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Feng Xiao's pupils constricted, and a rare look of surprise appeared on his face. Qian Renxue, however, had already risen, her golden dress trailing across the green jade floor. Her fingertips gently caressed the window frame as she gazed at the golden roof of the distant imperial palace, her voice like a long river flowing through time.
"A thousand years ago, the continent was engulfed in war, with corpses strewn everywhere. At that time, my ancestor had already reached the Titled Douluo realm. She used her divine force to quell the war, purify the plague, and bring hope to the beings on the continent." She turned to gaze at Feng Xiao, "During this process, she discovered a very magical power."
"Is it the power of faith?" Feng Xiao's eyes flickered as he slowly spoke.
"Precisely." Qian Renxue nodded, a faint six-winged phantom appearing behind her. "And my ancestor was the legendary Angel God, and also the first Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall."
Feng Xiao appropriately showed a look of shock, muttering in a low voice: "God." The word echoed in the study for a long time.
A sacred radiance flowed in Qian Renxue's golden eyes, her voice as solemn as a scripture chanting: "That's right, it's God. My ancestor broke through the shackles of ninety-ninth rank back then, her spirit power reaching one hundredth rank, achieving the Angel God, and the key to becoming a god lies in this power of faith." She condensed a ray of holy light at her fingertips, "Grandpa once told me that no matter how strong a Spirit Master's talent is, breaking through to ninety-ninth rank is already the limit of a mortal's lifespan. In the face of the great limit of life and death, even the most astonishing talent is like an ant trying to shake a tree."
The holy light in her palm transformed into countless specks of light: "The power of faith is a very mysterious power; it originates from the mental force of life but transcends the spiritual realm. Whether it's a Spirit Master, Spirit Beast, or plant spirit, as long as there is recognition in their hearts…" The specks of light suddenly gathered into a galaxy, "they can all contribute this power to you." The galaxy then transformed into a rain of light, scattering down, "My ancestor also broke through to the hundredth rank in this way back then."
Feng Xiao toyed with a wisp of light rain, the corners of his lips slightly upturned: "So, you're saying I actually have the potential to become a god?"
Qian Renxue gave him an annoyed side glance, her golden hair swaying gently with the movement of her head: "It's not that easy." A wisp of sacred flame condensed at her fingertips, "Faith has depths, and power naturally has strengths and weaknesses. Back then, my ancestor…" An illusion of an angel purifying the world appeared in the flame, "saved the lives of the entire continent to break through the limit between god and mortal."
"Saving the continent, huh?" Feng Xiao stroked his chin thoughtfully.
"Precisely." Qian Renxue dissipated the flame, stating seriously, "This is also the original intention of Spirit Hall's establishment."
Feng Xiao suddenly smiled, sunlight filtering through the window, casting dappled shadows on his handsome profile: "It's fine. We have plenty of time, maybe I can too."
Qian Renxue gazed at Feng Xiao's confident demeanor, her breathing unconsciously pausing slightly, a tingling sensation like a feather lightly brushing her heart.
"What's wrong?" Feng Xiao suddenly leaned closer, his warm breath caressing her ear, eliciting a soft chuckle.
Qian Renxue suddenly snapped back to reality, a hint of annoyance flashing in her golden eyes. She raised her hand and delivered a light punch, but couldn't hide her slightly reddened ear tips.
Qian Renxue, blushing, changed the subject: "Just now you said you already had a target…" Her gaze shifted slightly, "Could it be…"
Before she finished speaking, Feng Xiao smiled and shook his head: "Are you talking about the one from the Spirit Master tournament?"
"What else?" Qian Renxue raised an eyebrow.
Feng Xiao shook his head and said, "It's still too early for now." Feng Xiao said, a hint of mystery flashing in his eyes, "However, whether we can meet in the future… depends on luck."
Qian Renxue nodded elegantly: "Then I will have Uncle She and Uncle Ci accompany you."
Feng Xiao accepted with a smile. Qian Renxue then parted her red lips, transmitting a secret message. Before long, two figures with profound auras appeared silently before the study door, respectfully saluting Qian Renxue: "Greetings, Young Master."
Qian Renxue raised her jade hand: "There's no need for formalities, Uncles." Her gaze shifted to Feng Xiao, "This time, Little Feng's spirit ring, I'll leave it to the two of you."
She Long nodded steadily, but Ci Xue hesitated slightly: "Next to Young Master…"
Qian Renxue gently waved her jade hand: "It's fine, just take Little Feng and return quickly."
Feng Xiao solemnly cupped his hands towards the two: "Thank you for your trouble, seniors."
She Long waved his sleeve: "No time to lose." Before he finished speaking, Feng Xiao felt a sudden tightening around his waist, and he was already lifted up. The strong sensation of weightlessness made him helplessly rub his forehead, but he heard Qian Renxue's bell-like laughter, gradually fading away in the clouds.
Within a few days, the three figures had appeared deep within the Star Dou Great Forest. Towering ancient trees obscured the sky, and the air was filled with a primal aura.
"Kid, what year do you want?" She Long crushed a dead branch, his voice hoarse.
Feng Xiao brushed aside the hanging vines, his smile gentle: "A Spirit Beast of fifty to sixty thousand years will suffice."
She Long and Ci Xue both stopped at the sound, their gazes like lightning. "Are you sure?" She Long frowned, "That age is already the standard for an eighth spirit ring of an ordinary Spirit Douluo."
Feng Xiao condensed a wisp of spirit power at his fingertips, and a powerful aura emanated from his body as his third spirit ring, thirty thousand years old, shone brightly: "Seniors, as you can see, my fifth ring is already at this level."
She Long nodded silently, a hint of complexity flashing in his eyes. He suddenly recalled the unusual silence in the Supreme Pontiff Palace a year ago when he reported to Bibi Dong about the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's secret funding. The figure on the golden throne remained silent for a long time, only the sound of the scepter gently tapping the ground echoing.
At this moment, he finally understood — the astonishing talent of this young man in front of him, even the Supreme Pontiff, who was high above, must have felt unprecedented pressure.
On the other side, in a hidden valley, a galaxy-like waterfall cascaded down from a hundred-zhang cliff. The roaring sound of the water was like the war drums of a thunder god, and the aroused mist refracted a seven-colored rainbow in the sunlight. The surging water vapor permeated the entire valley, making the verdant vegetation crystal clear.
Amidst the deafening roar, a scene defying logic was unfolding at the waterfall—
If there were an observer standing on the bank, they would surely be stunned. The waterfall, with a drop of two hundred meters, strangely stopped flowing fifty meters above the pool surface. The surging water seemed to hit an invisible barrier, suddenly exploding into countless water droplets, transforming into a sky-filling curtain of water splashing everywhere. Sunlight penetrated this layer of mist, refracting countless miniature rainbows.
The deep pool below no longer bore the impact of the waterfall, replaced instead by a continuous "rain curtain." Every falling crystal-clear water droplet stirred ripples on the dark green surface of the pool.
In the center of that hazy curtain of water, a dragon-like figure appeared faintly. He stepped with profound footwork, and the small black hammer in his hand danced like a dragon, each swing carrying the force to split mountains and crack rocks.
What was terrifying was that as the hammer's momentum rose and fell, the waterfall, which had originally stopped flowing fifty meters up, actually began to climb higher and higher! Sixty meters, seventy meters… The black hammer light, like a black dragon defying the heavens, forcefully pushed up the immense curtain of water. When the waterfall was pushed to a height of a hundred meters, that figure suddenly froze.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment. All the black light, water vapor, and roaring sound condensed into a final point of extreme light — "Boom!"
The black hammer shadow transformed into a ferocious black dragon, soaring into the sky, carrying the force to destroy mountains and break peaks, directly piercing the heavens. The magnificent two-hundred-meter drop waterfall, under the power of this single hammer, actually disintegrated with a roar! Billions of water droplets splashed everywhere like celestial maidens scattering flowers, and the entire waterfall completely vanished from sight in an instant.
The black dragon-like hammer force emitted a deafening hum in the air, the sound waves shaking the surrounding ancient trees as if they were solid.
Tang Hao stood with his hands behind his back by the edge of the pool, a rare look of approval appearing on his bronzed face. Watching the heaven-defying waterfall being forcefully dispersed, this former Clear Sky Douluo had to admit—even at his peak at twenty-five years old, he might not have been able to achieve such a degree.
A sky full of crystal-clear rain poured down. That figure finally appeared clearly: it was none other than Tang San, his whole body steaming with white mist!
Tang Hao's rough fingers caressed his chin, a hint of complexity flashing in his eyes: "Little San's Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Method has been honed very perfectly, it's just…" He looked at the figure in the pool, and sighed heavily.
"If he can obtain that mental skull, and pair it with that special spirit ring…" His voice deepened, "that place might not be impossible to try." The mountain wind ruffled his graying temples, "Although his mental force far surpasses his peers now, to go there…"
He shook his head, his unspoken words dissipating in the wind with the roar of the waterfall.
Tang San moved like lightning, leaping from a round stone. The Clear Sky Hammer in his hand transformed into black light and dissipated, but dozens of Blue Silver Grass suddenly burst forth, striking the water surface like spiritual snakes, stirring up a flurry of crystal clear splashes. Using this recoil force, he performed several aerial somersaults, landing steadily on the bank stone beside Tang Hao.
Tang Hao stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze like a torch: "The Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Method ends here today. Little San, how do you rate your combat ability?"
Tang San pondered for a moment, originally intending to respond humbly, but under his father's stern gaze, he changed his words: "It's still far from enough."
"Do you know where it falls short?" Tang Hao pressed.
Tang San was speechless for a moment, shaking his head slightly.
Tang Hao said in a deep voice: "Grandmaster's theories are unrivaled, providing you with a solid foundation. You've grown rapidly, and your combat experience is also quite rich." He changed the subject, "But you lack the essence of combat."
"Essence?" Tang San's eyes gleamed. His father, as a top Titled Douluo, every word he spoke was worth pondering.
"True combat is a fight to the death." Tang Hao's voice was like iron, "What you've experienced are merely competitions, rarely involving life-threatening situations." His gaze suddenly sharpened, "Only when a person is on the verge of despair can their potential be unleashed. What you lack most now is pure killing intent."
Before his words finished, a chilling coldness suddenly enveloped Tang San. The killing intent was so palpable that it made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave, unable to even look directly at his father with his Purple Demon Eye. Even more terrifying, the water droplets on his body actually froze!
The killing intent came and went quickly. Tang Hao explained: "Killing intent affects not only the enemy, but also oneself. It can make you surpass your limits, facing death without fear. This is the sublimation of courage."
"Please teach me, Father!" Tang San's eyes were firm.
Tang Hao, however, shook his head: "I can't teach you. You know I won't truly kill." He looked into the distance, "Tomorrow, I'll take you to a place."
The next morning, the father and son left the pool where they had cultivated for two years. Tang San's body, after tempering, was as lustrous as jade, and the divine light in his eyes was restrained.
Five days later, the father and son saw a familiar city gate. Tang Hao stopped and said, "Before you go on your trial, you need something important."
Tang Hao brought Tang San to the most bustling district of Heaven Dou City, stopping before an elegant five-story building. This building, named "Moon Pavilion," appeared exceptionally refined and unconventional among the numerous buildings in Heaven Dou City.
Tang San looked up, seeing that all the guests coming and going were elegantly dressed and carried themselves with extraordinary demeanor. He couldn't help but ask, "Father, where is this?"
Tang Hao didn't explain, merely saying faintly, "Follow me." With that, he stepped forward.
As they reached the entrance, two attendants in green robes reached out to block them. The young man on the left was polite but unyielding: "Apologies, Moon Pavilion does not receive guests who are improperly dressed."
Tang San's eyes turned cold, and his Blue Silver Grass instantly entwined, Binding the two attendants in place. Tang Hao remained noncommittal, stepping directly into the Moon Pavilion.
Upon entering, a delicate fragrance wafted over them. The boxwood screen wall exuded an ancient woody scent, and the fragrance of exotic orchids on both sides added to the serenity. Rounding the screen wall, the spacious hall was meticulously furnished, with several simply dressed young women on duty at the desk.
Seeing Tang Hao and his son enter, the young women showed surprise. Tang Hao walked directly to the leading young woman: "Tell Yue Hua, an old friend has come to visit."
The young woman hesitated: "You are…"
Tang Hao stood with his hands behind his back: "Just say, 'When the full moon is incomplete, an old friend vaguely comes.'"
The young woman hurried upstairs to report. Before long, a rapid sound of footsteps came from upstairs. Tang Hao, hearing the sound, couldn't help but frown slightly.
Four figures slowly descended the stairs. The one leading was the green-robed attendant who had been restrained by Tang San earlier, accompanied by a middle-aged man in a luxurious purple robe and two tall, thin guards in blue robes. The purple-robed man looked down at Tang Hao and his son, his eyes revealing undisguised disdain.
The tall young woman who had gone to report earlier followed closely behind, reporting in a low voice to the purple-robed man: "Manager, this is the gentleman who wishes to see the Madam."
The purple-robed manager casually waved his hand, instructing the blue-robed guards behind him: "Moon Pavilion is a place of elegance. See them out." His tone carried an undeniable arrogance.
The two blue-robed guards took their orders and descended. Their steps seemed leisurely, yet they contained a subtle rhythm. With each step, the spirit power pressure emanating from their bodies grew heavier, and an invisible pressure surged like a tide.
A cold glint flashed in Tang San's eyes. He was about to step forward when he heard Tang Hao say indifferently, "What if I don't leave?"
The purple-robed manager sneered on the stairs, waving his hand: "Do I still need to teach you how to do it?"
Just as the two blue-robed guards were about to make their move, a suffocating killing intent suddenly erupted! The air on the entire first floor of the Moon Pavilion seemed to instantly freeze, and everyone felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, unable to move even a finger. Tang Hao, relying solely on his killing intent, made everyone present freeze in place.
Just as Tang Hao's killing intent was about to fully erupt, a clear, frosty voice came from upstairs: "Stop."
This voice seemed to carry some kind of magic, causing the tense atmosphere to pause. The purple-robed manager and Tang San looked up simultaneously, only to see a beautiful woman in a silver palace dress gracefully descending. Each of her steps was as precise as if measured, and the two maids following her could not detract from her elegance in the slightest.
Tang San's pupils constricted—the woman's age was difficult to discern. Her face appeared like that of a twenty-seven or twenty-eight-year-old married woman, yet her eyes, which seemed to have seen through the world, carried a sense of vicissitude that did not belong to her apparent age. The silver-embroidered palace dress outlined her elegant curves, and her overall demeanor instantly reminded Tang San of one person: Supreme Pontiff Bibi Dong of Spirit Hall.