"Truly terrifying; is this the young sect master's strength?" Liu Ruyan, a newly promoted Title Douluo who didn't know much about Ning Rongrong, couldn't help but have a drop of cold sweat bead on her forehead.
Several years ago, when Ning Rongrong hadn't demonstrated her strength to the enshrines.
Many senior enshrines with considerable strength had quite a few complaints about Ning Rongrong.
As Ning Fengzhi's children, it was obvious that Ning Fengzhi was extremely biased toward Ning Rongrong; logically, this shouldn't be the conduct of a sect master.
But Tokisaki Kurumi had forcefully intervened, beating everyone in the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect who opposed her from top to bottom, so the enshrines' dissatisfaction with Ning Rongrong came to an abrupt end.
Among those beaten back then was also her, who was a Soul Douluo in the eighties at the time.
Back then, Tokisaki Kurumi hadn't said she was related to Ning Rongrong, but she did say:
"The position of young sect master of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect can only be Ning Rongrong's; if not, it must be. Tell them not to meddle in others' business; she isn't as good-tempered as Ning Rongrong."
Then, one or two enshrines who didn't get the point and were stubborn went to complain to Ning Fengzhi.
Not only did the complaints sink like stones into the sea, but they were beaten again by Kurumi, who even healed their injuries while beating them.
Thinking of those events back then, Liu Ruyan felt her scalp go numb.
"So impressive!" Ning Yun's voice came from beside her; Liu Ruyan glanced over with her peripheral vision.
Ning Yun's eyes were clear, completely without the dejection of being surpassed by his own sister.
Thinking about it, how could he compare when he couldn't even see the taillights of his sister's carriage?
"Come out; as a dignified second-tier god, you don't even have the courage to face me?"
In Ning Rongrong's hand, the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda appeared, slowly flying above Ning Tian's bed, its emitted gentle light completely enveloping Ning Tian.
The soul rings revealed by the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda shocked everyone present.
Blood-red luster spread outward, faintly entwined with golden ripples.
"This..."
The Title Douluos present, including Ye Renxin, were all stunned.
Really, this scene was somewhat absurd.
Red, red, red, red, red, red, brilliant gold, brilliant gold.
Lou Gao's soul rings were shocking enough with two 100,000-year ones, but compared to Ning Rongrong's now, it was like comparing a small sorcerer to a grand one.
"100,000-year soul rings, and... golden million-year ones."
In the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, quite a few people were curious about Ning Rongrong's golden soul rings.
Back when Ning Rongrong first revealed her soul rings, the seventh one was golden, and some had inquired about it.
Ning Rongrong had only said it was stronger than 100,000 years.
This "stronger," generally no one had guessed, but apart from a very few people present, all had obtained 100,000-year soul rings; the oppressive feeling of soul rings couldn't be unseen.
Moreover, most also knew the classifications of soul beasts above 100,000 years, so deducing million-year soul rings wasn't difficult.
"As expected..." Ning Fengzhi sighed with emotion. "Rongrong is even stronger than back when she fought Qian Daoliu."
Fought Qian Daoliu?
Ning Fengzhi's words left the crowd no time to think.
On the bed, Ning Tian, who lay quietly, had specks of white light overflowing from her body.
A moment later, the white light condensed, gathering into a humanoid phantom—very transparent, but faintly one could see it was a woman's form.
"You're very strong." A slightly pleasant voice transmitted from the phantom.
"Leave Ning Tian's body, or you'll die! Completely disappear, soul and all." Ning Rongrong's voice was extremely cold.
Silence, a long silence.
"Even if you didn't say that, I couldn't stay in her body for too long." The woman's voice carried a trace of desolation. "But my hatred hasn't been avenged yet; I can't die now."
"Wanting to possess?" A cold glint flashed in Ning Rongrong's eyes. "You, deprived of your god position, how much power do you have left? Turning Ning Tian into a female is to make possession easier for you, right?"
"Love God, aren't you being too arrogant?"
The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda released a sharp pressure.
Boom—
The entire Zafkiel: City of Devouring Time spread terrifying ripples; the Love God phantom floating above Ning Tian shook violently, seeming on the verge of collapse at any moment.
"Please wait a moment, respected powerhouse." The Love God's tone carried slight urgency; Ning Rongrong's pressure was far more terrifying than her at full strength.
"I have no intention of possessing your brother."
"Do you think I'll believe that?"
Ning Rongrong didn't withdraw the pressure, merely maintaining it at a certain level.
"You and his consciousness have already connected; even for me, forcibly separating them would cause considerable impact."
Not possession?
Heh, husband betrayed, a second-tier god whose emotions had been twisted long-term—what she might do, Ning Rongrong didn't find it strange.
"Regrettably, at the time I had no choice; Ning Tian was the most compatible, so I chose him."
The Love God hadn't expected Ning Rongrong's reaction to be so intense and could only soften her tone.
"With my current soul intensity, I don't even have the ability to possess."
"Then what do you want to do?" Ning Rongrong skipped the previous topic.
She wasn't a tapeworm in the Love God's body; how could she know what the other thought? But she had connected with Ning Tian's soul, even linked.
This was basically the first step of possession; forcibly separating the two would have no small impact on Ning Tian's soul.
"I will give my memories to Ning Tian and strengthen her soul." The Love God said.
"My goal is only one: I hope she can avenge me then."
"After obtaining my memories, plus the body I've remodeled, her chances of breaking through to god level in the future will greatly increase."
"Snort—" Ning Rongrong chuckled. "What a great plan!"
"I only ask you: after you two fuse and wake, is it Ning Tian, or another you?"
"Does that matter?" The Love God was puzzled. "An individual is an individual; even if personality and other aspects change slightly, it's still oneself, right?"
"Yes, but that could also be said to be another soul."
"Right; the Ning Tian then wouldn't be Ning Tian, nor you the Love God, but a new individual fused from both memories and souls."
"I don't understand; consciousness is merely a carrier of memories—if the essence of consciousness hasn't changed, it doesn't count as a change." The Love God's tone carried confusion.
"Humans don't live solely on memories."
"Perhaps..."
The Love God fell silent for a long time, not refuting.
"Several years ago, the Rakshasa God's inheritor came to my Qiankun Asking Love Valley."
"She passed my trial and forcibly severed her connection to the Rakshasa God. I once asked her the same question."
"She told me that people don't live on memories; there's also personality..."
"So, she discarded everything of the Rakshasa God, including the Rakshasa God's divine tool, the Rakshasa Scythe."
"The Rakshasa God's inheritor—you mean Bibi Dong?"
Sword Douluo subconsciously asked.
"That's right; she seemed to call herself that. I didn't expect you all to know too."