Qian Lin's Martial Soul Was Actually the Purple Blazing Sky-Destroying Dragon? The Fuhai's Luxurious Lineup, Level 98 Blazing Sun Douluo!

"Sect Master!"

"Sword Elder!"

Countless disciples surged forward, every face streaked with tears of survival and wild jubilation.

Yet Ning Fengzhi stood there in a daze, deaf to the cheers around him.

Only his final shout and Ning Junlan's silent sigh echoed over and over in his mind.

"Fengzhi."

Chen Xin placed a hand on his shoulder. A gentle yet powerful stream of Soul Power flowed into him, clearing his chaotic thoughts.

"Uncle Sword..."

Ning Fengzhi raised his head, his eyes filled with bitterness.

"I still... couldn't get an answer."

Chen Xin shook his head and gazed deeply at the sky, as though he could see through the clouds to that unknown Sun Moon Continent.

"Perhaps the answer does not lie with her."

Chen Xin spoke slowly.

"You and I both know that the evolution of a Martial Soul has never been something external forces can easily bring about.

"Perhaps... we took the wrong path from the very beginning."

Ning Fengzhi shuddered and fell into deep thought.

At that moment, the entire Douluo Continent was thoroughly set ablaze by that breathtaking battle.

Though Sword Douluo had lost, his glory remained. He had returned from death and broken through to Level 97 in the midst of battle!

The news swept through every corner of the continent like a storm, stirring every Soul Master and temporarily dulling their fear of the Sun Moon Continent.

However, in the eyes of the continent's top powerhouses, the shadow behind this victory only grew heavier.

Spirit City, Elder Hall.

Qian Daoliu slowly set down the ancient tome in his hand, his gaze profound.

"A Level 98 peak powerhouse, a Level 97 Nine-Colored Glazed Tile Dragon... and this was merely one group of opponents randomly selected by the Sky Curtain Arena."

He murmured to himself, his voice carrying an unprecedented gravity.

"The Sun Moon Continent's strength is far greater than we imagined..."

Although Qian Daoliu was not certain whether the Sun Moon Continent possessed a Godly Inheritance comparable to that of the Angel God,

after Wei Tianchen, Wei Ang, and Ning Junlan had been revealed by the Sky Curtain Arena,

Qian Daoliu had seen the whole from a glimpse of the part, and deep apprehension filled his heart.

Qian Daoliu rose to his feet and walked to the enormous French window, looking in the direction of Sea God Island.

"I wonder whether the Sun Moon Empire's Fuhai has reached Sea God Island yet?"

Qian Daoliu's gaze was sharp, and anticipation filled his heart.

The Sun Moon Empire had an Old Ancestor just like the Qian Family.

Yet they were separated by Twenty Thousand Years.

"And... I wonder if we can obtain from the Sun Moon Empire a way to awaken the power of the Purple Blazing Sky-Destroying Dragon within the Qian Family's bloodline?!"

"The handwritten notes of the second-generation ancestor, Qian Lin, recorded that the Martial Soul he awakened back then was the Purple Blazing Sky-Destroying Dragon."

"However, after our ancestor became a god, he used Angel God Power to cleanse the second-generation ancestor Qian Lin and his descendants, stabilizing the inheritance of the Six-winged Angel Spirit."

"As for the Purple Blazing Sky-Destroying Dragon Bloodline, it had been passed down by Ancestor Wei Yuan before he became a god."

"Although its quality was also among the finest in the world, it was still far inferior to the Six-winged Angel."

"Therefore, over the past Twenty Thousand Years, within our Angel Clan, only the second-generation ancestor Qian Lin ever awakened the Purple Blazing Sky-Destroying Dragon Martial Soul."

Thinking of this, Qian Daoliu let out a faint sigh.

If not for the Sun Moon Empire and the Qian Family sharing the same Old Ancestor,

then with Bo Saixi having disbanded Sea God Island and the Sea God Inheritance left unguarded,

Qian Daoliu would certainly have made a trip to Sea God Island to see whether he could gain anything, perhaps even take away the Sea God's Trident.

Sun Moon Continent expedition fleet, inside the metal bridge of the flagship Fuhai.

The enormous Soul Tool screen was broadcasting the final scenes from the Sky Curtain Arena in real time.

When Ning Fengzhi's unwilling shout was ruthlessly cut off by Teleportation Power, a burst of suppressed laughter erupted throughout the bridge.

"Hahaha, how laughable!

"Could the path of Martial Soul evolution possibly be obtained just by asking?"

"The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile was ultimately incomplete. They have been trapped in this dead end for Twenty Thousand Years, yet they still do not understand!"

Wei Tianchen stood in the center of the bridge with a faint, satisfied smile on his face.

He did not join his subordinates' mockery, but the admiration in his eyes was undisguised.

"Aunt Junlan did not disappoint us."

Wei Tianchen spoke softly.

"She perfectly displayed the evolution of our Sun Moon Continent to the entire Douluo Continent."

Beside him stood three powerhouses with auras as deep and vast as the sea.

One of them was huge and muscular, his body covered in knotted muscles. He was none other than Earthquake Douluo.

He laughed in a booming voice:

"Of course!

"Nine Treasures against Seven Treasures—this is a crushing advantage in bloodline and inheritance. Even if Ning Fengzhi shouted himself hoarse, he could not change the innate deficiency of their Martial Soul."

Another, Bright Douluo, was elegant in temperament and dressed in white robes. He pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose and analyzed,

"According to our intelligence, Ning Fengzhi is already recognized as the number one Support-type Spirit Master on the Douluo Continent.

"Now that our Sect Master Ning has easily crushed their 'number one,' it will deal a heavy blow to the confidence of every Soul Master on the Douluo Continent."

Wei Tianchen nodded and turned his gaze to the last person.

He was an elderly man with white hair and beard, yet a ruddy complexion. Whenever his eyes opened and closed, it seemed as though a blazing sun rose and fell within them.

Unlike the others, he was not watching the screen. Instead, he stood with his hands behind his back before the enormous porthole, gazing at the azure waters in the distance marked as "Sea God Island" on the map.

He was the fleet's pillar, a Peak Douluo with Soul Power as high as Level 98. His Martial Soul was the "Sun"—the Blazing Sun Douluo.

"Senior Lieyang."

Wei Tianchen spoke respectfully. "What do you think?"

Blazing Sun Douluo slowly withdrew his gaze, his aged voice deep and resonant:

"A victory is certainly worth celebrating, but more importantly, it has proven that our path is correct.

"The Soul Masters of the Douluo Continent rely too heavily on so-called 'innate Martial Souls' and 'divine inheritances.' They have long become complacent and stagnant.

"But we have continued to explore the path of evolution through the fusion of Martial Souls and Soul Tool Technology.

"Sect Master Ning's Nine Treasures Glazed Tile is the finest proof of that."

Wei Tianchen deeply agreed, excitement and pride shining in his eyes.

"Exactly!"

Wei Tianchen declared loudly.

"My father sent you here to assist me because he feared that Sea God Island's High Priestess, Bo Saixi, might still be there. With the advantage of the terrain and the Power of Faith, she could become a difficult obstacle.

"To ensure there would be no mistakes, he sent a senior whose Soul Power surpasses mine to hold the line."

Wei Tianchen swept his gaze across the metal bridge filled with the atmosphere of future technology and continued with soaring ambition:

"Together with the power of the Fuhai's main cannon—the God Extermination Array—

"my father believed it would be enough to suppress Sea God Island, which had not yet been disbanded because of the Sky Screen."

The original plan had been for a grueling assault.

They had even prepared themselves to sacrifice one or two Titled Douluo and suffer damage to the flagship.