Chapter 11:What You Don't Want Is What So Many People Dream Of! Chrysanthemum Demon Lurks.
But now, the heavens are telling her.
There was someone who, sixty years ago, before she even began her divine trials, easily gave up the opportunity she dreamed of!
And it was the inheritance of a top-tier deity like the God of Light!
Yu Jingcheng's choice was like a resounding slap across her face.
What she pursued was nothing more than something others disdained.
Her proud path to godhood seemed so insignificant, so pathetic, in front of Yu Jingcheng's bold words of "self-igniting as yang"!
"Yu Jingcheng..."
Bibi Dong gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with jealousy, resentment, and a trace of fear that even she herself didn't realize.
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Star Dou Great Forest, outer perimeter.
Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo, who were flying at high speed, suddenly stopped and stared at the sky in horror.
"He refused...the divine trial?"
Bone Douluo Gu Rong's jaw nearly dropped to the ground. He stammered,
"This...this kid...has he gone mad?!
That's the inheritance of a god!
Something so many people dream of, and he...he just refused it like that?"
Gu Rong couldn't comprehend this behavior at all; it was beyond his understanding of Soul Master cultivation.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin stared intently at the phrase "I shall spontaneously combust as the sun."
His usually calm sword heart was now stirred by a raging storm.
"What a grand spirit..."
Chen Xin murmured to himself, his voice trembling slightly.
"I have spent my entire life pursuing the pinnacle of swordsmanship, and it has been incredibly difficult.
What he seeks is to create his own divine path to the heavens...This ambition, this will, I am no match for him."
As a peak Douluo who dedicated his entire life to the swordsmanship, he understood best that kind of unwavering pursuit of perfection.
But Chen Xin was pursuing the pinnacle of the "Dao" already established by his predecessors.
Yu Jingcheng, however, was creating a completely new "Dao"!
Ning Fengzhi's shock was beyond measure.
He had just received the blessing of Heaven and was overjoyed at breaking through to the ninth ring.
But in the blink of an eye, the heavens told him that someone, sixty years ago, had already regarded the ultimate dream of countless Soul Masters as a wrong path.
Ning Fengzhi gave a bitter smile, his face filled with complex emotions:
"We Soul Masters, throughout our lives, seek nothing more than to break free of shackles and take another step forward.
And he… sixty years ago, already regarded the endpoint we so desperately yearn for as a disdainful detour."
At this moment, Ning Fengzhi truly understood why Heaven's assessment ranked Yu Jingcheng before him.
This was not merely a difference in Martial Souls, but a world of difference in vision, temperament, and ambition!
"Yu Jingcheng... such a person is truly a role model for us all, and also... a source of despair for us all."
Ning Fengzhi sighed deeply, his initial excitement and joy replaced by a deeper sense of awe and.
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Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
Ning Yuyan stood alone atop the sect's highest tower, her figure appearing somewhat frail in the wind.
When she saw the words on the sky, tears finally streamed down her face.
But these were not tears of sorrow, but tears of joy and pride.
"So that's how it is... so that's how it is..."
Ning Yuyan smiled, a smile as radiant as a flower.
She finally understood.
She understood why, sixty years ago, that spirited young man had left behind the promise, "Wait for me to transform into a dragon," and then disappeared without a trace.
He wasn't running away, nor was he giving up.
He was walking a path never before trodden!
What he wanted to do was not simply transform his martial soul into a dragon, but to ignite himself into a sun that shines through the ages!
"Fool…you fool…"
Ning Yuyan reached out her hand, as if trying to touch that distant name on the horizon.
"Why didn't you tell me about this difficult road…"
Her heart ached, but even more so, it overflowed with pride and love.
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Above the Heavenly Dou Empire.
Dugu Bo, who was flying rapidly in a cloud of green mist, stopped abruptly in mid-air after seeing the words on the sky, revealing his true form.
He was stunned for three seconds, and then...
"Hahaha... Hahahahahaha!!"
A deafening laugh echoed through the sky!
"Good lad!
Good Yu Jingcheng!
I knew you were no ordinary person!"
Dugu Bo laughed until tears almost streamed down his face.
"Refusing the divine test?
Spontaneously burning into Yang?
Damn it, that's exactly what I wanted to hear!"
"This is the kind of brother I acknowledge What are those damn gods anyway!"
The worries and doubts in Dugu Bo's heart vanished at this moment, replaced by unparalleled excitement and pride.
The entire Douluo Continent was completely abuzz because of these two short lines of text.
At this moment, the name Yu Jingcheng was no longer just a synonym for genius.
Instead, it transformed into a legend, a myth!
The Star Dou Great Forest. The dense primeval jungle blocked out the sun, sunlight filtering through layers of leaves, casting dappled patterns.
The air was filled with the damp scent of earth and the fragrance of plants, along with a faint, almost imperceptible, pressure from soul beasts.
Two figures, like ghosts, silently lurked atop a massive ancient tree.
One, with an eerie form, seemed to have no physical form, completely blending into the shadows of the tree trunk—this was Ghost Douluo, Ghost Phantom.
His aura was concealed to the extreme; even the most perceptive soul beasts could not detect his presence.
The other, strangely, crouched on a branch, his delicate fingers lightly twirling a fallen leaf—this was Chrysanthemum Douluo, Yue Guan.
Yue Guan, clad in a golden outfit, should have been incredibly conspicuous in the dim forest.
But strangely, his figure seemed to merge with the surrounding dappled light, making him invisible.
And then there was another figure, hidden in the darkness—this was the level 87 Soul Douluo, Rift Blade.
"Old Ghost, do you think Ning Fengzhi has gone mad?"
Yue Guan transmitted in a shrill voice, a hint of mockery in his tone.
"Giving up a perfectly good sect leader position, he insists on coming to this godforsaken place to die.
His Holiness the Pope's plan is practically tailor-made for him."
Ghostly voice, as deep as an abyss, echoed in Yue Guan's mind:
"Shut up, they're here.
Contain your killing intent."
Yue Guan's lips curled into a smile, and he remained silent, but his eyes, fixed on the forest path, flashed with a venomous, cold light.
Their mission was clear: use the [Bipolar Stillness Domain] to instantly control Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo.
Then, with lightning speed, Rift Blade would kill the defenseless Ning Fengzhi!
This was a sure-kill situation!
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Heaven Dou Empire, the outer edge of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's mountain range.
Night fell, and the stars twinkled.
Under the moonlight, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Mountain resembled a glazed fairyland. The lights at the mountain gate were bright, and the patrolling disciples were meticulous; everything seemed no different from usual.
(End of Chapter)