Dark cloud layers covered the sky. The entire sky seemed pressed low by heavy gray fabric, as if it could fall to the ground at any moment.
A stifling aura filled the air. Thunder roared deafeningly, rolling like the bellows of ten thousand ferocious beasts charging.
Feeling the oppressive might of heaven and earth, Ning Rongrong couldn't help but swallow hard:
"This damn thing—forget a mere hunter god official without a divine seat—even a third-level god would perish on the spot. And this is just the beginning."
Ning Rongrong gritted her teeth.
Go all in—one gamble could turn a bicycle into a motorcycle.
Her palm gently lifted. Dots of radiance gathered in her hand, and the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda appeared.
Under the influence of this heavenly might, Ning Rongrong felt like a lone boat in the vast sea. The ceaselessly surging waves below threatened to capsize her at any second.
"Boom!"
Blue-purple lightning tore through the cloud layer and crashed down. The thick black clouds were pierced, forming a massive hole. In that instant, the dim sky became extremely bright.
"Taiji—Two Extremes give birth to Four Images—Four Images give birth to the Eight Trigrams."
Ning Rongrong placed her index and middle fingers in front of her chest, forming several controlling seals.
The giant Eight Trigrams formation patterns suspended above the sea surface emitted a soft trembling sound. Black and white light burst from the formation's barriers, absorbing the falling thunder tribulation.
"Phew! It really works." Ning Rongrong let out a sigh of relief.
All things mutually generate and overcome. Thunder tribulation and heavenly punishment are also a kind of natural force, merely guided down by the Dragon God's rules.
"In that case, let's see how long you can keep striking."
Ning Rongrong no longer acted cautiously. She deeply connected herself with the constructed Taiji domain.
This formation itself was something Ning Rongrong had built using zhenqi and the elemental force of this world.
Zhenqi repels soul power, but that doesn't mean it repels the heaven-and-earth qi of this place.
With Ning Rongrong's intervention, the core of the Taiji domain came completely under her control. The massive formation expanded outward—across the Demonic Whale Sea Domain and even farther.
The thunderclouds in the sky seemed provoked. Countless bolts of lightning crashed down furiously.
Crackling sounds echoed between heaven and earth.
The entire Demonic Whale Sea Domain was covered by dense thunderbolts.
Seawater boiled, bubbling up and steaming with layers of hot vapor.
Even soul beasts in the sea—ten-thousand-year ones included—trembled uncontrollably when they sensed the thunderstorm over the Demonic Whale Sea Domain.
"This Deep Sea Demonic Whale King… it couldn't be that his naturally violent nature finally brought retribution, right?" A ten-thousand-year water-snake-type soul beast stared through its narrow snake pupils at the blinding light falling over the Demonic Whale Sea Domain, never having felt so insignificant.
It wasn't just soul beasts who thought this way—humans felt the same.
Vast Sea City.
Nine Treasure Chamber of Commerce
Two Soul Douluo were currently in charge. All Title Douluo had already been recalled to the sect.
At this moment, the two stood at the edge of the dock, gazing at the faintly flashing light on the horizon. A thin layer of cold sweat seeped onto their foreheads.
"Use the soul guidance device to notify the sect master. This situation is beyond what we can handle."
"Yeah, yeah! I remember that direction is toward the Demonic Whale Sea Domain."
The two Soul Douluo discussed how to report the matter.
As for going to investigate—the oppressive aura radiating from that power was something even ordinary Title Douluo wouldn't dare approach, let alone on the open sea.
The oppressive thunderstorm lasted nearly half a day before it finally showed signs of weakening.
Inside the Demonic Whale Sea Domain.
Ning Rongrong's hair was disheveled, and even her clothes were somewhat tattered.
"Strike, strike, strike—I dare you to keep acting tough. Why'd you stop?" Ning Rongrong patted the dust off herself, directly applied healing to herself, and used time regression to return to peak condition.
If it weren't for having reached the Extreme of Power and the Extreme of Heart in the supreme realms—making her body and soul extremely resilient—
She probably would have been plowed through body and mind, possibly breaking down completely.
Ning Rongrong looked up at the sky. The originally oppressive black cloud layer now seemed to have run out of steam.
Clearly, it had overexerted itself for half a day.
Overdone it—nothing left in the tank.
By continuously refining the fallen thunder tribulation, the immense energy contained within the Taiji formation patterns had strengthened it countless times over.
The range Ning Rongrong could perceive through the Taiji formation now covered the entire ocean. In other words, after that ferocious round of crackling and booming, who knew how much it had been overcharged.
She could even faintly sense the position of the Sun Moon Continent.
"Hm?"
Ning Rongrong's delicate brows furrowed slightly. She couldn't help but look downward.
The Glazed Holy Sword that had originally been lodged in Lan Fozi's chest had now become part of the Taiji formation.
Lan Fozi's spiritual body had become faint and indistinct. Condensing a body would probably take quite a long time.
"Let me help you."
Ning Rongrong flicked her wrist lightly. The entire formation emitted light. Purified water, filtered by the formation, continuously flowed toward Lan Fozi's position.
In the blink of an eye, it engulfed Lan Fozi.
One minute, two minutes…
An unknown amount of time passed.
The seawater seemed to shift from formless to tangible, gradually gathering into the outline of a body. Starting from faint fluctuations, Lan Fozi's body began to manifest, slowly solidifying and taking shape.
The seawater moved as if it had gained life, swirling and spiraling around her.
Accompanied by a terrifying wave of divine power.
Lan Fozi's body reappeared in the sky once more.
She wore a water-blue long skirt, its hem as light and flowing as surging waves.
Her hair was a deep blue, carrying the vastness and profundity of the ocean. Her entire presence gave an extremely ethereal feeling, as though she had merged completely with the surrounding environment.
"Just the final step left, but it's pretty much done."
"However…"
Ning Rongrong looked up toward the high sky.
A pressure comparable to that of a first-level god began descending toward the sea.
The cloud layer, which should have had almost no power left, surprisingly began gathering momentum again.
"This is probably the last wave."
Ning Rongrong gazed indifferently at the sky. A clear sword chime rang out from the Glazed Holy Sword within the formation.
"Although I'm still far from the true Extreme of Qi and need time to settle it…"
"But… I've already touched the threshold."
"With the entire formation assisting, I might actually be able to bring it out."
As she spoke, the rotation of the Taiji domain suspended above the sea slowed down.
At the same time, behind Ning Rongrong appeared a clock identical to Tokisaki Kurumi's Zafkiel.
The pressure drawn by the formation caused the seawater within the domain to surge violently.
Lan Fozi's eyelids twitched slightly, as if disturbed. She slowly opened her eyes. Before she could even be surprised by her own strength, she sensed the heart-palpitating aura coming from the sky.
"This is… Rongrong?"
She's this strong?
Although Lan Fozi didn't know exactly what her current strength was, it definitely wasn't that of a Limit Douluo.
Yet compared to Ning Rongrong's current aura, she still felt extremely weak.
Even the pressure descending from the sky made Lan Fozi's heart palpitate.
"She's helping you resist the divine punishment."
Beside Lan Fozi, strands of light gathered and formed the figure of a middle-aged man.
"Helping me?" Lan Fozi honestly didn't quite understand her father's words.
"Soul beasts cannot become gods." After Lan Fozi spoke, the Demon Empress's figure also appeared on her left side. Both were in a special soul state.
"She must have anticipated this—predicted what would happen after you condensed your divine seat." The Deep Sea Demonic Whale King said with a sigh.
Xue Di had already become a god in a similar situation.
Clearly, Ning Rongrong had experience in this area.
"Nonsense!"
If Ning Rongrong knew what the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King family was chatting about, she would definitely spit a mouthful of saltwater at them.
Xue Di clearly succeeded in one smooth go! Forget thunder tribulation—she didn't even get so much as a lightning-struck tree.
The difference was that Xue Di inherited the Ice God's divine seat, while Lan Fozi was condensing a new god position—and as a soul beast doing so through a loophole. Although it wouldn't trigger the strongest thunder tribulation, it was already terrifying enough.
This was not something an ordinary soul beast could endure.
Perhaps the Silver Dragon King Gu Yuena could help Di Tian achieve it, but even the Silver Dragon King herself was an unregistered black account in the Divine Realm. Moreover, condensing a divine seat didn't just involve soul shackles—it also involved bodily shackles.
Even with Lan Fozi's loophole, she still had to collapse her own body first.
(End of chapter)