It was as though it were asking whether the person before it wished to accept the God of Time's God Position God Exam.
Nangong Xin looked at the Silver-White Light Mass before him and the incredibly dense Power of Time emanating from within it.
He immediately understood that this was the God of Time's divine position card, bestowed as a Sky Screen Reward.
But then he shook his head. "This reward is certainly good."
He paused. There was no regret in his voice, only an aloof, proud detachment.
"But unfortunately..."
"This marshal doesn't need a divine position bestowed by someone else."
His path was the path of the Capture King Armor: a path of self-tempering, conquest, and protection.
An external divine position, no matter how exalted, was ultimately someone else's path.
It did not perfectly align with his true nature or his Armor Martial Soul. It might even become a shackle in the future.
As though it had understood Nangong Xin's meaning,
the Silver-White Light Mass glimmered faintly, then flew toward the Sky Dome once more.
But in the next instant, a sudden change occurred.
ROAR—!!
An incomparably savage and majestic roar erupted without warning from within Nangong Xin.
It seemed to come from the end of space and time, yet also resounded on the far shore of the soul—a roar from a primordial divine beast.
An utterly terrifying, boundless energy surged out of Nangong Xin's body, accompanied by the Power of Space-Time.
This power was vast beyond measure, ancient beyond measure.
The moment it appeared, a mighty aura like the majesty of heaven, representing justice and the meaning of space and time,
spread across the mountain, even faintly matching the Sky Screen above the heavens in power.
Then an armor phantom, identical to Nangong Xin's Capture King Armor Martial Soul,
slowly emerged from within his body. It was as immense as a mountain, as solid as divine iron, and radiated scarlet light from head to toe.
The phantom lowered its head slightly. Its eyes, which seemed capable of seeing through the river of time, cast a casual glance at the Silver-White Light Mass in midair, just as it tried to flee faster.
It was the divine power and core of the inheritance belonging to this world's God of Time.
There was neither joy nor sorrow in its gaze.
The phantom immediately extended its enormous right hand, covered in fearsome armor and as big as a hill.
It spread its five fingers and gave the Silver-White Light Mass a gentle squeeze.
Space seemed to freeze and lock beneath that enormous hand.
It seized the Silver-White Light Mass, which had sensed the danger, burst into dazzling silver light, and tried to flee this place as quickly as possible.
Then, it refined it in an instant!
Terrifying energy gathered in the palm of the Capture King Armor phantom.
Before the Sky Screen could react, it began frantically refining the light mass, which contained the powerful Power of Time.
In just a moment,
the Silver-White Light Mass, much like what had happened to Duanmu Ting earlier, was refined into a silver-white orb.
Mysterious silver-white Power of Time continuously seeped from within it.
The sight was dazzling and mesmerizing.
Then the orb fell into Nangong Xin's arms, and the Capture King Armor phantom disappeared.
Nangong Xin still hadn't figured out what had happened when he suddenly felt something in his arms.
He reached out and picked it up, swallowing nervously. "W-what is going on..."
Then he slowly looked up at the Golden Sky Screen above the heavens.
BOOM—!
A deafening rumble, more muffled and terrifying than any thunder before it, burst from the Sky Screen.
CRACK—BOOM—!!
CRACK—BOOM—!!!
All around the Sky Screen, countless thick pillars of thunder, as enormous as dragons and blazing with dazzling golden light, rampaged like out-of-control mad dragons.
The thunderbolts were savage and surging, yet seemed to have no target, blasting wildly in every direction.
It was as though they were simply venting their fury.
After a long while, as if it had finally vented its pent-up frustration,
the entire Golden Sky Screen that stretched across the horizon gave an almost imperceptible shudder, and the surging thunderbolts finally subsided.
The various forces across the continent, strong and common folk alike, stared blankly at the scene in the heavens.
Their faces were full of confusion and uncertainty.
They had no idea what was happening to the Sky Screen.
Inside the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Eye,
Nangong Xin sat cross-legged on the ground, watching everything happening in the heavens. The corner of his mouth twitched.
His expression was extraordinarily strange.
Only after a long pause did he manage to utter two words: "That's badass!"
Everyone else who had witnessed the entire earth-shattering scene stared at Nangong Xin, dumbfounded and unable to believe their eyes.
"S-so terrifying!" Ye Lingling clutched her close friend's hand tightly and spoke fearfully.
Dugu Yan pulled Ye Lingling behind her grandfather. She, too, had been badly frightened by what had just happened.
Recalling the world-shaking scene, Dugu Bo stared blankly and murmured, "Is this the confidence of a Bright Realm powerhouse?"
"He doesn't even care about the divine inheritance bestowed by the Sky Screen."
After swallowing with difficulty, a fervent light flashed in Dugu Bo's eyes.
"We truly came to the Bright Realm for the right reason."
"With powerhouses of such ambition holding the fort, and the unfathomable Lord of the Bright Realm, it's just like they say: when one person ascends to enlightenment, even their chickens and dogs ascend with them."
"One day, becoming an immortal and ruling as a lord won't be a pipe dream!"
Jun Hao, standing beside Dugu Bo, saw the fervent look in his eyes—the way he seemed ready to devour Nangong Xin—and couldn't help shuddering.
He immediately blurted out:
"WTF, Brother Dugu, what's with that look? It's creepy!"
"And what the hell are you thinking? Why are you drooling at Marshal Nangong?!"
His words instantly drew everyone's attention.
Dugu Bo realized he had lost control and hurriedly looked away, wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth.
Under everyone's scrutinizing gazes, Dugu Bo scratched his head and gave an awkward laugh. "Hahahaha, d-don't get the wrong idea!"
"I-I'm just a little envious of the power Marshal Nangong has gained."
"I don't mean anything else!"
"Haha, hahahaha—!"
In the Bright Realm,
[ Ding, congratulations! The Four Symbols Douluo under your command, Duanmu Ting, and Qilin Douluo Nangong Xin have both reached Level 99, becoming Extreme Douluo. Their strength has greatly increased. ]
[ Reward: Soul Power condensed twofold, significant increase in spiritual energy, any Soul Ring upgraded to one million years, Divine Artifact Bound Dragon Lock, Divine Artifact Forging Method ]
[ Claim rewards? ]
Yu Yuan had been about to take a short rest, but the system notification by his ear immediately roused him.
But when he saw the rewards the system had given him, a strange expression appeared on his face.
"The other rewards make sense, but what's this Bound Dragon Lock for?"
"Bound Dragon Lock... bind a dragon... Flame Dragon?!"
At that thought, Yu Yuan's swordlike brows rose slightly, and his expression grew even stranger.
"Could it be meant to lock up that kid Yan Nan?"
"That guy hasn't done anything wrong lately, has he?"
Meanwhile,
Yan Nan, who was cultivating inside the Fire Element Hall, suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
His whole body trembled, and he opened his eyes in confusion, at a loss.
"Who?!"
"Who's trying to ambush me?!"
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