Simultaneous Transmigration: From Douluo Continent to the Pinnacle

Within the divine realm passage, spatial power surged wildly, like countless invisible blades slicing through the enormous golden body.

Cracks appeared on the walls of the passage, which groaned under the weight of the burden.

The Golden Dragon King's body was so enormous that the passage was like a narrow tunnel to it, and it had to endure tremendous pressure for every inch it moved forward.

But it doesn't care.

It had endured the torment of its seal for far too long. Imprisoned in that endless darkness for millions of years, it suffered the torment of loneliness and rage day and night. Now, it had finally seen the light of day again, finally able to taste blood once more, and once more hear the dying cries of its enemies. This feeling made its blood boil.

"roar--!!!"

A deafening roar erupted from the passage, like a thunderclap from the heavens, resounding across the Douluo Continent. The oppressive force contained within the sound caused the entire continent to tremble slightly. Countless people looked up in terror, seeing the widening crack in the sky, the golden light shining through it, and the enormous figure emerging from within.

On Mount Qibao, hundreds of powerful figures stood with solemn expressions. They could feel the terrifying aura emanating from the passage, an aura that pressed down on everyone's hearts like a tangible weight, making even some of the weaker Soul Saints feel breathless. But none of them retreated, none of them fled. They knew that behind them lay their homes, their loved ones; they had nowhere left to turn.

Qian Renxue stood at the forefront, wielding the Holy Sword of Light, eight golden wings unfurling behind her, radiating dazzling light. Her gaze was fixed on the crack, sensing the ever-growing aura within. Her heart pounded, her blood boiled, but her hand gripping the sword remained as steady as a rock.

"Here it comes," she said softly.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a loud "boom" was heard, and the crack suddenly widened, from which a golden figure burst out!

The Golden Dragon King has descended.

Its body was so enormous that it almost blotted out the entire sky. Sunlight streamed through the gaps in its body, casting dappled shadows on the ground. It was over a thousand feet long, its entire body covered in palm-sized golden scales, each scale shimmering with a metallic sheen, as if crafted from pure gold. Its head was like a small mountain, its two horns like two sharp swords piercing the heavens. Its eyes were like two blazing suns, burning with golden flames, filled with a tyrannical and destructive desire.

It merely hovered in mid-air, yet it exuded a suffocating pressure. That pressure, almost tangible, enveloped the entire world, making the air thick and viscous. On the ground, some trees couldn't withstand the pressure; their trunks cracked and fell. In the distance, on the sea, giant waves surged, creating towering surges hundreds of meters high.

The Golden Dragon King surveyed the tiny world below, a flicker of disdain in its eyes. It opened its blood-red maw and unleashed a deafening roar: "Insignificant humans, dare you stand in my way? Today, I will turn this continent into a river of blood, and show you ants what true power is!"

Its sound was like rolling thunder, echoing across the entire continent. Countless people, upon hearing this sound, felt a fear that came from the depths of their souls, their legs went weak, and they collapsed to the ground.

But on Qibao Mountain, no one retreated.

Qian Renxue gripped the Holy Sword of Light tightly, coldly staring at the Golden Dragon King: "Golden Dragon King, this is not a place for you to run wild. Either go back to your seal, or—die."

A flash of anger crossed the Golden Dragon King's eyes: "Little angel, how dare you be so insolent before me? Even your ancestor, the Angel God, would have to give me a wide berth! Who do you think you are!"

Qian Renxue didn't waste any more words, but simply raised the Holy Sword of Light in her hand. Golden light flowed across the sword, radiating a sacred and pure aura.

Just then, an old but upright figure appeared beside her.

Dust Heart - Sword Douluo.

He wielded the Seven Kill Sword, his white hair fluttering in the wind, his gaze sharp as a sword. He exuded an aura surpassing that of a Title Douluo—the aura of a self-created godhood. After Lou Gao created the God of Craftsmanship, Chen Xin, with Lin Yao's help, successfully created the God of Swords, becoming a deity himself.

"Golden Dragon King, your opponent is us." Chen Xin's voice was calm, yet it carried an undeniable sword intent.

The Golden Dragon King narrowed its eyes, scrutinizing the two tiny figures before it. It could sense that these two individuals exuded the aura of divinity, though not comparable to the god-kings of the divine realm, it was still enough to warrant its attention.

"Interesting." The Golden Dragon King grinned, revealing a row of sharp teeth like mountain peaks. "I never expected that such a small lower realm could give birth to a deity. But—do you think the two of you can stop me?"

Qian Renxue and Chen Xin exchanged a glance and nodded simultaneously.

"Who said it was just the two of them?"

A voice came from Qibao Mountain. Everyone turned around and saw Ning Fengzhi slowly walking up the platform. His face was pale and his steps were unsteady, but his gaze was exceptionally firm. In his hands, he held the Nine-Treasure Glazed Pagoda, its body radiating nine-colored light.

"Sect Leader Ning!" someone exclaimed, "Your health..."

Ning Fengzhi waved his hand, interrupting him: "It's alright. This battle concerns the survival of the continent; how can I stand idly by?"

He walked to the edge of the platform, looked up at the enormous golden figure in the sky, took a deep breath, and then closed his eyes.

"Nine-Jeweled Glazed Pagoda, heed my command—explode!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a thunderclap, exploding in everyone's ears.

At that moment, the nine spirit rings on the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda simultaneously erupted with dazzling light. The light was so intense that everyone had to squint. Then, the nine spirit rings shattered at the same time, turning into countless specks of light that surged into Ning Fengzhi's body.

"Melting rings—exploding rings—bursting rings—all nine rings explode simultaneously!"

Ning Fengzhi let out a muffled groan, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. But his aura was rising at a terrifying speed. Soul Douluo—Title Douluo—Super Douluo—Demigod—God-level!

In just a few breaths, he forcibly advanced from a support-type Soul Master to a god-level!

This is the ultimate technique of the Soul Ring Explosion—detonating all nine Soul Rings simultaneously to gain temporary god-level power. However, the price is extremely high—once the Soul Ring Explosion ends, his Martial Soul will be completely shattered, and he will become a cripple.

"Dad!" Ning Rongrong exclaimed, tears welling up in her eyes.

Ning Fengzhi did not turn around. His gaze was fixed on the Golden Dragon King, his hands forming a hand seal, and the light of the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda shone brightly once more.

"Nine treasures are revealed, and a soul is reborn!"

"The power of the Nine Treasures is: first, strength; second, speed; third, soul; fourth, defense; fifth, attack; sixth, enhancement; seventh, spirit; eighth, immortality; and ninth, invincibility!"

Nine beams of light shot out from the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda, landing on Qian Renxue and Chen Xin respectively. Their strength, speed, soul power, defense, attack, and amplification were all greatly enhanced. More importantly, they gained the seventh soul skill—Divine Power Amplification, the eighth soul skill—Immortal Body, and the ninth soul skill—Invincible Divine Light!

"Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda, all Soul Skills Support - Power Doubled!" Ning Fengzhi shouted, and the light of the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda surged once more.

The light emanating from Qian Renxue and Chen Xin also surged. Their power doubled once more, reaching an unprecedented level.

"Thank you, Sect Master Ning." Chen Xin gripped the Seven Kill Sword tightly, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

Qian Renxue didn't speak, but a hint of gratitude appeared in her eyes.

"Let's go." Ning Fengzhi's voice was weak, but still firm. "Don't let my sacrifice be in vain."

Chen Xin nodded, then took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

His mind sank into the Seven Kill Sword, sensing the sword intent contained within it. That was the sword path he had pursued all his life, the sword spirit he had condensed with his life's blood. He could feel that the Seven Kill Sword was resonating with him, calling him to unleash its strongest sword move.

"Seven Kill Sword - Ultimate Sublimation!"

He opened his eyes, and two sword beams shot out from them. His body began to glow, and a terrifying sword intent surged forth from within him, soaring straight into the sky. The sword intent was so intense that it tore apart the clouds in the sky and cracked the rocks on the ground.

His aura surged once again at this moment—five times! All his attributes increased fivefold!

With the amplification from Ning Fengzhi and his own ultimate sublimation, Chen Xin's attack power has now reached the level of a God-King!

"Golden Dragon King—take my sword!"

Chen Xin shouted and swung the Seven Kill Sword, unleashing a powerful strike.

That sword strike seemed to gather all the light in the world. A sword beam a thousand feet long extended from the Seven Kill Sword, carrying the power to cut through everything, and slashed towards the Golden Dragon King.

A hint of solemnity flashed in the Golden Dragon King's eyes. He opened his massive maw and spewed out a golden dragon breath. That dragon breath contained millions of years of cultivation, and space itself distorted wherever it passed.

The sword's edge clashed with the dragon's breath.

"boom--!!!"

A deafening roar shook the entire world. Centered on the point of impact, a terrifying energy wave spread outwards in all directions, shattering the clouds in the sky and uprooting all the trees on the ground.

The sword light severed the dragon's breath and continued its slash towards the Golden Dragon King.

A flicker of surprise crossed the Golden Dragon King's eyes, and it quickly dodged to the side. But the sword strike was too fast, too fast for it to completely evade. The sword's edge struck its left wing, producing a deafening clang of metal clashing and sending sparks flying.

The Golden Dragon King let out a painful roar. A deep wound appeared on its left wing, from which golden blood flowed, dripping onto the ground and corroding huge pits.

"It hurts...it hurts so much!" the Golden Dragon King roared. "How dare you hurt me! How dare you hurt me!"

It went mad. It opened its massive maw and spewed out an even more ferocious dragon breath, blasting towards Chen Xin. Its dragon tail swept across, carrying the power to destroy everything, lashing towards Qian Renxue.

But Chen Xin and Qian Renxue are no longer the same people they were before. With Ning Fengzhi's enhancement, their strength has reached a completely new level.

Chen Xin swung his sword again, aiming at the dragon's breath. Qian Renxue spread her eight wings, transforming into a golden streak of light, dodging the sweeping dragon tail, and then wielded the Holy Sword of Light, slashing at the Golden Dragon King's neck.

The two humans and the dragon engaged in an earth-shattering battle in the sky.

Sword light flashed, dragon breath surged, and golden blood splattered across the sky. Chen Xin's swordsmanship was sharp and precise, each strike hitting the Golden Dragon King's vital points; Qian Renxue's movements were agile and swift, each attack leaving the Golden Dragon King struggling to keep up.

Although the Golden Dragon King was powerful, it was completely overwhelmed by the combined attack of the two. Wounds appeared all over its body, golden blood staining its scales. Its roars grew increasingly furious, yet increasingly feeble.

"Impossible...this is impossible!" the Golden Dragon King roared. "How could you ants possibly harm me?!"

"Nothing is impossible," Chen Xin said coldly, and with another slash, left a deep wound on the Golden Dragon King's abdomen.

Qian Renxue seized the opportunity and slashed at the Golden Dragon King's right eye with her sword. The Golden Dragon King let out a shrill scream as his right eye was blinded, and golden blood gushed from its socket.

It finally got scared.

It tried to escape, to retreat back to the divine realm. But how could Qian Renxue and Chen Xin give it that chance? The two of them acted simultaneously, blocking its escape route.

"It's over." Qian Renxue raised the Holy Sword of Light, preparing to deliver a fatal blow to the Golden Dragon King.

Just then, something unexpected happened.

Suddenly, a vague figure emerged from the Golden Dragon King's body. It was the figure of a woman, dressed in a long black dress, with a haggard face and her eyes closed, as if she were asleep.

Qian Renxue's body suddenly stiffened.

She recognized the woman.

Bibi Dong—her mother.

"Mother..." Qian Renxue's voice trembled.

The figure slowly opened her eyes and looked at Qian Renxue. In her eyes, there was no resentment, no anger, only a deep weariness and sorrow.

"Xue'er..." she called softly.

Qian Renxue's hand gripping the sword trembled. She could feel the presence of her mother within that figure; it was real, not an illusion. That damned Gong Changwei had actually imprisoned her mother's soul within the Golden Dragon King, using it as leverage to blackmail her!

"Despicable!" Qian Renxue said through gritted teeth.

The Golden Dragon King seized the opportunity to retreat a short distance, panting heavily. A smug glint flashed in its eyes: "How about it, Angel God? Are you willing to harm your mother?"

Qian Renxue did not answer. Her gaze was fixed on that figure, on that familiar yet unfamiliar face, on those sorrowful eyes. A complex mix of emotions welled up within her—anger, sadness, resentment, and…longing.

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