Chapter 133 The Four Great Families?! Qian Daobai Makes His Move!
"Snap—"
"!!!"
The Holy Light Jade floor tiles beneath Ning Rongrong's feet were instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks.
Her legs bent uncontrollably, her bones groaning under the strain.
The light of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda flickered unpredictably under this divine power, and it could shatter at any moment.
Ning Rongrong's face flushed red, and she was covered in sweat. She exerted all her strength, pouring all her soul power into her martial soul, and struggled to hold on.
"Too weak."
Qian Renxue shook her head, seemingly somewhat disappointed.
Just as she was about to withdraw her divine power, Qian Daobai, who was on the throne, spoke again.
"Xue'er, look at her with your left eye."
Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue paused slightly, then did as instructed.
Her left eye, the divine eye that represents "daylight," shone with a pure holy light.
Holy light fell upon Ning Rongrong.
Ning Rongrong felt a warm, sacred power surge into her body, instantly dispelling the terrifying pressure, and even her depleted soul power was rapidly recovering.
This is...
"Did you see that?"
Qian Daobai's voice rang out.
"Your divine power is a mixture of light and darkness. Light can be the ultimate purification and judgment, as well as the ultimate protection and blessing."
"Darkness can be the ultimate destruction and devouring, or it can be the ultimate erosion and control."
"Your understanding of power is still at the most superficial level."
Qian Renxue seemed to be deep in thought.
"Now, look at her with your right eye."
Qian Renxue followed her instructions and switched to her divine power.
The darkness representing "eternal night" quietly spreads into the right eye.
A wisp of black smoke shot towards Ning Rongrong.
Ning Rongrong, who had just caught her breath, suddenly felt as if her soul power had been corrupted by some force. Its circulation was extremely sluggish, and even her martial soul began to become unstable.
"Your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda is known as the strongest support martial soul."
Qian Daobai's gaze turned to Ning Rongrong.
"Now, I'm going to give you a task."
"Purify the 'power' bestowed upon you by Her Majesty the Queen."
"If you can't do it, then you and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School behind you have no value."
His words were understated.
But it chilled Ning Rongrong to the bone.
Inside the temple, Ning Rongrong's blood was almost congealed.
Qian Daobai's words were soft, but they shattered all her hopes.
The wisp of dark divine power that had invaded her body was like a venomous snake that would devour its prey, slowly slithering through her meridians.
With each cycle of her soul power, the darkness grew stronger, devouring her life force and soul power.
Her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul had dimmed to the extreme, and even black cracks had appeared on the pagoda's body.
"Purification..."
Ning Rongrong's lips moved slightly; those two words felt as heavy as a mountain to her.
The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda has a miraculous effect on mortal filth, but this... this is the power of a god!
It is a manifestation of a higher level of law!
She tried to activate her soul power, using the purifying light inherent in her martial soul to envelop that wisp of darkness.
However, the holy, crystal-clear light melted away instantly upon contact with darkness, like spring snow meeting the blazing sun, having no effect whatsoever.
Instead, the dark power seemed to have been provoked and became even more active.
"puff."
Ning Rongrong could no longer hold on, and a mouthful of blood sprayed onto the smooth Holy Light Jade floor tiles, a shocking sight.
Her body went limp and she collapsed to her knees, supporting herself with her hands as she gasped for breath.
On the throne, Qian Daobai's expression remained unchanged.
He seemed to have anticipated all of this, and simply picked up his teacup and took another small sip.
"Father, she..."
Qian Renxue spoke, her expression calm, but her gaze lingered on Ning Rongrong for a moment.
"She's dying."
Qian Daobai finished the second half of her sentence for her.
"The wisdom of mortals always tends to be to solve problems with brute force."
"She thought purification meant using her own power to eliminate another power."
"madness."
He put down his teacup, and his voice drifted over.
"Rongrong, listen carefully, I will only say this once."
"Water can extinguish fire, but fire can also evaporate water. The confrontation of forces is the most primitive and least efficient way."
"True purification is not elimination, but assimilation and understanding."
"Go and feel that power, understand its essence, and then use your martial soul law to create a new rule for it, so that it can be used for your own purposes, or let it leave on its own."
Ning Rongrong, who was kneeling on the ground, trembled upon hearing this.
understand?
assimilation?
These remarks completely overturned her understanding of Soul Master cultivation over the past ten years.
But in this life-or-death situation, she had no other choice.
She endured the excruciating pain that felt like her meridians were being torn apart, gave up resisting, and instead calmed her mind to actively reach out to the darkness of the eternal night.
Qian Daobai watched this scene with a hint of approval in his eyes.
Talent is important, but comprehension determines how far a person can go.
"Xue'er".
He stood up.
"Let her figure it out herself here. Whether she succeeds or fails is up to fate."
"We have other things to do."
Qian Renxue nodded slightly.
"yes."
"Now that the Haotian Sect has been destroyed, its four single-attribute clans should also find a place to go."
Qian Daobai slowly descended the jade steps, his aura profound and majestic.
"The Power Clan has already pledged allegiance to Tang San and is courting death, so there's no need to pay them any attention. The Control Clan is hiding in the shadows, and the Agility Clan has fled at the first sign of trouble; they're all just insignificant little characters who can't be brought to the table."
"Only the Broken Clan is somewhat interesting."
Qian Renxue followed behind him, her golden divine attire gleaming in the temple's light.
"Yang Wudi, huh?"
She uttered a name.
"An old guy whose personality is as stubborn and unpleasant as a rock in a latrine."
A faint smile appeared on Qian Daobai's lips.
"But his medicine is the best in the entire continent."
"The Martial Soul Empire is newly established and in dire need of reconstruction. In future wars, elixirs will be an indispensable part of military equipment. The Breaking Clan must have them in their hands."
Will he submit?
Qian Renxue asked.
"He will."
Qian Daobai's tone was as if he were stating an irrefutable fact.
"Let's go and meet this old friend."
As soon as they finished speaking, the father and daughter disappeared into the temple.
Ning Rongrong was left alone, kneeling in the center of the empty hall, engaged in a life-or-death struggle with that wisp of divine power.
...
Three hundred miles south of Tiandou City.
There is a valley that is shrouded in medicinal mist all year round.
If an ordinary person were to get close, they would be corroded by the various toxic fumes in the air within a hundred steps. At best, they would fall into a coma; at worst, they would turn into a puddle of pus.
This is the residence of the Broken Clan.
At the entrance to the valley, two men dressed in gray outfits stood guard, holding long guns.
Their eyes all carried a sense of arrogance and sharpness.
(End of chapter)