Chapter 130 Ning Rongrong
The icy white pillar of light in the far north had not yet completely dissipated, and the terrifying pressure that had caused the continent's temperature to plummet and souls to freeze still echoed between heaven and earth, like an invisible hand of frost, gripping the throats of all living beings.
The shock brought by the Snow Empress's ascension to the list far exceeded anything before—not because of the destructive power she displayed, but because of the significance she represented.
Innate beings, the bloodline of the Ice God, the successor to the divine throne… these terms were merely vague legends in ancient texts, yet now they had truly descended upon the world.
After a brief moment of silence, the various forces on the continent fell into a deeper level of panic and calculation.
Deep within the Heavenly Dou Imperial Palace, Emperor Xue Ye slumped on his jewel-encrusted throne, the calming medicine offered by a servant spilled on the ground.
His eyes were vacant as he stared at the remaining icy white afterglow on the northern horizon, his lips trembling uncontrollably.
"Descendant of the gods… the legacy of the Ice God… my empire… my land…"
His words were broken, almost manic.
The old eunuch knelt beside him, not daring to speak, only quietly signaling the imperial physician to prepare sedative medicine.
In the Star Luo Imperial Palace, Dai Tianfeng stood on the observatory, the cold wind ruffling his imperial robes.
Behind him stood three royal retainers, all Super Douluo with soul power exceeding level ninety-five, yet their expressions were equally grave.
"Your Majesty, the Star Luo Empire must make a decision," the eldest retainer said in a deep voice. "Bibi Dong has become a quasi-god, the Snow Empress is a descendant of the Ice God, and Poseidon has crossed the sea... None of these three forces are ones we can contend with."
Dai Tianfeng remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking: "I know. Issue the order to activate 'Project Hidden Dragon,' and secretly relocate all direct descendants of the royal family to isolated islands overseas in batches. The Empire... must prepare for the worst."
The atmosphere in the council hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was oppressive. Ning Fengzhi sat in the main seat, his fingers unconsciously tapping the armrest.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin stood by the window, while Bone Douluo Gu Rong paced anxiously.
"Fengzhi, we must act immediately regarding Rongrong."
Bone Douluo stopped, his tone urgent. "Rongrong's Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's top secret. Now that it's been revealed by the 'Goddess Ranking,' who knows how many covetous eyes it will attract!"
Sword Douluo turned, a glint of sword intent in his eyes: "Old Bone is right. The strategic value of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in a large-scale war is comparable to an army of 100,000."
"Bibi Dong is ambitious and will never allow such a variable to exist."
Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, about to speak—at this moment of extreme oppression, a sixth crack appeared in the sky without warning.
This change came so suddenly that many Soul Masters failed to notice it immediately.
It wasn't because of its grand scale—quite the opposite, the appearance of this crack was almost silent.
It was a gentle light.
Initially, it was just a faint glimmer at the edge of the sky, like the softest glow of dawn.
But the light spread rapidly, not violently tearing apart, but like ink spreading on rice paper, gently yet irresistibly filling the entire field of vision.
Nine colors—the passion of red, the warmth of orange, the brightness of yellow, the vitality of green, the depth of cyan, the tranquility of blue, the mystery of purple, the nobility of gold, and the purity of silver—intertwined and intertwined, blending together yet clearly distinct, painting a magnificent picture on the sky.
This light was not dazzling, but rather gave people a strange sense of peace. Many civilians who had knelt in fear during the previous strange phenomenon now involuntarily raised their heads, staring blankly at the nine-colored sky, their fear quietly soothed by some warm power.
However, the truly strong sensed something amiss immediately.
"This aura…"
On the rooftop of the Pope's Palace in Spirit City, Bibi Dong's dark golden eyes suddenly narrowed, "It's not a combat-type power… it's…"
Her words trailed off as she saw the illusory figure slowly coalescing in the center of the painting.
A tower. A nine-story tower, crystal clear like the finest glass, each floor shimmering with different colors, from the crimson of the bottom floor to the silver-white of the top, distinct yet seamlessly integrated.
The tower stood straight, its apex seemingly piercing the heavens, its base as stable as the earth's foundation.
Countless tiny runes flickered on its surface, each containing the secrets of auxiliary laws such as "amplification," "protection," "purification," and "resonance."
"The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Tower," Bibi Dong uttered slowly, her voice carrying a rare solemnity, "It's actually it..."
As the Pope of the Spirit Hall, she understood the significance of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Tower better than anyone else.
This wasn't a combat spirit, yet it possessed strategic value greater than any combat spirit.
A Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Soul Master who has cultivated to the Title Douluo level is enough to turn the tide of a large-scale war, single-handedly amplifying the entire Soul Master army, giving ordinary soldiers the combat power to contend with low-level Soul Masters.
"This kind of Martial Soul... should have already lost its lineage."
Bibi Dong frowned slightly. "The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's sect masters have only ever reached level seventy-nine, never breaking through to the eighth ring, let alone nine..."
She suddenly thought of something, a cold glint flashing in her eyes: "Unless... it's that girl."
Deep Sea Demon Whale Sea, Endless Abyss.
The Demon Emperor didn't even bother to look up.
"Boring light." She scoffed, continuing to immerse herself in refining the abyssal demonic energy. To her, this kind of non-offensive support-type Martial Soul, no matter how great its potential, was nothing more than a toy for ants.
"True power has always been held only by those strong enough to destroy everything."
On the high seas, at the bow of Poseidon's ship.
The high priestess of the sea god's azure eyes reflected a nine-colored halo, her expression thoughtful.
"The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda… I never imagined I'd still see it in this era," she murmured to herself. "The ancient records of Seagod Island state that ten thousand years ago, a Soul Master wielding the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda assisted the Seagod in conquering the four seas. Her amplification abilities could even temporarily increase the Seagod's divine power by thirty percent…"
She turned to an elderly island-guarding Douluo beside her: "I remember, the records refer to that Soul Master as the 'Glazed Tile Saintess'?"
The old Douluo respectfully replied, "Yes, High Priestess. The records state that the Glazed Tile Saintess remained at the Soul Douluo level throughout her life, unable to break through to the title level; otherwise, her amplification abilities would have been comparable to a third-level god."
Poseidon nodded slowly, her gaze returning to the sky: "It seems this generation's successor of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda must complete the unfinished path of their ancestor."
In the far north, before the Ten-Thousand-Year-Old Mysterious Ice Cave, the Snow Empress merely glanced at it before withdrawing her gaze.
Ice Empress, however, was quite curious: "Sister, that tower is quite beautiful."
"All show and no substance," Snow Empress said coldly. "No matter how strong the support power, it ultimately depends on others. A true powerhouse surpasses all things with their own strength."
(End of Chapter)