"Great-grandfather!"
Tang San's face showed indignation, his body trembling slightly, and his hands involuntarily clenched tightly.
"How dare Qian Renxue do this? I, Tang San, swear here today: if I do not kill you, I swear I will not be human."
Others could not sense it, but Tang San was a God King, a former dual-god-position God King.
The aura of Tang Chen's Asura God trial had some resonance.
Tang San vaguely detected that Tang Chen had fallen, killed in battle before death by someone—not Dugu Yan, but someone carrying extreme malice toward Asura divine power, the holy power of the angel.
Only the inheritor of the Angel God's trial, Qian Renxue, could possess such pure holy aura.
His great-grandfather, the invincible on land Tang Chen, had very likely encountered Qian Renxue while retreating.
The information transmitted through bloodline and Asura aura before death showed he was killed by someone with holy energy. This aura fluctuation was quite familiar to Tang San—it had to be Qian Renxue, the one who had severed his left arm.
Hearing from Tang San's mouth that Tang Chen had fallen, Bo Saixi's figure suddenly trembled.
An expression of disbelief appeared on her face.
She bit her white teeth for a long time before suppressing the anger.
Bo Saixi ultimately had the bearing of a high priest. She quickly adjusted her mindset. Now she had only one goal: help Tang San become a god, then take revenge.
"Tang San, shall we go find the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King next?" Bo Saixi turned her head to look at Tang San.
Tang San's expression slightly tightened, then he shook his head. "Not for now. Dugu Yan's poison is extremely strange. We need to detoxify first. The eighth trial isn't urgent. We can forget about the Demon Empress's soul ring—I have a better idea."
"As far as I know, on the other side of the sea there is a vast continent."
"There is a mental-attribute soul beast over seven hundred thousand years old there. While flying over, we can also clear the toxins from our bodies. Arriving there would be just right."
Soul beasts in the sea are harder to kill. The Deep Sea Demonic Whale King and the Demon Empress are usually together like a pair of adulterers. If something goes wrong, they sink to the seabed like slippery loaches.
Moreover, for himself, the Demon Empress's soul ring wasn't the best choice.
Previously he thought soul rings here didn't matter much anyway—since he was a God King, after reaching god level he could just wash them anew. But in the current situation, compared to two deep-sea soul beasts comparable to Limit Douluo, it was better to secure the eighth soul ring first.
As for whether the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King would die, the possibility wasn't high.
After all, they had already colluded with Heaven Dou and the Spirit Hall, which meant the other side wouldn't drain the pond to catch the fish.
"Seven hundred thousand years..." Bo Saixi was stunned upon hearing this but didn't ask how Tang San knew about the other continent. Everyone had secrets, and Bo Saixi no longer cared.
"That's right. That soul beast would be of greater use to me than the Demon Empress. With my and Senior's speed, going there and returning won't take long."
"But what about the Haotian Sect and the Star Luo Empire? And the Tang Sect?"
"We'll detour later to find Zhu Zhuqing and have her send people to notify the Tang Sect and Haotian Sect to hide first." Tang San made a decisive cut like a warrior severing his wrist. "If it really comes to it, just give the Douluo Continent to them."
"To keep the land but lose the people is to lose both land and people."
"What the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan and Spirit Hall owe us—I will one day take it back double!"
"Good, we'll do as you say."
Bo Saixi did not object. Since Tang San had his own ideas, she would follow him.
Her only purpose in this life was to avenge Tang Chen. If Tang San became a god, perhaps he could even revive Tang Chen. With Tang San, this mature young man, in charge, it wasn't something difficult to achieve.
...
Time passed without anyone knowing how long. They only knew that from when Ning Rongrong entered closed-door cultivation in the Demonic Whale sea region until now, it had been roughly about two years—or perhaps a bit longer, like a whole kun year.
"Ah hahahahaha~"
A clear voice echoed through the ocean.
"Breakthrough stabilized—I'm back, Ning Rongrong! Ah hahahahaha."
The pinnacle three realms: Power, Skill, Heart.
This floor-tile continent of Douluo was now something she feared no more.
She had finally shed the weakness of an auxiliary soul master—delicate body easily toppled.
This world would now be her nursery.
Her closed eyes slowly opened. The pitch-black gaze seemed capable of seeing through everything.
"Hah—"
A light shout.
In an instant, a "domain of nothingness" appeared in the half-foot radius around her position.
It was as if, at the bottom of the deep ocean, a small air bubble had formed—and inside that bubble was Ning Rongrong.
This bubble hovered in the water. No matter how the seawater poured in, it could not erase the bubble.
"A domain formed by zhenqi—even just a thought can isolate all external things around me?"
Before, she had still needed to use fist wind to clear a clean space in the high-pressure depths of the ocean.
Now, with just a thought, she could form an absolute domain around herself.
"Finally, no one can pierce me without me knowing... ah, ptoo ptoo."
What kind of description was that?
It should be: no matter when, no one will ever be able to pierce her.
Cells, blood, bones, hair—even genes—had all been further reshaped.
She had now barely crossed the threshold of the "human" level.
"Hoo—"
Ning Rongrong lightly exhaled a breath of turbid air.
She didn't know how much time had passed or whether it had exceeded the limit.
Because her realm hadn't been stable before, Ning Rongrong had spent a little extra time.
There shouldn't be any accidents. If there were, the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King or Xue Di would have come to find her.
Since neither had come, it was probably still within the time frame.
"Oh? The whole Deep Sea Demonic Whale King family is here?"
Under the trend of advancing from human to non-human, Ning Rongrong's perception ability had been greatly enhanced.
In this Demonic Whale sea region, the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King's position was completely exposed with nowhere to hide.
"Mm, let's go take a look and ask a few things while we're at it."
She had disturbed them for so long—it felt a bit embarrassing.
"Crack, crack—"
The space behind her began to peel away, like stripping an eggshell, forming a spatial rift the size of Ning Rongrong and the gods.
Without hesitation, Ning Rongrong slowly stepped back into it.
Demonic Whale sea region, the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King's residence.
In this vast sea area, only these three could live so leisurely.
A magnificent and luxurious palace.
Inside, three figures in human form sat upright, seemingly discussing something.
"Husband, shouldn't we go wake Ning Rongrong?" The Demon Empress's tone carried worry.
"Can't do it." The Deep Sea Demonic Whale King shook his head and sighed. "Starting a few months ago, I couldn't even approach that place from close range."
It was hard to believe when said aloud—as the ruler of the Demonic Whale sea region,
one day he would be unable to enter a certain area of his own domain.
The closer to the central zone, the aura diffusing from inside—even for the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King with ninety-nine-thousand-year cultivation—made breathing difficult. He even felt a pressure hundreds of times stronger than deep-water pressure, as if his soul power had stagnated.
"Sigh..." The Demon Empress also knew about this and couldn't help sighing. "What about Xue Di's side? When she came last time, she seemed very anxious too."
"If it really comes to it, I'll go take a look. Anyway, staying home with nothing to do isn't helpful."
Cultivation, cultivation—as a soul beast, it wasn't something that could go from pseudo-demigod to quasi-god in mere decades or a hundred years.
Not everyone cultivated as easily as humans.
(End of chapter)