Douluo Continent: The Ten Kings of Hell, I am the Emperor of the Underworld

Chapter 169 The Ninth Trial of the Underworld Emperor, Six Paths of Reincarnation
[The Ninth Test of the Underworld Emperor: To forge the Six Paths of Reincarnation, collect six divine artifacts and the souls of six deceased deities, and shape the Six Paths of Reincarnation.]

After receiving the reward from the eighth divine test of the Yin Emperor, Ning Qiuyang successfully broke through to level 90 and absorbed a divinely bestowed soul ring.

And the ninth test of the Underworld Emperor followed.

"A divine artifact? And the soul of a god?"

Ning Qiuyang waved his hand, and two streaks of light flew over from a distance.

"It seems that my unintentional action earlier has come in handy."

During the battle of Wuhun City, Ning Qiuyang took the Rakshasa God's divine weapon, the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, into the underworld.

Previously, when he fought against the gods of the divine realm from afar, he also managed to steal the Asura God's divine weapon, the Asura Demon Sword.

"Of the six divine artifacts, we already have two. However, to collect the souls of the gods, we must confront the gods themselves."

Although the gods of the divine realm have projected their images into the mortal world, their true forms rarely descend to earth. We need to find a way to attract the gods of the divine realm down to earth.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be so easy to conquer the realm of gods; with the current power of the underworld, it's practically impossible.

Ning Qiuyang ended his seclusion and came to the Three Lives Stone.

Obtaining the souls of gods and the dead is not something that can be done in a short time, but there is a divine artifact that can be planned in advance.

Ning Qiuyang reached out and touched the Three Lives Stone, then closed his eyes and stood there, as if searching for something.

Suddenly, a faint light emanated from the Three Lives Stone, enveloping Ning Qiuyang.

A moment later, Ning Qiuyang, whose height, build, and appearance had completely changed, slowly opened his eyes.

"That way, it will be flawless."

"You... Brother Qiuyang, how did you turn into Xue Qinghe?"

On the Bridge of Helplessness, Ning Rongrong had been watching this side. When she saw Ning Qiuyang suddenly appear alive, she ran over in surprise.

"Is this some kind of disguise technique? It's so realistic!"

Ning Rongrong reached out and tugged at Ning Qiuyang's face, finding it to be normal skin without any trace of disguise.

"Rongrong, stop fooling around."

"Xue Qinghe" spoke.

Ning Rongrong shuddered.

"Brother Qiuyang, don't talk to me like that. Even though I know it's you, I just feel like there's someone else standing in front of me."

Ning Rongrong and Xue Qinghe had met a few times, but it was always Qian Renxue disguised as Xue Qinghe.

Qian Renxue had spent a long time in the underworld, but Ning Rongrong was unaware that she had impersonated Xue Qinghe.

Ning Qiuyang walked to the banks of the River of Oblivion and looked at his current appearance through the water.

"There is still some gap."

Ning Qiuyang's transformation into Xue Qinghe's appearance using the Three Lives Stone was not a simple disguise; rather, it was a transformation based on the records of the Three Lives Stone.

This change was almost a disguise at the soul level; even the God King himself couldn't see through Ning Qiuyang's disguise.

Qian Renxue had been lurking in the Heavenly Dou Imperial Palace for many years, existing as Xue Qinghe for far too long. Her face did initially resemble Xue Qinghe's, but after so many years, she couldn't remain unchanged. Instead, she matured and adjusted herself.

However, this makes her appearance somewhat different from Xue Qinghe's own appearance at this age.

Logically speaking, Ning Qiuyang is now closest to Xue Qinghe's true appearance, but he has to make some minor adjustments to the fake one.

"I must return to the palace now, Rongrong, you continue making the soup."

"Hey, Brother Qiuyang, wait a minute."

Ning Rongrong was still wondering when Ning Qiuyang had already left.

……

Wuhun City, the Pope's Palace.

The seat that once belonged to Bibi Dong now has a new owner.

Qian Renxue frowned as she looked at the Spirit Hall's files and some important matters that needed to be dealt with.

Since Bibi Dong took over, the Spirit Hall has left behind too many hidden dangers.

Bibi Dong had no intention of letting the Spirit Hall continue its glory; in fact, she wanted to destroy it herself. She deliberately made disadvantageous choices regarding many matters concerning the Spirit Hall's interests. Qian Renxue grew increasingly angry, wishing she could summon Bibi Dong and give her a good beating.

Organizing all these complex and numerous issues is a tedious and boring task.

Fortunately, Qian Renxue had honed her skills in the Heavenly Dou Empire. No matter how complex these matters were, they were nothing compared to governing a country.

The Spirit Hall's strength and influence are indeed superior to the two great empires, but the Spirit Hall is only responsible for matters concerning spirit masters, while the empires also need to deal with a large number of mundane issues, so their workloads are not on the same level.

Therefore, even though Qian Renxue became the Pope, she was actually less busy than when she was the Crown Prince a few years ago.

"I don't want to give up the identity of Xue Qinghe easily. I need to go back to Tiandou City in a few days."

Even if Qian Renxue were to give up the identity of Xue Qinghe, she couldn't do it now.

After all, Xue Qinghe came to Wuhun City as the Crown Prince, so he can't just disappear without a trace. He should at least return to Tiandou City, or disappear again after a while.

Just as Qian Renxue shifted her thoughts and pondered whether or not to retain her other identity, a chilling aura rose from a corner of the Spirit Hall, followed by a faint voice.

"Qian Renxue, give me back my life."

"who?"

Qian Renxue was initially shocked and looked towards the corner, where she spotted Xue Qinghe.

Qian Renxue's gaze shifted, quickly changing from shock to confusion, and then to anger.

"Ning Qiuyang, is it fun to dress up as a ghost and scare people? You finally come to see me, and you still scare people."

Qian Renxue first complained for a while, then curiously walked up to Ning Qiuyang and pinched Ning Qiuyang's face as well.

"How did you do that? It's so realistic! It's even more beautiful than Qianrenxue Qinghe."

Qian Renxue had impersonated Xue Qinghe for many years, and her performance was incredibly lifelike. However, in front of Ning Qiuyang, she realized that even with the help of her soul bone and being exactly like Xue Qinghe, she couldn't compare to Ning Qiuyang's soul-deep resemblance.

"You can recognize me?"

Ning Qiuyang pulled down Qian Renxue's restless hand and asked.

“I don’t recognize it,” Qian Renxue shook her head, “but I can guess.”

"After all, you are the head of the underworld, and I am the Ghost Emperor of the underworld. What blind soul would dare to appear in front of me?"

"That's right, I thought there was some flaw in it."

Qian Renxue took Ning Qiuyang's hand and led him to the papal throne, where she asked him to sit down. Then she nestled in Ning Qiuyang's arms.

"How does it feel to hug the Pope? Doesn't it feel like you're hugging the whole world?"

Ning Qiuyang stroked Qian Renxue's small hand.

"You pope, you look like a tyrant. Don't you dare to follow in Bibi Dong's footsteps."

Qian Renxue turned her head and glared at Ning Qiuyang.

"I'm not going to follow her example and dig my own grave. Just relax a little, and tell me if you like it or not?"

"like."

Ning Qiuyang told the truth.

"I knew it."

Qian Renxue's pretty face flushed slightly as she nestled her cheek against Ning Qiuyang, savoring the rare warmth and tranquility.

"Alright, I have things to do. Show me how you look like Xue Qinghe again."

After a long while, Ning Qiuyang said.

Qian Renxue suddenly turned around and looked at Ning Qiuyang with disdain.

"Didn't you used to hate me for having that face? Has your taste changed? Hmm~"

"Don't talk nonsense."

Ning Qiuyang tapped her.

"You are the Pope now, so you can't leave at will. I'll borrow Xue Qinghe's identity for now."

(End of this chapter)