
"This is..."
A young disciple reached out and caught a raindrop, staring blankly as it seeped into his skin.
The next second, he shouted in shock:
"My wound! My wound is healed!"
"What?"
Before the people next to them could react, they also caught the raindrops.
"I...I've broken through in my cultivation level!"
"Martial Soul... Martial Soul has evolved?!"
"My severed arm... is growing!"
Exclamations of surprise rose and fell in an instant!
Ning Fengzhi was startled!
He suddenly looked up, letting the raindrops fall on his face.
The incredibly pure energy surged into his body, leaving him speechless with shock!
He had cultivated himself his whole life and had never felt such pure energy!
"This is... could it be the Dragon Transformation Rain?"
He suddenly remembered the scene in the sky back then, where Yu Xiaogang and Bone Douluo were transformed during that dragon transformation rain!
"Okay, okay!"
Sword Douluo Chen Xin roared to the sky!
His severed arm is regenerating at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Not only that, the sword energy around him became increasingly fierce, rising steadily!
"Those who survive a great calamity are sure to be blessed with good fortune!"
His eyes were filled with a chilling sword intent, and his voice was like the ringing of a sword:
"If I encounter those Soul Clan members again, I will make sure they never return!"
Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, suppressing his surging emotions, and said in a deep voice:
"Everyone, listen up—settle down on the spot and absorb and refine with all your might!"
"yes!"
More than a hundred disciples responded in unison and sat down cross-legged.
Ning Fengzhi did not sit down immediately.
He looked up at the sky, at the heavens.
Uncle Bone, Rongrong, did you see that?
There is still hope for our sect.
He closed his eyes, a tear mingled with the rain and slid down his cheek. Then, he sat cross-legged and began to absorb the spiritual rain.
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