Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.
At the training grounds, Ning Fengzhi, wielder of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, paced back and forth.
His face was etched with worry.
As the sect master of the wealthiest clan, he had never felt so powerless.
Indeed, before gods, what difference was there between ordinary people and Title Douluo?
"Rongrong, please don't let anything happen to you!"
At the training grounds, only trusted members were gathered.
Dugu Bo, Dugu Yan, Shui Cangyue, Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo, and the sect master Ning Fengzhi—these were the core of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.
The massive spatial rift in the sky had long closed, but everyone's emotions remained restless.
"Boom—"
A loud explosion.
Everyone jolted in shock.
In the open area of the training grounds, space peeled away like eggshells, layer by layer.
A space-time rift appeared, and a familiar figure stumbled out.
The moment she emerged, an overwhelmingly terrifying pressure filled the air.
"Rong… Rongrong?"
Ning Fengzhi, bearing the immense pressure, noticed the girl's faintly flickering pupils, as if time and space themselves were trembling.
Before anyone could react, Ning Rongrong tossed a soul bone onto the ground.
"Don't resist!"
Ning Rongrong raised her gun, aiming at Ning Fengzhi's forehead.
"Bang—"
Ning Fengzhi's body stiffened instantly, a faint red glow emanating from him as the bullet entered his forehead and vanished.
"You can decide what to do with the soul bone. The rest, Father will tell you when he wakes."
"I'm going to seclude myself at the bottom of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well. Don't disturb me unless it's urgent."
With that, she transformed into a streak of light, moving at a speed far beyond a Limit Douluo, and left.
The members of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan exchanged glances. It wasn't until long after Ning Rongrong's departure that they snapped out of it.
Ning Fengzhi lay on the ground, "sleeping" as if knocked out, his body radiating a blood-red glow. Right now, he'd definitely answer no questions.
Dugu Bo swallowed hard, uncertain. "That was Rongrong, right?"
"Yes… it was!" Sword Douluo gazed at the distant horizon. "Two and a half years ago, she used that fusion technique against Qian Daoliu."
"Let's wait for Fengzhi to wake up!"
Looking at the "sleeping" Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo crouched and picked up the soul bone from the ground.
"Hiss—an 80,000-year soul bone." Sword Douluo gasped.
Sure, they had 100,000-year soul bones.
But for Ning Rongrong to bring back an 80,000-year soul bone from a single trip was terrifying.
Ten minutes passed.
Ning Fengzhi slowly woke, his face a mix of complex emotions.
However, the curious gazes around him startled the freshly "rebooted" Ning Fengzhi.
Still, as sect master, he quickly gathered his thoughts.
"To the hall first."
"I'll explain later, but this matter is extremely dangerous."
"Everyone, including me, must swear on our martial souls!"
Seeing Ning Fengzhi's grave expression, everyone grew solemn.
Soon, the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan's council hall was filled with those from the training grounds—the clan's trusted allies, or rather, Ning Rongrong's "own people."
Ning Fengzhi took a small sip of tea from the table.
Exhaling, he set the cup down.
"Rongrong just told me everything that happened."
"Though everyone has sworn, the matters involved are far too terrifying, especially since they involve gods."
"If you feel it's unnecessary, you don't have to listen. Just walk out the door."
Everyone exchanged glances.
Not one left.
Ning Fengzhi steadied himself and said:
"Just now, at a location far from our Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, a divine battle took place."
"Gods…"
Except for Ning Fengzhi, everyone's pupils contracted sharply.
Though some, like Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, had suspected this wasn't the power of a Title Douluo, the confirmation was still shocking.
"That's right." Ning Fengzhi sighed. "The combatants were the true ruler of Star Dou Forest, Gu Yuena, and Hypnos, the Slaughter God, a second-level god under the Asura God."
"The outcome was that Gu Yuena defeated Hypnos."
"And Rongrong, likely inspired by observing their battle, went into seclusion."
Ning Fengzhi omitted many details, especially about the Silver Dragon King, Gu Yuena.
He only mentioned Gu Yuena, not the Silver Dragon King.
The more people knew, the greater the danger.
"Here is an 80,000-year right arm soul bone."
"It's of the thunder and power type." Ning Fengzhi placed the soul bone on the table.
"Rongrong said she hopes it goes to Sword Douluo, as it might help him approach Limit Douluo."
"But she left the decision to me."
"What do you think?" Ning Fengzhi looked at everyone.
The group exchanged glances.
Since Ning Rongrong had suggested Sword Douluo, who would object?
Besides, another Limit Douluo for the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan would be excellent.
Though everyone coveted the 80,000-year soul bone, its attributes weren't quite suitable, and with Ning Rongrong's prior statement, no one spoke up.
Thus, the soul bone was assigned to Sword Douluo.
Night gradually fell.
In the room, only Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo, and Ning Fengzhi remained.
Compared to Dugu Bo, Shui Cangyue, and others, Ning Fengzhi trusted his personal guards the most.
Ning Rongrong had said it was up to Ning Fengzhi to decide how much to tell others.
But Ning Fengzhi hesitated, revealing only part of it.
However, before Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, he shared everything.
After hearing Ning Rongrong's tumultuous day, Bone Douluo sighed: "Killing a second-level god alongside the Silver Dragon King—though we can say we weren't involved, there's still danger."
After all, the final blow to Hypnos was delivered by the Silver Dragon King.
What did it have to do with Ning Rongrong?
But the subordinates of a God King…
The thought made Bone Douluo's scalp tingle.
"Rongrong likely gained a lot from it, perhaps preparing you for a breakthrough to godhood," Bone Douluo said.
"Given Rongrong's personality, that's quite possible," Sword Douluo sighed softly.
Thinking of Ning Rongrong's tendency to plan ahead.
"But Tang Chen of the Clear Sky Clan is heavily injured, and Tang Xiao is dead!"
"This…" Sword Douluo thought of the soul bone in his right arm. "Indeed, even Title Douluo can't be careless. They were still coveting Bi Ji."
Who wouldn't covet her?
If Ning Rongrong hadn't firmly said not to target soul beasts over 100,000 years in Star Dou Forest, they'd have been tempted by Bi Ji too.
"That's the gist of it," Ning Fengzhi said, pausing briefly. "Regarding the soul core cultivation method Rongrong mentioned, you can try it, but be careful."
"Got it. Bone and I will be cautious," Sword Douluo nodded.
Bone Douluo didn't speak, clearly agreeing with Sword Douluo.
…
God Realm.
The empty God Realm was left with only third-level gods and divine officers working diligently.
In a grand hall sealed by God Kings' restrictions, a woman with a sinister appearance stood at the entrance.
"What do you want, Rakshasa?"
"Nothing, just checking on the mighty Sea God, locked in confinement, unable to come out, throwing tantrums and crying. Boo-hoo, so pitiful."
Poseidon: "You're insane!"
"I've passed down my divine position, and I'm leaving," Rakshasa God said. "Before I go, I'll tell you something. Pass it on to Asura when he returns."
"Hypnos seems to have fought someone. The outcome is unknown."
Before Poseidon could respond, Rakshasa God continued: "None of this concerns me anymore. I don't owe Asura anything either. But you, even with this information, can't do much now."
"Well, bye."
With that, Rakshasa God stepped out of the restricted hall.
From now on, I, Rakshasa, am free to soar, no longer bound by the God Realm.
No more dealing with Asura God's sour face!
"Zhu Zhuqing, how far you go depends on you."
"An emotionless Rakshasa is the best Rakshasa God!"