Douluo Continent: A Review of the Top Ten Martial Souls, Qian Renxue Breaks Through Defenses

Chapter 130 Ning Rongrong

The icy white pillar of light in the far north had not completely dissipated, and the terrifying pressure that caused the continent's temperature to plummet and souls to freeze still echoed between heaven and earth, like an invisible hand of frost, gripping the throats of all living beings.

The shock brought by Xue Di's appearance on the list far exceeded that of the past—not because of the destructive power she displayed, but because of the significance she represented.

Innate beings, the bloodline of the Ice God, the successor to the divine throne... these terms were merely vague legends in ancient texts, but now they have truly descended upon the world.

After a brief period of silence, various forces on the mainland fell into a deeper state of panic and scheming.

Deep within the Heavenly Dou Imperial Palace, Emperor Xue Ye slumped on his jewel-encrusted throne, spilling the calming medicine offered by his attendants all over the floor.

His eyes were vacant as he stared at the lingering, icy afterglow on the northern horizon, his lips trembling uncontrollably.

"Descendants of the gods...the legacy of the Ice God...my empire...my kingdom..."

His words were broken and he was almost delirious.

The old eunuch knelt to one side, not daring to speak, but quietly signaled to the imperial physician to prepare sedative medicine.

In the Starry Sky Palace, Dai Tianfeng stood on the Star Gazing Platform, the cold wind blowing against his imperial robes.

Behind him stood three royal retainers, all of whom were Super Douluo with soul power exceeding level 95, yet they too wore solemn expressions.

"Your Majesty, the Star Luo Empire must make a decision."

The eldest elder said in a deep voice, "Bibi Dong has become a quasi-god, Xue Di is a descendant of the Ice God, and Poseidon has come across the sea... None of these three forces are ones we can contend with."

Dai Tianfeng remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking: "I know. Issue the order to activate 'Project Hidden Dragon,' and secretly transfer all direct descendants of the royal family to isolated islands overseas in batches. The Empire... must prepare for the worst."

The atmosphere in the council hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was oppressive. Ning Fengzhi sat in the main seat, his fingers unconsciously tapping the armrest.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin stood by the window, while Bone Douluo Gu Rong paced anxiously.

"Fengzhi, we must act immediately on Rongrong's side."

Bone Douluo stopped in his tracks, his tone urgent, "Rongrong's Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda was originally the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's top secret. Now that it has been made public by the 'Goddess Ranking,' I wonder how many people will covet it!"

Sword Douluo turned around, a hint of sword intent flashing in his eyes: "Old Bones is right. The strategic value of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda is comparable to that of an army of 100,000 in a large-scale war."

“Bibi Dong is ambitious and will never allow such a variable to exist.”

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, about to speak—

At this moment of extreme oppression, a sixth crack appeared in the sky without warning.

This anomaly came so suddenly that many Soul Masters failed to notice it immediately.

It wasn't because it was large-scale—quite the opposite, the crack appeared almost silently.

It was a gentle light.

It started as just a faint glimmer of light at the edge of the sky, like the softest glow of dawn.

But the light spread rapidly, not violently tearing apart, but like ink spreading on rice paper, gently yet irresistibly filling the entire field of vision.

Nine colors—the passion of red, the warmth of orange, the brightness of yellow, the vitality of green, the depth of cyan, the tranquility of blue, the mystery of purple, the nobility of gold, and the purity of silver—intertwine and blend together, yet remain distinct, painting a magnificent picture in the sky.

The light was not dazzling; instead, it gave people a strange sense of peace. Many civilians who had knelt in fear during the previous strange phenomenon involuntarily raised their heads and stared blankly at the nine-colored sky, their fear being quietly soothed by some warm power.

However, the truly powerful sensed something was amiss immediately.

"This kind of breath..."

At the top of the Papal Palace in Wuhun City, Bibi Dong's dark golden eyes suddenly narrowed. "It's not a combat-type power... it's..." Her words stopped abruptly because she saw the phantom slowly gathering in the center of the scroll.

A tower.

The nine-story pagoda is as crystal clear as the finest glass, with each floor displaying a different color, from the crimson of the bottom floor to the silvery-white of the top floor, creating distinct yet harmonious layers.

The tower stands straight, its spire seemingly piercing the sky, while its base is as stable as the earth's foundation.

Countless tiny runes flickered on the tower, each rune containing the secrets of auxiliary principles such as "amplification," "protection," "purification," and "resonance."

"Nine-Jeweled Glazed Pagoda".

Bibi Dong slowly uttered the name, her voice carrying a rare hint of solemnity, "It was actually it..."

As the Pope of the Spirit Hall, she understood the significance of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda better than anyone else.

This is not a combat spirit, but it has more strategic value than any combat spirit.

A Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Soul Master who has cultivated to the Title Douluo level is enough to turn the tide of a large-scale war, amplifying the entire Soul Master army with his own strength, giving ordinary soldiers the combat power to contend with low-level Soul Masters.

"This kind of martial spirit... should have been lost to the world."

Bibi Dong frowned slightly, "The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's sect leaders throughout history have only reached level seventy-nine at most, and no one has ever broken through to the eighth ring, let alone the ninth..."

Suddenly, something occurred to her, and a cold glint flashed in her eyes: "Unless... it's that girl."

The Deep Sea Demon Whale Sea, an endless abyss.

The Demon Emperor didn't even bother to look up.

"A boring glimmer." She scoffed, continuing to immerse herself in refining the abyssal demonic energy. To her, this kind of support-type martial soul, devoid of any offensive power, no matter how great its potential, was nothing more than a toy for ants.

"True power has always been in the hands of the strong who can destroy everything."

On the high seas, the prow of Poseidon's ship.

The high priest of the sea god's deep blue eyes reflected a nine-colored halo, his expression thoughtful.

"The Nine-Jeweled Glazed Pagoda... I never thought I could still see it in this era."

She murmured to herself, "The ancient records of Seagod Island state that ten thousand years ago, a Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Soul Master assisted Lord Seagod in conquering the four seas. His amplification ability could even temporarily increase Lord Seagod's divine power by 30%..."

She turned to look at an elderly island-guarding Douluo beside her: "I remember that the ancient records refer to that Soul Master as the 'Glassy Saintess'?"

The old Douluo respectfully replied, "Yes, High Priest. According to the records, the Saintess of Glazed Glass remained at the Soul Douluo level throughout her life and failed to break through to the title level. Otherwise, her support abilities would have been comparable to those of a third-level god."

Poseidon nodded slowly, his gaze returning to the sky: "It seems that this generation's successor of the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda is going to complete the unfinished path of our ancestors."

In the far north, before the ancient ice cave.

Xue Di merely glanced at it briefly before looking away.

Hyotei, standing to the side, was quite curious: "Sister, that tower is quite beautiful."

"Fancy."

The Snow Empress's voice was cold and clear, "No matter how strong the support is, it still depends on others. A true strong person can surpass all things with their own strength."

(End of this chapter)