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

Chapter 392 Ma Xiaotao's Disdain
Ning Tian's words contained both a pessimistic assessment of the current world situation that was almost hopeless, and an unreserved expression of his need for Chen Xin, Gu Rong, and even the core strength of the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

This is an extremely calm consideration based on the sect's survival and development interests.

However, deep in her heart, there was an even more important goal, one that even surpassed the immediate combat power of the Sword Bone Douluo—Ning Rongrong.

This ancestor, who possesses the legendary Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul, is the true treasure representing the sect's limitless future.

As long as Ning Rongrong can be safely brought back to the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School, then passing on the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul will no longer be an unattainable dream, but a tangible reality.

The thought that the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School might have a stable Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda martial soul inheritance in the future made Ning Tian's heart beat faster involuntarily, and an uncontrollable excitement surged in his heart.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda is already a top-tier auxiliary weapon spirit on the continent, allowing sects to stand for ten thousand years. What about the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, which is even more advanced and can be described as heaven-defying?
Its future is simply exciting and unimaginable.

She dared not think too much about how high the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School would rise once it possessed the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul Inheritance.
By then, even the Body Sect, which is currently incredibly powerful within the Heavenly Soul Empire and suffocates many sects, may no longer be an unshakeable behemoth.

As the young sect leader of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School, Ning Tian was far more mature than his peers and had a clearer understanding of the predicaments and pressures the sect was currently facing.

That forced low profile and forbearance was perhaps partly due to the overwhelming power of the Body Sect.

Therefore, her biggest ambition on this trip is to bring back Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, two powerful figures who are capable of changing the landscape of the sect's high-end combat power, as well as Ning Rongrong, a living treasure who represents the future ceiling of the sect.

The two Title Douluo are the immediate combat power to resolve the current predicament, while Ning Rongrong is the future of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School.

To increase his chances of persuasion, and to demonstrate his strength and resources to his ancestors, Ning Tian's mind stirred, and he softly called out, "Joan of Arc."

As soon as the words were spoken, the soft light in the courtyard seemed to be infused with some kind of sacred element, suddenly becoming brighter and purer, and a warm and reassuring atmosphere filled the air.

The next moment, subtle ripples appeared in the space, and a girl wearing exquisite silver-blue armor and with long golden hair flowing like a waterfall appeared quietly beside Ning Tian as if responding to a summons, her figure gradually solidifying from the void.

She was Joan of Arc.

Those eyes, as blue as a clear sky and as deep as the deepest lake, were so pure that they were untouched by any dust. The unwavering will they contained seemed to pierce through all confusion and darkness.

She simply stood there, and a majestic aura of holiness, order, and protection naturally emanated from her. This aura was not aggressive, but like warm sunshine, it dispelled the chill and instantly soothed the tense hearts of everyone present due to the heavy topic, filling the entire space.

"is her!"

Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong shouted almost at the same time. The eyes of the two seasoned Title Douluos suddenly became extremely sharp, and their bodies subconsciously leaned forward slightly, entering a state of alert.

They will never admit their mistakes.

On that day in Tiandou City, facing Qian Renxue's overwhelming and suffocating divine pressure, it was two powerful auras that suddenly appeared and forcibly intervened.

One of these energies emanated from the girl before them—a sacred, vast power, filled with light and unwavering faith.

It was this force that made the angel goddess Qian Renxue, who had already ascended to godhood, show a hint of fear and weigh the options at the last moment, ultimately choosing to act cautiously. This allowed their defeated army to narrowly escape the encirclement and survive.

"This is Joan of Arc, my dearest friend and most important partner to whom I can entrust my life."

Ning Tian introduced the situation at the opportune moment, his tone full of trust.

"On the day of the breakout from Tiandou City, it was she and another companion, Ms. Aglaia, who joined forces to release their auras, intimidating Qian Renxue and winning us a precious chance to survive."

Ning Fengzhi was overjoyed upon hearing this.

A powerful being who can make even newly ascended gods wary and dare not act rashly must have a power level that has definitely surpassed the scope of ordinary titled Douluo. Even if they have not yet truly stepped into the realm of gods, they must be not far off and possess some means to resist divine might.

Having such a powerful being on Ning Tian's side undoubtedly greatly enhances the credibility and weight of all her words, and also more directly proves that they do indeed possess power beyond the norms of this world and are capable of executing that astonishing plan of interdimensional transfer.

"What Ning Tian said is true."

Joan of Arc's clear and penetrating voice rang out, her azure eyes sweeping over Ning Fengzhi and the others with a calm expression.

"That Angel Goddess possesses pure and powerful strength. Furthermore, she is still in the rapid advancement phase of fusing with her divine position, far from reaching the peak and limit of her power. Continuing to remain in this world and confront her head-on, unless you choose to kneel and submit to the rule of the Spirit Empire, will make it difficult for you to find a true way to survive with your current strength."

She promised Ning Tian she would help persuade him, but she didn't exaggerate; her judgment was based on facts.

Even when facing angels from another world, she would not want to confront them directly unless absolutely necessary.

If Ning Fengzhi and the others can be persuaded to leave peacefully, it would undoubtedly be the best outcome at present.

As for Shrek Academy and Xuanzi, Jeanne could vaguely sense that although they had ideas about the inheritance of the divine positions in this world, their core goal was still to find a way to return to their own time and space.

After all, no one can predict what earth-shattering changes will occur in the world over there while they are away.

Ning Fengzhi fell into a long silence, his brows furrowed into a deep frown, his fingers unconsciously tracing the fine wood grain on the armrest of the seat.

They abandoned the Douluo Continent, where generations had lived and thrived, and moved their entire clan to a completely unfamiliar world ten thousand years in the future, based solely on the descriptions of Ning Tian and Zhen De.

There are simply too many variables, risks, and uncertainties involved.

Does that world truly offer space for sects to develop, as they claim? Can thousands of sect disciples, along with their families, adapt to such a drastically different environment and rules?

Could it be that we've just escaped one wolf's den, only to unwittingly stumble into another unknown tiger's jaws? Besides... it's hard to leave one's homeland.

This deep-rooted love for one's homeland, which permeates one's blood and soul, and the instinctive fear of the unknown future, cannot be easily offset or erased by a simple weighing of interests.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze complex as he looked at Ning Tian, ​​whose expression was earnest and resolute, and at Joan of Arc, who stood quietly to the side, exuding a sacred aura. His voice, due to the intense struggle within him, carried a barely perceptible hoarseness and heaviness.

“Xiao Tian, ​​Miss Jeanne… the information and proposals you brought are truly… too astonishing. They concern the lives and futures of thousands of disciples in my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. Such a crucial decision cannot be made hastily at this moment. I need time, I need to gather all the core elders and managers of the sect, I need to discuss it with them. After all… it’s hard to leave our homeland, and the road ahead is even more uncertain.” Ning Tian completely understood Ning Fengzhi’s concerns and struggles, and she nodded solemnly.

“This junior understands that this matter concerns the survival and prosperity of the sect, and our ancestor should be extremely cautious and consider it carefully.”

As she spoke, she took out a communication soul tool with an exquisite design and a faint glow of soul guide runes, and handed it to her with both hands.

"This is a communication soul tool that I carry with me. If my ancestor has any questions or makes any decisions, he can contact me through it at any time. I will answer all your questions without reservation."

Seeing this, Ning Fengzhi also took out the communication soul tool he usually used to handle sect affairs and had purchased from Qunyu Pavilion from his storage soul tool.

When the two soul tools from different time and space successfully exchanged communication codes and clearly showed that a stable connection could be established, Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, and Gu Rong's eyes instantly narrowed.

This indirectly confirms an astonishing fact—the mysterious Jade Pavilion, with its technology and creations, indeed comes from the same world as Ning Tian and his group.

Ning Tian knew that the most important seed had been successfully sown. Now, he needed to give this wise and composed ancestor enough time and space to slowly digest this massive amount of information and to weigh the two ends of the scale that concerned the fate of the sect.

Joan of Arc's powerful strength and unique form of existence, which were enough to make even the gods fear her, undoubtedly added significant weight to the migration option.

"In addition, there is one thing that may be worth noting."

Seeing that Ning Tian had initially achieved the main objective of his trip, Joan of Arc spoke again, providing new information that successfully attracted the inquisitive attention of Ning Fengzhi and the others.

"During this time, I joined forces with Ms. Aglaia to try to cleanse a medium-sized filth spot nearby. During the purification process, we clearly felt that our own power had been significantly increased and refined. This confirmed Ms. Aglaia's previous guess—that the energy contained in these filth spots is likely of the same origin as the existence of our Servants."

"Servant?"

Ning Fengzhi keenly noticed this unfamiliar word, and a look of doubt appeared in his eyes.

Seeing the confusion on Ning Fengzhi's and the others' faces, Ning Tian felt there was no need to hide the matter, so he briefly explained the concept of the Holy Grail War and the Servants as a special form of existence formed from negative energy to Ning Fengzhi and the others.

Upon learning that Jeanne d'Arc was actually a Servant from another world, constructed from special energy and not a flesh-and-blood being in the traditional sense, Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, and Gu Rong exchanged bewildered glances, all seeing undisguised shock in each other's eyes.

This completely overturned their understanding of life forms.

"dad."

Ning Rongrong suddenly blinked her big eyes, tugged at Ning Fengzhi's sleeve, and her pretty face was full of surprise.

"Don't you feel... that Joan of Arc's form of existence sounds a little... familiar?"

After being reminded by his daughter, Ning Fengzhi had a sudden inspiration, and his expression instantly became serious.

“Indeed, the energy composition that Miss Jeanne described is so similar in essence to those negative energy bodies that are born from filth and only know how to destroy and devour. However… those negative energy bodies are chaotic and violent, devoid of reason and intelligence, like wild beasts, while Miss Jeanne possesses complete wisdom, a clear will, and noble character.”

"We have reached preliminary conclusions on this matter."

Joan of Arc confirmed their observations, a knowing glint in her azure eyes.

"Based on my investigation and analysis with Ms. Aglaia, we and those beings born from those filthy places do indeed originate from the same power foundation."

"If we call those of us who possess complete consciousness and form 'Servants,' then perhaps they could be called 'Shadow Servants.'"

Joan of Arc further elaborated on their findings.

"It is precisely because of this shared origin that when we purify those shadow followers and the filth they occupy, the pure, shared energy that dissipates can be safely absorbed and transformed by us, becoming resources to strengthen ourselves. Moreover, this strengthening seems to have no obvious upper limit for the time being."

Upon hearing Joan of Arc's explanation, Ning Fengzhi and the others fell silent once again, exchanging shocked and complex glances.

Two seemingly independent anomalies—the Holy Grail War and the Stain—point to the same incomprehensible power at their root.

The truth behind this is chilling upon closer examination, and it has amplified their curiosity and created an indescribable sense of dread regarding the world Ning Tian came from, which is ten thousand years in the future.

The temporary accommodations arranged by the Star Luo Empire for Xuanzi and his party were simpler and more practical than the elaborately decorated courtyard of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, but they also perfectly isolated them from the outside world, creating a peaceful haven of their own.

In a guest room that had already been equipped with a simple soundproof soul-guided barrier, Ma Xiaotao, Han Ruoruo, and Aglaia, whose figure was ethereal and whose temperament was as deep and mysterious as the starry sky, were sitting around a simple wooden table.

The atmosphere in the room was completely different from the solemnity on Ning Tian's side, and it exuded a more relaxed feeling.

Han Ruoruo gently turned the pages of a book about the geography of the mainland with her slender fingers, but her gaze was not fully focused on the pages.

She said calmly, "Xiao Tao, you should have sensed Elder Xuan's attitude as well. The inheritance of divine positions... what this means for our era, which has not seen any gods for ten thousand years, is self-evident. Elder Xuan and the others probably won't let this opportunity slip by. We... also need to make the corresponding preparations as soon as possible."

Upon hearing this, a hint of undisguised arrogance and untamed spirit flashed in Ma Xiaotao's crimson eyes, which were like burning flames.

She lazily crossed her arms, leaning back in her chair with a relaxed air, her tone carrying a sense of composure, even tinged with a hint of disdain:

"Sister Ruoruo, is there any need to feel it? It's obvious."

A slightly sarcastic smile curved her lips.

"The so-called 'ancestors' are nothing more than counterparts in this parallel world who happen to have similar names and martial spirits. Just because they bear the names recorded in our historical records, should we hand over this readily available opportunity to become a god, which is enough to change our destiny, and willingly become mere supporting characters?"

Ma Xiaotao truly disdained those so-called ancestors.

The fat man named Ma Hongjun was far from the image of her wise and powerful ancestor that she had imagined, and his strength was even more disappointing to her, unbelievably weak.

(End of this chapter)