Douluo Unrivaled: The Beginning Materializes the Black Abyss and White Flowers

Chapter 390 An Alliance with Differing Thoughts
"Become...become a god?"

Dai Mubai murmured to himself. He exchanged a glance with Zhu Zhuqing beside him, and they both saw the undisguised shock in each other's eyes, as well as an indescribable fervor ignited by this earth-shattering opportunity.

They knew that their talents had been greatly enhanced by the immortal herbs, but they never dared to truly hope for the legendary and unattainable position of a god.

Oscar's mouth dropped open, and he almost dropped the sausage in his hand. The God of Food? He, a food-type Soul Master, could actually touch the divine position? A huge surprise and disbelief overwhelmed his mind.

Ning Rongrong covered her lips with her slender hand, her beautiful eyes sparkling with wonder. Nine-Colored Goddess... how perfectly this divine title matched her Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda.

Ma Hongjun rubbed his hands together excitedly, his chubby face glowing. "Phoenix God," he sang, "Listen to that, how domineering! How fitting for his future heroic figure."

Tang San gripped Xiao Wu's hand tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force, his eyes sharp.

The sea god? The god of asura? This information pointed him to the path of revenge and becoming stronger.

His father Tang Hao's dying words and the blood feud were etched into his heart like a brand. He already knew what had happened back then, as well as the deep-seated hatred between his family and the Spirit Hall.

Therefore, he craved power, craved to destroy the Spirit Hall, and craved to return to that filthy land and utterly destroy the Black Butterfly that brought death to his father.

Xiao Wu sensed the determination and pain surging in his heart, and snuggled closer, silently conveying her unwavering support.

However, not everyone's reaction was simply one of surprise and excitement.

The eldest prince of the Star Luo Empire, Davis, and his fiancée, Zhu Zhuyun, changed their expressions the moment they heard about history, their hearts filled with shock and disbelief.

Although Xuanzi did not explicitly state the details of the struggle for the throne, the fact that Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing both became gods clearly demonstrates that they were the absolute losers in this cruel succession battle of the Star Luo royal family.

Under the rules of Xingluo Ironblood, losers often have no future.

They became gods, radiant and eternal... But what about Zhu Yun? What about me, Davis? Could it be that in the original trajectory, we not only lost the throne, but perhaps even our lives...? Thinking of this, Davis clenched his fists tightly, his nails almost digging into his palms.

In the past, although he was cold to Dai Mubai and even put pressure on him in some ways, deep down he still had a trace of brotherly affection and room for royal pride. He even gave Dai Mubai support in terms of cultivation and spiritual matters.

The same goes for Zhu Zhuyun. She knows in her heart how many of her repeated pursuits of Zhu Zhuqing were truly deadly, and how many she let go.

Otherwise, given Zhu Zhuqing's strength back then, how could she have escaped by sheer luck time and time again, and finally safely crossed the perilous Star Dou Great Forest to reach Shrek Academy?

At that moment, a strong sense of resentment and humiliation welled up in Davis's heart.

He would never accept such a fate.

Since history can be changed by outsiders, and since divine positions can be inherited by people, why can't he, Davis, do the same?
He is the rightful crown prince of the Star Luo Empire, and he believes that his talent, temperament, and political skills are in no way inferior to Dai Mubai's.

A powerful ambition to seize this opportunity and defy fate grew wildly and spread in his heart like wildfire.

Although he tried his best to maintain a calm demeanor when he looked at Dai Mubai, the coldness, determination, and a hint of jealousy that flashed through his eyes were still caught by Dai Yutian, who sat high on the throne and had keen insight.

However, the Star Luo Emperor's face remained expressionless. The Star Luo royal family had always followed a competitive rule akin to raising poisonous insects: the winner is king, and the loser is a bandit.

Davis is competitive, and he's happy to see this happen.

Moreover, that was just the history of a parallel world; who can say for sure that this world will follow the same trajectory?
The Heavenly Prince Xue Beng was also overwhelmed with emotion and could hardly contain himself.

He was already a destitute prince whose country had been destroyed and who had fled south in panic, with his hopes of restoring his country as faint as a shooting star.

But at that moment, Xuanzi's words ignited his hope.

Since Tang San and others were able to become gods and defeat the invincible Spirit Empire, could Xue Beng, as the legitimate bloodline of the Heaven Dou royal family, also get a share of this once-in-a-millennium feast of godhood?

Even if they themselves have no chance of attaining godhood, as long as they cling tightly to the coattails of these future deities, the restoration of the Heavenly Kingdom will no longer be an unattainable dream.

His eyes instantly became incredibly eager, and his brain raced as he began to calculate how to maximize the advantages of this prophetship and how to more closely align his interests with those of Tang San and the others.

Ning Fengzhi, the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, exchanged a glance with Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo beside him, both of them seeing the solemnity and deep thought in each other's eyes.

The sect's future close relationship with the God of Food and the Nine-Colored Goddess is naturally a great thing that it desires, as it can greatly consolidate the sect's position.

However, Xuanzi's words also subtly revealed that they suffered heavy losses in this catastrophe.

Now that they know the future, they must spare no effort and use all their resources and connections to prevent the tragedy of their sect from repeating itself.

At the same time, ensuring that Ning Rongrong can successfully obtain the position of the Nine-Colored Goddess will become the core strategy for the sect's future.

This is not only an expectation of family affection, but also the key to securing a favorable position in the possible new order of the future.

As for Oscar… Ning Fengzhi’s eyes flickered slightly. This boy’s talent and temperament are both excellent, and he has a close relationship with Rongrong. He can be strongly supported, but core resources should still be tilted towards Rongrong.

Master Yu Xiaogang was caught between immense elation and deep anxiety.

His disciple, whom he personally trained, was able to achieve dual godhood in the future, and all his other students also became gods. Such a great achievement is undoubtedly the greatest proof of his research theory.

How could he not be excited and proud? However, amidst his elation, a sense of unease also lingered in his heart.

Why did Xuanzi choose to reveal such top-secret information, which concerns becoming a god and is enough to cause a sensation across the continent, instead of telling it privately, but instead making it public in this chaotic place?

He laid this irresistible temptation bare before everyone; what was his true intention?
Behind Xuanzi, the Shrek academy students from a parallel world were far from being as calm as they appeared.

Han Ruoruo glanced thoughtfully at Xuanzi, who was still drinking wine by himself.

They had already confirmed that although this world was very similar to their history ten thousand years ago, it was not their true past, but a parallel world that seemed similar but was not—the most obvious evidence being that the ten ferocious beasts they knew did not exist in this world at all.

But in this world, there truly exists a real and authentic lineage of divine succession.

The appearance of the Angel God and the Rakshasa God is irrefutable proof. Since Tang San and other ancestors' counterparts could pass the divine test and become gods, then... why can't this person be themselves?

In terms of talent, Tang San and others are indeed exceptionally gifted, but is Ma Hongjun's talent truly stronger than Ma Xiaotao's, who has already evolved into a True Fire Phoenix? Probably not.

Even Han Ruoruo and Xu Sanshi are no less talented or strong than Oscar, Ning Rongrong, and others in front of them.

Not to mention Elder Xuan, who has already reached the level of a Title Douluo at level ninety-eight.

Since divine positions can be inherited, why should this opportunity be handed over to these ancestors who are merely equivalent?
They have no real blood or lineage relationship with the Shrek Seven Devils of this world.

Han Ruoruo absolutely refused to believe that Elder Xuan would be willing to give up this once-in-a-millennium opportunity to become a god simply because the other party was an ancestor recorded in ten thousand years of history.

In their world, miracles are rare, and if any of them could become gods in this world, they would not only gain eternal power and life, but upon their return, they would also elevate Shrek Academy's prestige to an unprecedented level, enough to cope with any crisis.

Whether they are searching for their way home or fighting against the Sun Moon Empire and the Martial Soul Empire, they need greater power, and the divine position is their only option now.

This thought was not unique to Han Ruoruo; Ma Xiaotao, Xu Sanshi, and others also revealed similar thoughts when their eyes met.

They were not fools. If Elder Xuan truly only wanted to support the original Shrek Seven Devils, with their strength, they could have secretly taken Tang San and the others to Seagod Island. Why did they have to discuss it publicly here, putting their opportunity under the public eye and attracting others' covetousness?
At the same time, Tang Xiao, the sect leader of Haotian Sect, was overjoyed.

Tang San, the bloodline of his younger brother Tang Hao, actually possesses the potential to attain dual godhood.

Once Tang San successfully inherits the divine position, the Clear Sky Sect will not only have the opportunity to take revenge, but will also be able to solidify its supreme reputation as the number one sect in the world, and will no longer need to fear the threat of the Spirit Empire.

He had even begun to envision how he would dedicate the entire sect's resources to assist Tang San in ascending to godhood, and then defeat the Spirit Empire to avenge the disciples and relatives who died because of the Spirit Hall.

Inside the main hall, what Xuanzi's words stirred was far more than just a shared determination to fight the enemy; it also stirred undercurrents of ambition, scheming, and a desire for the supreme divine position.

Beneath the guise of cooperation, people's desires have been thoroughly ignited.

The meeting at the Star Luo Empire's imperial palace, which concerned the fate of the continent yet was fraught with undercurrents, finally came to an end.

The various factions dispersed with their own thoughts: some were excited about the elusive opportunity to become gods, some were anxious about the dual-god pressure of the Martial Soul Empire, and some had already begun to secretly plot and scheme.

The news brought by Xuanzi has an impact far beyond the meeting itself. It is more like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, and the ripples it creates are quietly changing the fate of countless people and forces.

In a secluded and elegant courtyard, away from the hustle and bustle of the outside world, at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's temporary base in Star Luo City, Ning Fengzhi was having an urgent discussion with Sword Douluo Chen Xin, Bone Douluo Gu Rong, and his beloved daughter Ning Rongrong.

The amount of information revealed in the previous meeting was too large, and they urgently needed time to digest it and formulate targeted strategies, especially regarding Ning Rongrong's position as the Nine-Colored Goddess, which was of paramount importance.

Just as the atmosphere became heavy, soft yet clear footsteps came from outside the villa.

The disciples guarding the gate did not stop them, because they recognized the two young women who had attracted Ning Fengzhi's special attention at the previous meeting.

They quietly followed Xuanzi's group of visitors who claimed to be from a parallel world; their unique demeanor made them impossible to ignore.

The girl walking in front wore an elegant yet luxurious long dress, her figure was as graceful as an orchid, and her face was exceptionally beautiful.

What is most striking is her pair of clear and bright eyes, which not only bear a striking resemblance to Ning Fengzhi, but also faintly reveal the same crystal-clear radiance as Ning Rongrong. However, compared to Ning Rongrong's lively and charming nature, her temperament is more mature, wise, and seemingly innately noble, beyond her years.

Beside her followed a red-haired girl, tall and lithe, with sharp eyes and an aura of fiery heat emanating from her. Her steps were firm, like the most loyal bodyguard, silently protecting the girl in front of her.

Ning Fengzhi looked at them with gentle eyes, already having some guesses in his mind, especially about the girl whose temperament was similar to his and whose eyes shone with a familiar light.

"What brings you two young ladies here at this hour?"

His voice was calm and soothing, with a reassuring and approachable quality, yet it also contained the majesty of a sect leader.

The girl in the lead took a deep breath, seemingly making some important mental preparations.

She stepped forward, her posture elegant and solemn, and solemnly performed an ancient and extremely standard sect etiquette to Ning Fengzhi, who was sitting upright, as well as Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong who were standing on either side, and Ning Rongrong who was curiously looking at her.

Upon hearing this gesture, Ning Fengzhi and the two Douluo, Sword and Bone, exchanged subtle changes in their expressions.

They were very familiar with this etiquette, which was an ancient ritual passed down among the core members of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. Some of the subtle gestures and angles could only be learned by direct descendants, and it would be extremely difficult for outsiders to imitate it so accurately and vividly.

"Junior Ning Tian."

The girl raised her head, her voice clear and melodious, yet it was tinged with excitement and a slight tremor.

"Greetings to the Sect Master Ancestor, Sword Douluo Ancestor, Bone Douluo Ancestor."

She paused slightly, her gaze shifting to Ning Rongrong, whose bright, curious eyes were filled with astonishment. A warm, friendly, and somewhat enigmatic smile bloomed on her face.

"And... Ancestor Rongrong."

"Ning Tian?!"

"Ancestor of the Sect Master?!"

Ning Rongrong gasped in surprise, instinctively covering her cherry-like mouth, her beautiful eyes wide with disbelief.

She was actually... referred to as an "ancestor" by a beautiful young woman who looked to be about the same age as her and whose temperament was even more composed?
The feeling was so strange that she was momentarily stunned.

A glint flashed in Ning Fengzhi's eyes, and his guess was almost confirmed.

He raised his hand, making a gentle gesture for him to rise, his tone remaining calm, but the probing intent was becoming increasingly apparent:
"Ning Tian... young lady, the ancestors you speak of, and this ancient sect ritual that could never be passed on to outsiders... could it be that you have a very deep connection with my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"

Although he asked the question, he already had the answer in his heart. After all, even Ma Hongjun had descendants in Shrek Academy ten thousand years later, so it was impossible for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School not to have one.

(End of this chapter)