Chapter 36 The Shock of the Divine God of the Continent, Fifty Thousand Years of Immortality!
Dugu Yan, who had been silent for a long time, asked respectfully, her voice trembling, "Teacher Fu Hua, your spirit rings are too exaggerated! Five black and four red as a base? Now they're even all red? You clearly only have a single spirit ring, so why is your configuration as exaggerated as the Dean's, who has twin spirit rings?!"
As the granddaughter of Poison Douluo, she knew what this meant; it completely overturned the common sense of the spirit master world!
If someone claimed to possess a technique that could increase the age of absorbed spirit rings, that person would undoubtedly become the most popular and respected person on the entire continent.
Unlike Yu Xiaogang, a hypocrite with only a hollow reputation, Fu Hua's title of Divine God of the Continent was not given lightly. With tens of thousands of self-created spirit skills, which spirit master wouldn't be shocked for at least half an hour?
Shui Bing'er gasped, "Did I see that right? Fu Hua has lived for 50,000 years? And created tens of thousands of soul skills during that time?"
Ye Lingling nodded vigorously, "Is Fu Hua really human? I feel like we're not even in the same dimension as her."
Kiana hid behind Raiden Mei and whispered, "So Fu Hua has always been this powerful? I thought she was just a rather rigid martial arts instructor before. You can't see such profound skill in normal times. Fu Hua seems to use only the simplest moves."
Raiden Mei said helplessly, "Is it possible that Fu Hua doesn't need those fancy moves at all? Just these 50,000 years of accumulation... I know that sounds a bit offensive, but Fu Hua's combat experience, Feather Crossing, and immortality are just too unfair."
Bronya's Heavy Bunny, after just one glance at Fu Hua in her Crimson Kite form, flashed red light as if it was about to go berserk and emitted a cold warning sound:
"Warning! Target energy level exceeds observation limit! Logic module overload! Unable to analyze its existence!"
Ji Zi snapped out of her reverie, letting out a long breath, and said with a wry smile to Li Sushang beside her, "Now I understand, when I sparred with her before, she probably didn't even use a tenth of her strength."
Li Sushang looked at Fu Hua, her eyes burning with unprecedented fighting spirit, but even more so with heartfelt admiration:
"Of course, Fu Hua is my old friend, the strongest martial god in Shenzhou. Although I may never reach her level no matter how hard I cultivate, it is truly a blessing to be born in the same era as someone like you!"
She knew that Fu Hua's strength at this moment had reached a level that was difficult for mortals to attain, probably only a god could achieve.
Of course, everyone knows how low the value of gods is in Douluo Continent; ordinary gods or low-level gods would only be cannon fodder if they encountered the Crimson Phoenix Immortal at full power.
Perhaps only the few god kings in the god realm had the right to say that they could easily defeat Fu Hua.
Zhang Yi looked at Fu Hua, his eyes filled with satisfaction and pride. He proclaimed loudly, "Congratulations, Teacher Fu Hua! Your Holy Soul has returned to one, and your Martial God Path has reached new heights! You truly deserve to be called the renowned guardian of the Divine Continent!"
At this moment, all the forces on the Douluo Continent were stunned and bewildered by the continuous shocks.
"A single Martial Soul can achieve a configuration of five black and four red Soul Rings? How is this possible?!"
"Wait, am I seeing things? Fifty thousand years of cultivation?! Is she an old monster who has lived since the Mythical Era?!"
"Tens of thousands of self-created Soul Skills?! How is this possible? How can one person master so many Soul Skills?!"
"Is that move called Feather Crossing Dust? It can split consciousness, resurrect infinitely, and even grant immortality! How can we fight against her? An unkillable peerless Douluo, she is simply a nightmare for all enemies!"
"She can even maintain her Martial Soul True Body state permanently. I can't believe just how far this Martial God's control over power has reached?!"
Exclamations, horrors, and even trembling voices filled with despair swept across the entire continent.
Fu Hua's power had exceeded their wildest imaginations; it was a despairing gap built upon endless time.
Spirit Hall, Pope's Palace.
Bibi Dong's Rakshasa divine power fluctuated violently, revealing her extreme inner turmoil.
She looked at Fu Hua, standing motionless like a mountain in the sky, her robes as vibrant as fire, and a chilling coldness rose from the depths of her heart.
"Fifty thousand years old, immortal, the Martial God of the Divine Land..."
Bibi Dong's voice trembled with each word: "What kind of monsters are hiding around Zhang Yi? This teacher named Fu Hua's strength is probably close to that of a god, or even... surpasses it!"
For the first time, she clearly realized that in the face of truly ancient beings, even she, a peerless Douluo with twin martial souls, seemed not insurmountable.
An unkillable enemy is always the most terrifying!
The Hall of Offerings.
Qian Daoliu remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking, commenting, "A lifespan of fifty thousand years, a martial god of the Divine Land, having transcended the mortal world... Such an existence cannot be simply summarized by the word 'Soul Master.'"
"Her martial arts, her spirit, and even her life form are all extraordinary. Compared to her, we so-called peerless Douluo are nothing more than toddlers learning to walk."
"To be precise, this Fu Hua herself is already a living myth."
The Golden Crocodile Douluo and other elders were all silent. The pride they held as top combatants of the Spirit Hall was shattered at this moment by the ever-present faculty power of the Collapse Academy!
Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
Ning Fengzhi stared blankly at the sky, murmuring softly, "A lifespan of fifty thousand years, tens of thousands of self-created soul skills... Uncle Sword, Uncle Bone, if Rongrong has the opportunity to study under this teacher, it would be an honor beyond measure."
Sword Douluo Chen Xin, holding the Seven Kill Sword, remained silent. He had dedicated his life to the sword, believing he had glimpsed the pinnacle of swordsmanship.
But Fu Hua's Void Sword God, imbued with "divine essence," and her vast, ocean-like martial arts foundation made him feel like a frog at the bottom of a well, gazing at the starry sky.
An unprecedented sense of insignificance welled up in his heart.
He silently thought to himself, "My Seven Kill Sword Dao is probably not even qualified to make her take it seriously in front of this Martial God... Let alone making Rongrong a disciple, even I want to go to the Honkai Academy to become a disciple after seeing this!"
Bone Douluo Gu Rong opened his mouth, but in the end, it turned into a long sigh, and he couldn't say anything.
The entire Haotian Sect was deathly silent.
Tang Xiao and all the elders were dumbfounded. They had previously felt resentful and unwilling because of the Haotian Sect and their ancestor Tang Chen's ranking of twentieth.
At this moment, seeing Fu Hua's display of strength, which was like a dimensional attack, they suddenly felt that they and their sect's ancestor were the worst of the worst.
Since its founding, the Clear Sky Sect has only created a handful of its own soul skills: the Great Sumeru Hammer, the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique, the Hammer that Shakes Heaven and Earth, the Nine Absolute Skills of Clear Sky, etc... Adding them all up, they certainly don't exceed ten. Compared to Fu Hua, who has lived for fifty thousand years, mastered the secret of immortality, is proficient in all martial arts, and whose soul ring configuration is nothing short of miraculous, Ancestor Tang Chen truly seems like a firefly vying for the moon's brilliance.
A sudden sense of despair and clarity, a feeling of recognizing reality, inexplicably enveloped the entire Clear Sky Sect.
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