Chapter 11 Bibi Dong panicked! Jing Yuan is unfathomable!
Bibi Dong had obviously thought of this as well.
She originally thought that unifying the continent was a foregone conclusion, with the biggest obstacle being the Sea God Tang San.
But now it seems that this pool of water is much deeper than she imagined.
"There are two other forces that are no worse than us, and perhaps even stronger..."
Bibi Dong muttered to herself, her fingers gripping the scepter turning slightly white.
"So who is the first place winner?"
"What terrifying things are still lurking in the dark corners of this Douluo Continent?!"
An unprecedented sense of loss of control welled up inside her.
Bibi Dong looked into the distance in shock, her voice hoarse.
"Could it be... could it be that there really are colossal crocodiles, hidden forces, lying dormant for millennia in this world?!"
This unknown is what's most frightening.
They are in the open, while the other is in the shadows.
Moreover, their opponent's strength surpasses that of them.
This was a huge shock to Bibi Dong, who always had a strong desire for control.
Qian Renxue was shaken. She shook her head, trying to dispel the gloom in her heart.
"It's too early to say."
"If such a powerful force truly exists, why has it never revealed itself all these years?"
"If it could really stir up a huge wave, the landscape of this continent would have changed long ago."
"..."
Even so, the seriousness in her eyes remained unwavering.
...
Spirit City.
Inside the offering hall.
Qian Daoliu turned his back to the crowd and looked at the angel statue; his back view appeared somewhat desolate.
But at this moment, his usually calm face was filled with shock.
"The Tang Clan is only ranked fourth?"
The situation on the front lines is currently critical.
The Spirit Empire was locked in fierce battle with the two great empires. If it weren't for Tang San and his Tang Clan interfering, the Spirit Empire, with its deep reserves, would have already swept through them.
It was precisely because of the Tang Clan that the battle reached a stalemate, and even the Spirit Empire was at a slight disadvantage.
How could such a powerful force, capable of influencing the course of war on the continent, not even be in the top three?
"Besides my Spirit Empire, are there two other unknown forces on this continent stronger than the Tang Clan?"
"This is simply too astonishing."
Qian Daoliu was unable to recover for a long time.
Having lived to such an old age, he believes he knows the mainland inside and out.
The Clear Sky Sect has gone into seclusion, and Seagod Island has gone into hiding. Apart from these two places, where else could such a terrifying force be nurtured?
Just when Qian Daoliu was racking his brains but couldn't figure it out.
A petite figure appeared at the entrance of the main hall without anyone noticing.
Bai Lu held a string of candied hawthorns in her hand, her dragon horns swaying cutely on her head. Looking at Qian Daoliu, who had a serious expression, she said casually:
"Making a fuss over nothing."
Her voice was clear and soft, yet it carried a worldly-wise air about it.
Qian Daoliu turned around and saw that it was this little ancestor from outer space. He shook his head helplessly.
"Miss Bai Lu, you don't understand."
"You don't understand the Tang Clan's foundation, and you don't understand what a Level One God means."
"If even a power possessing a first-level god can only rank fourth, then the sky over this continent is likely to collapse."
Bai Lu took a bite of the candied hawthorn and mumbled indistinctly:
"So what if it collapses? There's someone taller who can hold it up."
She had absolutely no interest in these fighting and ranking battles.
In her opinion, the old man was just bored.
"Alright, alright, stop looking so gloomy, it'll give you wrinkles."
Bai Lu waved her hand and turned to leave.
"I heard that a new pastry shop opened in Spirit City, and the pastries taste pretty good. I'll go check it out."
As she reached the door, she seemed to remember something, turned back to look at Qian Daoliu, and earnestly instructed him:
"You seem so irritable, remember to drink more hot water!"
After saying that, she skipped away, leaving Qian Daoliu alone, bewildered in the wind.
...
The far north.
In the icy and snowy landscape, the cold wind howled.
But where the celestial ship landed, the atmosphere was somewhat... enchanting.
"Jing Yuan~"
The Ice Emperor clung to Jing Yuan like an octopus, her arms tightly wrapped around his neck, and her two long, beautiful legs wrapped around his waist without any hesitation.
The emerald green skirt fluttered slightly in the cold wind, revealing a breathtaking glimpse of snow-white.
Jing Yuan felt somewhat helpless.
Although he enjoyed the joy of the reunion, such a posture in public was indeed a bit too ostentatious.
He reached out and gently patted the Ice Emperor's back, trying to pry the clingy "scorpion" off.
"Alright, there are so many people watching."
Jing Yuan spoke gently, with a hint of doting affection.
The Ice Emperor was pulled down, her feet touching the ground, but she still clung to Jing Yuan's arm and refused to let go.
Her cheeks flushed slightly, her emerald eyes darted around, and she pouted with a touch of arrogance.
"Don't misunderstand!"
"It's not that I miss you!"
"I just... it's just too cold outside, so I wanted to borrow your body to warm up."
The reason was so lame that even Huo Huo, who was standing nearby, couldn't stand it anymore.
How could the Ice Jade Emperor Scorpion, one of the three Heavenly Kings of the Far North, be afraid of the cold?
Isn't this the most ridiculous thing ever?
The Snow Emperor stood quietly to the side, her eyes, as pure as ancient ice, gazing tenderly at Jing Yuan.
The aloofness of the former ruler of the snowfield was gone from those eyes; only an intense tenderness remained.
Her long, white dress fluttered in the wind, and her long, silvery hair cascaded down to her waist. She was breathtakingly beautiful, like a snow fairy.
Jing Yuan nodded slightly to the Snow Emperor, as if to say hello.
Just then, the sky changed again.
[Ranked fourth on the Douluo Power Ranking, Tang Clan.]
This has already caused a huge uproar in the outside world, and all parties are shocked.
But the few people on the far northern ice plains only glanced at the sky and then paid no more attention to it.
It was as if the world-shaking rankings were less interesting to them than the snow falling all around them.
At this moment, the Snow Emperor and the Ice Emperor could not tolerate anyone but Jing Yuan.
What Tang Clan, what deities, what do they have to do with them?
Jing Yuan didn't even raise his head.
The journey was arduous, and although he didn't exert much effort, he always maintained the airs of a general, which must have been exhausting.
All he wants now is to find a warm place, put down a rocking chair, brew a pot of good tea, and comfortably close his eyes to rest for a while.
"Jing Yuan…"
The Snow Emperor suddenly spoke, her voice clear and melodious, yet carrying a hint of barely perceptible shyness.
She lowered her head slightly, a charming blush rising on her cheeks.
"I'm a little cold too."
Upon hearing this, Jing Yuan was slightly taken aback.
He looked at the swirling snow and then at the two rulers born from the ice and snow.
What's wrong with everyone today?
Has your physical condition deteriorated?
Jing Yuan didn't think much of it, pointed to the huge cabin door of the immortal ship behind him, and said calmly:
"Let's go inside and talk."
"It's windy outside, and I'm also a bit tired, so I want to find a place to rest."
After saying that, he turned to walk back.
[end of the chapter]