Douluo Continent.
Under the sky.
Countless Soul Masters watched this scene with intense envy, jealousy, and hatred in their eyes.
"My goodness! Ning Rongrong is so lucky!"
"Just a moment ago they were acting like they were going to die, and now they've caught the eye of the Celestial King?"
"I want to go to the Immortal Realm too! Immortal King, look at me, my legs are even longer than Ning Rongrong's!"
A group of female Soul Masters were there, pounding their chests and stamping their feet in frustration.
Even many male Soul Masters felt envious.
Although no one knows what going to the Immortal Realm means, even a fool knows that it is an absolutely tremendous opportunity.
Inside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
Ning Fengzhi, who had been on tenterhooks, let out a long sigh and slumped into his chair.
The clothes on his back were already soaked with cold sweat.
"Okay...okay..."
"As long as you're alive, that's enough."
Ning Fengzhi looked at his daughter in the picture, who was swooning over Li Changqing, and a helpless bitter smile appeared on his face.
No one knows a daughter better than her father.
Rongrong's eyes clearly showed that she had fallen in love.
but.
Ning Fengzhi did not find anything wrong with it.
Even deep down, there was a faint, hidden hope.
If Rongrong could truly win the favor of this Azure Emperor...
Wouldn't the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School then be able to do whatever it wants in the Douluo Continent?
No.
He can roam freely throughout all the heavens and myriad realms!
"Rongrong, you must seize this opportunity!"
"Even if we can't be Daoist partners, it would still be a great honor for our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School to be a maidservant."
Sword Douluo Chen Xin was also filled with emotion.
That's fate.
...
In the picture.
Li Changqing didn't say anything more.
With a flick of his sleeve, the Chaos Green Lotus beneath his feet shone brightly, transforming into a long green rainbow that instantly pierced through the sky of Qingwei Heaven.
Only the Taoist disciples remained kneeling on the ground, their eyes filled with fervor and envy.
"That's the road to the Immortal Realm..."
The old Taoist priest gazed at the sky, his cloudy old eyes filled with longing.
...
Immortal Realm.
Changqing Immortal Palace.
When Ning Rongrong finally set foot on this land, she understood what it meant to be a frog in a well.
While watching it from the sky was breathtaking, it was nowhere near as immersive as experiencing it in person.
Every inch of the land beneath your feet is imbued with a rich, ethereal aura.
Above the distant, floating sacred mountain, the mythical beast Qilin strolls among the clouds, while a true dragon frolics among the waterfalls.
Even a random roadside weed exudes a life force more terrifying than the ancient herb she treasures at home.
"Is this... the Immortal Realm?"
Ning Rongrong felt her soul power cheering with every breath she took.
Li Changqing stood with his hands behind his back on the edge of a suspended island.
Below, the sea of clouds surges and rolls, creating a magnificent and boundless scene.
Ning Rongrong cautiously walked behind him, twisting the hem of her clothes with both hands, feeling uneasy.
She looked down at herself.
Although she is known as the Little Witch in Douluo Continent, her appearance is absolutely stunning.
But here.
In front of Qian Renxue, who was already waiting in the palace, her pride was instantly shattered.
Not to mention this high and mighty Celestial King.
"Lord Immortal King..."
Ning Rongrong mustered her courage and asked in a low voice.
"Um... I wonder what Rongrong can do for you?"
She was daydreaming.
Perhaps it's serving tea and water?
Or should we grind ink and lay out paper?
Even... if the Celestial King had such a need, it wouldn't be impossible for me to...
Thinking of this, Ning Rongrong's face turned even redder, all the way to her ears.
Li Changqing turned around and glanced at her calmly.
"Although I repelled their previous attempts to probe from another region, they will not give up easily."
"I need to go into seclusion to deduce the cause and effect."
At this point, Li Changqing pointed to several side halls in the distance.
"The temple is short of someone to clean and sweep."
"From this day forward, you will be a menial disciple, responsible for sweeping fallen leaves and wiping away dust."
The words fell.
Ning Rongrong's blushing expression froze instantly.
Instead, there was bewilderment.
"ah?"
"Miscellaneous...servants?"
She is the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and the future successor to the sect leader.
I have traveled a long way to the Immortal Realm.
Are you here just to sweep the floor?
Ning Rongrong's lips twitched slightly, and the idyllic fantasy in her heart shattered instantly.
But looking at Li Changqing's unquestionable expression...
She could only lower her head in humiliation and reply softly:
"Yes... Your disciple obeys."
Viewers of Douluo Continent almost burst out laughing when they saw this scene.
"Hahaha! That's hilarious!"
"I thought I was going to be a rich housewife, but I ended up being a cleaning lady?"
"Isn't this Celestial King incredibly insensitive to women? Such a beautiful woman, and he actually makes her sweep the floor?"
However, many more people were simply jealous.
"What's wrong with sweeping? I'd be willing to pay to sweep there!"
"Exactly, even the dust there is probably more valuable than our soul tools."
...
Just as Li Changqing was arranging for Ning Rongrong to sweep the floor.
The other side of the sea.
Foreign land.
This is a world shrouded in darkness year-round.
Black mist churned between heaven and earth, filled with ominousness and eeriness.
Inside a magnificent black temple, so grand it could crush eternity.
Several imposing figures sat cross-legged in the void, their bodies swirling with chaotic energy, obscuring their true forms.
That is a king from another land.
The Immortal King.
"King of Gold".
A deep voice echoed in the hall, making the void tremble.
"How many of Li Changqing's tricks did you force out during this test?"
In the center of the main hall.
The once arrogant King Jin, who was invincible in Qingwei Heaven, was now sitting cross-legged on a stone chair, his aura somewhat weak.
That is a sign that the source has been damaged.
Upon hearing the question, a bitter expression appeared on King Jin's usually dignified face.
"No."
King Jin shook his head.
"What's the meaning?"
The voice sounded somewhat puzzled.
King Jin took a deep breath, seemingly recalling the horror of that battle.
"I couldn't even see how he made his move."
"Just one finger."
"My true form, along with the Imperial Weapon and Crown, shattered together."
Dead silence.
A brief, deathly silence fell over the hall.
The auras of the terrifying figures around them fluctuated momentarily.
"Instant kill?"
"Although it's just a projection, it still contains a wisp of your true king essence, further enhanced by the imperial weapon..."
"That Li Changqing has become so powerful?"
The kings were alarmed.
They had estimated Li Changqing's strength, but they didn't expect the gap to be so large.
Just then.
A burst of wild laughter suddenly came from deep within the main hall.
"Hahaha!"
"It's merely relying on the suppression of the Heavenly Dao of this realm!"
Laughter followed.
An ancient chariot slowly drove out.
On the chariot, a figure holding a golden spear and carrying the Heavenly Abyss on his back stood proudly.
The aura emanating from him was more violent and domineering than that of all the kings present.
Anlan.
Anlan, the immortal king of another realm.
His gaze was disdainful, and even when Li Changqing was mentioned, there was not a trace of fear in his eyes.
"A mere newly promoted Immortal King, what is there to mention?"
"When the Heavenly Abyss collapses, the barrier between the two realms will dissipate."
"I will cross the Boundary Sea, personally sever his head, and raze the Evergreen Immortal Palace to the ground!"
(End of chapter)