"Become a god?" Ning Rongrong burst out laughing. "Qian Renxue, are you still half-asleep?"
"That area is the Demonic Whale Sea Domain. Who would dare linger there? The Deep Sea Demonic Whale King and his family devour people without even spitting out the bones."
"Demonic Whale Sea Domain…" Qian Renxue's eyelid twitched upon hearing that.
You, the person who went into secluded cultivation in the Demonic Whale Sea Domain for two and a half years, have the nerve to say such things?
"Could it be that something happened to the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King or the Demon Empress?" Qian Renxue asked directly. Even when tracing back through faith, she could only sense that something major had occurred in the sea beyond Vast Sea City—even thunder tribulation comparable to a soul beast undergoing tribulation had fallen. But for humans, no matter how they cultivated, it was impossible for thunder tribulation to appear, right?
"You guessed right. Both of them fell."
"What!" Qian Renxue's expression changed. "Who did it? Tang San?"
It wasn't surprising that Qian Renxue thought this way. Ning Rongrong had some connection with the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King's family. Even with her strength, given Ning Rongrong's personality, she wouldn't go hunting the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King.
As for Spirit Hall, there was even less need to mention it—they had already allied with soul beasts. If they truly needed soul rings, they could have soul beasts offer sacrifices, then revive them after the revolution succeeded.
Of course, this was limited to only a few high-level members. The two sides were cooperating—not raising soul beasts like livestock.
So the only one who could kill the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King along with the Demon Empress at a time like this was Tang San, who had come back from the future. His twin martial souls lacked soul rings, yet his strength was overwhelmingly powerful.
"Mm, it was him." Ning Rongrong nodded. "Lan Fozi asked me to help, but I arrived a bit late. By the time I got there, her parents had already been killed."
"Then did you see Tang San?"
Qian Renxue frowned slightly, a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. "Earlier, in a vague sense, I felt that Tang San had fallen."
"As expected, you could sense it!" Ning Rongrong chuckled mischievously.
Qian Renxue was momentarily stunned before speaking: "After I absorbed the Angel fragments, now I can faintly sense the other party's existence—like some kind of destined rival."
Qian Renxue recalled the location of Giant Sword Mountain in Spirit Hall—the massive mountain range formed by the Angel Holy Sword left behind by the primordial Angel God.
"Your mysterious intuition wasn't wrong. I killed Tang San, but I'm not sure if he truly died."
"What do you mean?" Qian Renxue asked in confusion.
Qian Renxue wasn't surprised at all that Ning Rongrong could kill Tang San.
Forget the current Ning Rongrong—even years ago she already possessed strength comparable to the divine realm, and she had even killed a true second-level god, Hypnos.
"I didn't see the Asura God Sword." Ning Rongrong furrowed her brows.
During the battle with Tang San, Tang San had never used the Asura God's weapon. Even after his fall, when she used his soul to forge the Glazed Holy Sword—and even fused the Sea God's Trident into it—she still couldn't find any trace of the Asura God Sword.
Tang San might have some backup plan, or perhaps the Asura God behind him could contact him and make some special preparations. One should never underestimate a Rank 150 god king.
They were capable of deducing the future. It might not be completely accurate, but they could still glimpse fragments.
With the examples of the Kindness God King and the Evil God King, who could guarantee the Asura God wouldn't do something like this?
Hypnos had been gone for so long, and now the Sea God Bo Saixi was gone too.
If the Asura God truly wanted to spy on the lower realm, it wasn't impossible—he just needed a medium.
For example, the Evil God King had borrowed the Evil God Pearl, and the Kindness God King had borrowed the Ice Palace.
As long as there was something connected to him, real-time communication might be possible.
The Asura God Sword—even if this particular Asura God Sword wasn't the current super divine tool in the Asura God's hands, it was still related to the Asura God. It had even been left in the Killing City for who knows how long.
"So, Ning Rongrong, what do you need me to do?" Seeing that Ning Rongrong had been silent for a while, Qian Renxue asked again.
"The Angel God and the Asura God are destined rivals. Since you can faintly sense Tang San, can you sense the location of the Asura God Sword?"
If the Asura God Sword couldn't be found, it might ultimately become a problem.
"This…" Qian Renxue's eye twitched slightly. "Ning Rongrong, on what basis do you think I can sense the Asura God Sword?"
"You need to understand one thing: the Angel God is the Angel God. I am me. I am Qian Renxue."
The Angel God and Asura God were destined rivals before becoming gods—I'm not.
"If we're talking about my destined rival, it's only the inheritor of the Asura God's divine trial, Tang San."
"Moreover, the Asura God is a god king. How could I possibly confirm the whereabouts of the Asura God Sword?"
This Ning Rongrong was really forcing people beyond their limits.
Did she really think her six-winged angel martial soul was some kind of detection radar martial soul?
With one "swoosh," it could lock onto a target's position and be used to guide armies?
"What a pity. I thought that as the former destined rival of the Asura God King, and having inherited the Angel God fragments along with part of the memories, Miss Qian Renxue would know something about the Asura God's situation."
Ning Rongrong spread her hands and sighed helplessly: "Looks like it's useless after all!"
Qian Renxue's delicate brows twitched: "Ning Rongrong, are you trying to pick a fight?"
"I just broke through in cultivation, and my hands are a bit itchy. I can't possibly go find my elders to spar with…"
"Don't look at me. I'm not your opponent." Qian Renxue very straightforwardly admitted defeat, speaking so quickly it was as if she felt no pressure at all.
"Forget it." Ning Rongrong shrugged. "I'll just tell you what happened at sea. You'll find out eventually anyway."
"Lan Fozi became a god."
"What?!"
Qian Renxue's voice caught for a moment. "Who did you say became a god?"
Qian Renxue thought she had misheard.
Lan Fozi, who had just crossed one thunder tribulation, ascended in one step?
What kind of ridiculous operation was this?
"It's Lan Fozi. I used the rules and soul power contained within the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King and the Demon Empress to push Lan Fozi to Rank 100 and become a god."
"The heavenly punishment that previously spread across the entire ocean—that was the Dragon God's rules."
"The setting that soul beasts cannot become gods—I only managed it by exploiting a loophole."
"Soul beasts becoming gods!" Qian Renxue's face showed considerable shock. This time she was certain she hadn't misheard. "Even something Gu Yuena couldn't accomplish, and you…"
Xue Di didn't count—Xue Di had directly inherited the Ice God's power and divine seat, just like how Gu Yuena had split off as a first-level god from the start.
"Don't even think about it. It's not something that can be replicated." Ning Rongrong saw through Qian Renxue's thoughts. "Both the body and soul of soul beasts carry the shackles set by the Dragon God."
"Only by simultaneously shattering both body and soul, then regathering them, is it possible to冲击 the divine realm."
"Lan Fozi herself is now no longer part of the Deep Sea Demonic Whale clan. Honestly, Lan Fozi devoured everything—including, the Demon Empress, and the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King—to gain the ability to impact godhood and condense a divine seat." "Let alone an ordinary hundred-thousand-year soul beast—even Di Tian couldn't do it."
"Shattering and regathering both body and soul shackles at the same time."
Qian Renxue truly didn't know how Lan Fozi had endured it. The body shattered, the soul torn apart and reassembled—what kind of pain tolerance was required to achieve that?
"The probability can't be high, right?" Qian Renxue's tone carried a hint of urgency.
"About sixty to seventy percent, but only when the three share a blood connection."
"For any other soul beast, it would be extremely difficult. Lan Fozi's soul reconstruction had the Demon Empress and Deep Sea Demonic Whale King leading it."
"Wait—didn't the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King and the Demon Empress die?" Qian Renxue was stunned and astonished.
(End of chapter)