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

Chapter 391 Ning Tian's Proposal

Ning Tian straightened up as instructed, nodded heavily, and his clear eyes shone with immense pride and a sense of nostalgia.

"Our ancestors were wise enough to have already guessed the identities of me and Wu Feng."

"I am unworthy, but I am honored by the sect's favor and am the current successor to the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School."

As she spoke, Ning Tian slowly raised her slender hand, a thought forming in her mind.

In an instant, a radiant pagoda, shimmering with pure, seven-colored light, appeared in her palm and began to rotate slowly.

The tower is exquisite and translucent, with seven levels, each radiating a rich, shimmering light and a powerful aura—this is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul.

"The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School?!"

"The sect leader's successor?!"

This time, even the usually composed Ning Fengzhi was slightly moved, a hint of undisguised shock flashing in his eyes.

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo exchanged a look of astonishment and solemnity.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was renamed the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School?
The significance behind this name change is self-evident—it is highly likely because Ning Rongrong's martial soul has successfully evolved into the legendary Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

The identity of the sect leader's successor carries immense weight, meaning that the girl named Ning Tian, ​​ten thousand years later, will hold a position and importance in the sect equal to that of Ning Rongrong, who is standing beside them at this moment.

However, Ning Fengzhi's keen observation immediately caught a hint of discord.

He frowned slightly, his gaze fixed intently on the powerful yet clearly only seven-story glazed pagoda in Ning Tian's palm, and asked in a deep voice:
"The aura is pure and unmistakable, undoubtedly the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. However... since you are the heir of the 'Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect,' why is your martial soul still the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda?"

Several thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.

Ning Tian's talent in reaching such a level of cultivation at such a young age is absolutely astonishing. Logically speaking, if the sect possesses the bloodline inheritance of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, she, as the heir, should have awakened the nine-layered pagoda.

Unless... Ning Rongrong, despite achieving the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, failed to successfully pass on this heaven-defying martial soul bloodline.
If that's the case, then the long-term value of the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda to the sect will be greatly diminished.

The thought of this possibility made Ning Fengzhi's heart sink slightly.

Ning Tian noticed the confusion and fleeting seriousness in Ning Fengzhi's eyes. She suppressed the light of her martial spirit, her expression becoming solemn, and said with a hint of helplessness in her voice:

“Ancestor, you guessed right. According to the secret records passed down through generations of the sect, although Ancestor Rongrong was able to evolve the Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda into the Nine Treasure Glazed Pagoda due to a great opportunity and eventually inherited the position of the Nine-Colored Goddess and ascended to the God Realm, she was also subject to the strict restrictions of the God Realm’s rules because of becoming a god.”

She paused, her tone filled with deep regret:
"Deities cannot easily interfere in the affairs of the mortal realm, nor can they linger in the human world for long. Not long after becoming a god, Rongrong's ancestor was forced to ascend to the divine realm."

"Therefore... she failed to leave behind direct bloodline descendants in the lower realm in time, and that heaven-defying Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul could not be passed down in the form of bloodline."

Ning Tian's voice echoed in the quiet courtyard, each word striking the hearts of Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo, and Ning Rongrong.

She added at the end, her tone tinged with resentment:
"If the bloodline of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda had not failed to be passed down, with the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's ability to reverse the course of creation, why would my Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect have chosen a semi-secluded state ten thousand years later? My sect would surely have a place among the top forces of the Douluo Continent."

As a second-level deity, Ning Rongrong was already subject to strict restrictions on her divine position. In addition, Tang San's identity was special, and he also faced hostility and dissatisfaction from the God of Destruction. Therefore, she could not do anything unnecessary.

Forget about leaving behind a legacy like the Angel God or passing down a divinely bestowed martial soul; she wouldn't even allow anyone to linger in the Douluo Continent, so the idea of ​​bloodline inheritance is utter nonsense.

"I see……"

Ning Fengzhi sighed deeply, his voice filled with complex emotions.

As a father, he felt genuinely proud and gratified that Ning Rongrong would be able to ascend to the divine realm and attain divine status in the future.

But as the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, he bears the heavy responsibility of the sect's inheritance and rise and fall. What he hopes for most in his heart is that Ning Rongrong can pass on the bloodline of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, so that the sect can truly achieve a leap forward and become the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School in all its name.

However, he was, after all, the leader of a sect, and with a strong will, he quickly adjusted his mindset.

At least, the fact that the sect's lineage continues ten thousand years later, and that it can still cultivate such an excellent and composed successor as Ning Tian, ​​is itself a cause for celebration.

"Xiao Tian."

Ning Fengzhi suppressed his sigh, and his signature gentle smile, which was as warm as a spring breeze, reappeared on his face. His tone also became more intimate.

"We share the same bloodline, so there's no need for such formality. Since you come from a parallel world ten thousand years in the future, your knowledge and perspective must far surpass ours. You seem to have a different opinion on Rongrong's divine position? Please speak freely."

He was well aware that after Xuanzi revealed the future to the public, the difficulty of helping Ning Rongrong successfully obtain the position of the Nine-Colored Goddess had increased exponentially.

All forces and hidden ambitions will focus on this.

He needed to hear the opinion of this heir of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School from a parallel future world.

Seeing that Ning Fengzhi was so accommodating, Ning Tian felt somewhat relieved.

She organized her thoughts, her expression calm, her gaze clear and rational, not at all like a young girl, but more like a shrewd decision-maker:
“Our ancestors were wise. This is not an exaggeration, but an objective judgment based on the current situation.”

Her voice was steady and clear.

"First and foremost, the biggest variable is time. The Spirit Empire possesses two deities who have already completed their divine inheritance—Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue. Their power is immediate; it's authority already in their hands. However, even if Ancestor Rongrong and Ancestor Tang San were to immediately set off for Seagod Island to seek their divine inheritance, they would still need to undergo a long and arduous divine trial process. This could take several years, or even longer." She paused slightly, allowing this harsh reality to be fully understood, before continuing:
"The Martial Soul Empire will not, and cannot, give us this precious time to develop. Their military strength is at its peak, and their march toward unifying the continent will never stop."

"This junior boldly speculates that before Tang San's ancestor completes the Sea God's Trial, the resistance forces across the entire continent may have already been swept away, integrated, or destroyed by the Spirit Empire with overwhelming force."

"By then, even if a few individuals attain godhood, they will be facing a vast empire that is fully unified, has integrated its resources, and is guarded by two gods. The situation will be ten times more difficult, and they will be unable to support the empire alone, with no way to reverse the situation."

Ning Rongrong's face paled slightly upon hearing this. Although she was naive and innocent, she was not ignorant of the situation. Ning Tian's analysis was like a bucket of cold water, making her realize the severity of the reality.

Ning Tian looked at Ning Rongrong, his eyes filled with sincerity:

"Moreover, according to the vague records in the sect's secret manual, even in the relatively smooth historical trajectory, in the final battle of the three gods that determined the fate of the continent, Tang San's ancestor went through many hardships and barely won. Among them, the assistance of Rongrong's ancestor and Oscar's ancestor played a crucial role, and may even have been the key to turning the tide of the battle, but the specific details are no longer verifiable."

She turned her gaze back to Ning Fengzhi and posed the most crucial question:
"However, that was after Ancestor Rongrong and the others had grown up and obtained the divine inheritance. In contrast, now, Ancestor Rongrong and the others' cultivation, experience, and even temperament are far from being able to participate in that level of battle."

"Even if they find the place of the divine test immediately, with their current foundation, can they withstand the intensity of the divine test? Can they successfully complete the test amidst the interference of powerful enemies and the flames of war on the continent? These are all unknowns, or rather... the hope is slim."

Ning Tian's words dissected the seemingly hopeful future, revealing the cold and cruel reality beneath.

She was not blinded by excitement at arriving in the era of her ancestors, nor was she blindly optimistic because she knew history. Her analysis was based on facts and was so calm as to be almost cold-blooded, but it was precisely because of this that it was so persuasive.

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo remained silent, their expressions growing increasingly solemn, clearly understanding the weight of Ning Tian's words.

Ning Fengzhi's fingers unconsciously tapped lightly on the armrest of the chair, producing a rhythmic and soft tapping sound that was particularly clear in the quiet courtyard.

His eyes were deep and calm on the surface, but he was thinking and weighing things rapidly inside.

Ning Tian's meticulous analysis was like a scalpel, dissecting the thorns and abyss hidden beneath the allure of divine status, laying bare the potential predicament they might face in the future.

The atmosphere in the hall became even more stagnant because of this fact. Hope and crisis intertwined, making people uneasy and causing them to unconsciously breathe more lightly.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin, who had been standing quietly listening with an ever-sharp and dignified aura, finally spoke again.

His voice wasn't loud, but it possessed a penetrating power that went straight to the heart of the matter. His eyes, imbued with sword intent, were like two beams of sword light, precisely striking Ning Tian.

"Ning Tian, ​​girl."

His address carried a hint of scrutiny from an elder.

"You came here specifically to clarify your bloodline and identity, analyze the advantages and disadvantages of the current situation, and your thoughts and words were clear and logical, hitting the nail on the head... I'm afraid your purpose is far more than just to remind us, right? You might as well speak frankly about your true intentions."

Chen Xin's words broke the brief silence brought about by the heavy future and steered the conversation back on track.

Ning Tian met Sword Douluo's gaze, which seemed to see through all disguises and reach the depths of his soul. There was no fear or retreat in his clear eyes.

She took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind, and readily admitted it.

"Ancestor Sword Douluo is insightful and discerning. I dare not conceal it. I have indeed come here with a selfish motive. I have a request, or rather, I have proposed a more prudent option concerning the future of the sect."

Her gaze slowly swept over Ning Fengzhi, who was deep in thought, and the Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, whose auras were heavy. Finally, it landed on Ning Rongrong, who was still looking surprised and confused. Her tone became extremely solemn.

"This junior dares to humbly request the sect leader and ancestors, as well as the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, to seriously consider... abandoning our foundation in this world and migrating with me through a stable spacetime passage to a parallel world ten thousand years in the future."

This proposal can no longer be described as earth-shattering; it's more like a meteorite thrown into a calm lake.

For the first time, Ning Fengzhi's usually gentle and calm face showed intense emotional fluctuations, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

A trace of the sword intent that Sword Douluo Chen Xin had been suppressing uncontrollably leaked out, cutting through the air.

The lazy expression that Gu Rong, the Bone Douluo, always wore completely vanished, replaced by extreme shock and scrutiny.

Ning Rongrong gasped in shock, her slender hand tightly covering her mouth, her beautiful eyes wide open, almost unable to believe what she was hearing—leave? Leave the Douluo Continent that gave them birth and upbringing?
Ning Tian was well aware of the impact of this proposal. Without giving them much time to process the shock, she quickly explained her reasons in clear and logical terms, trying to persuade them.

"Ancestor, please forgive my bluntness, but the current situation of this world is already on the verge of collapse under the dual-god rule and overwhelming military might of the Martial Soul Empire. There is no way to reverse the situation. If the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School insists on staying here, even if we devote all our strength and spare no expense to help our ancestor Rongrong fight for that elusive divine position, the hope of success will still be slim."

"In this process, the sect's thousands of years of accumulation and countless disciples and followers will inevitably become cannon fodder on the front line of the divine war, paying a heavy price that we cannot bear, and even... facing the danger of complete annihilation and the extinction of the lineage."

Her voice was unusually firm.

"Instead of struggling in this near-desperate situation and watching the sect head towards its end, why not find another way to preserve the most precious spark of the sect and find a place where it can take root, sprout, and even thrive?"

Her gaze turned to Chen Xin and Gu Rong again, this time filled with an undisguised thirst for power.

"In our world, although the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School has been blessed by its ancestors and its incense has not been extinguished, its strength is far from the top of the continent. In fact, it often faces pressure from other powerful forces and is in a difficult situation. It urgently needs a truly powerful force to support and deter others."

Her tone became fervent.

"Ancestor Sword Douluo, your swordsmanship is divine, and you have already glimpsed the path of the sword's laws. Ancestor Bone Douluo, your defense is unparalleled, and the mysteries of the Bone Transformation Divine Dragon are boundless. With the talent and foundation of both ancestors, as long as they do not perish halfway, they both have a great chance of reaching level 98 in the future, or even touching the peerless realm of level 99."

"This power is an invaluable treasure for the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School ten thousand years from now. It is the cornerstone that will enable the school to rise again and stand firm in the great changes to come. The younger generation urgently needs this power. The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School ten thousand years from now needs the guidance and protection of our ancestors."

(End of this chapter)