Ning Fengzhi

The ten elite students of the Beichen Academy, a total of ten young powerhouses at the Titled Douluo level, led by two level 99 experts and three Level 98 experts, engaged in a life-or-death battle with the Spirit Hall Empire!

Meanwhile, on the Spirit Hall Empire's side, the leader was a woman radiating an evil divine light who called herself the Rakshasa God — Bibi Dong!

Behind her stood a group of the Spirit Hall retainers, their faces Entanglement a menacing aura of black energy!

The battlefield was vast and brutal; the light of Spirit Skill illuminated the sky, and the roar shook the earth.

In the dream, "myself" wields the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda, radiating unprecedentedly brilliant divine light, covering the entire allied forces with its support power, and turning the tide of battle.

She saw the strength, courage, and responsibility of that "self," and she saw the camaraderie she shared with her companions through thick and thin.

But despair lingers.

Finally, the scene freezes on the last, brutal battle.

Her father Ning Fengzhi, the always gentle and refined man who regarded her as his lifelong pride and hope, used his last strength to push her away violently!

"Rongrong... run... live on..."

The father's voice was gentle yet resolute.

The next second, the purplish-black Rakshasa Demon Scythe, carrying an aura of Destruction, pierced through the father's chest from behind!

Scalding blood gushed out like a fountain, instantly staining the vision of "himself" in the dream, and also staining Ning Rongrong's horrified eyes in reality!

"Dad--!!!"

A piercing scream, inhuman in its own right, erupted from Ning Rongrong's throat simultaneously in both her dream and reality!

"Ah--!!!"

Linglong Pavilion, Ning Rongrong suddenly sat up abruptly from the bed!

Her eyes were wide open, her pupils dilated to their maximum, filled with endless fear, pain, and disbelief.

Her face was deathly pale, devoid of any color, and her forehead, neck, and back were covered in cold sweat, which clung tightly to her silk pajamas.

She was breathing heavily, like a fish out of water, her chest heaving violently, each breath accompanied by a painful gasp.

The horrific image of his father's chest being pierced and blood spurting out still seemed to linger before his eyes, and the heavy smell of blood seemed to still fill his nostrils.

"Dad... Sword Grandpa... Bone Grandpa..."

She murmured unconsciously, her voice trembling uncontrollably, and large tears rolled down her wide eyes without warning, quickly soaking her cheeks and the bedding.

This was no ordinary nightmare.

It was so real! Every detail, every emotion, every heart-wrenching pain... it was so real that it sent chills down her spine and made her soul tremble!

She lowered her head, looking at her small hands that were still trembling uncontrollably.

In my dreams, these hands once held up the magnificent Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda, aiding countless armies... and also, in vain, tried to grasp at my father's fleeting life.

Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda... Beichen Academy... Sequence... Tang San... Dai Tianyu... The teacher who became a god... Spirit Hall Empire... Rakshasa God Bibi Dong... The fallen grandfather... The deceased father...

The overwhelming amount of information and the extreme emotional impact caused this six-year-old girl, who had always been sheltered at the top of an ivory tower, to completely break down.

"Waaaaah... Waaaaah... Daddy... Waaaaah--!!!"

After the initial stunned silence came an overwhelming wave of fear and sorrow.

Ning Rongrong could no longer hold back. She curled up, buried her face in her knees, and burst into tears.

The cries echoed in the silent Linglong Pavilion, filled with helplessness and despair.

Almost at the same time she started crying, the atmosphere in the dark next door and nearby immediately fluctuated.

The first to arrive were the two Soul Saint- level female disciples who were on duty guarding Linglong Pavilion tonight.

They appeared instantly in front of Ning Rongrong's bedside, their expressions changing drastically as they looked at the young lady who was crying so hard she could barely breathe.

"Young Miss! What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?" A female disciple rushed forward, trying to comfort her.

But Ning Rongrong seemed lost in her own world, only shaking her head desperately, sobbing uncontrollably, and calling out intermittently:

"Dad... blood... so much blood... Grandpa... the sickle... oh..."

The two female disciples exchanged a glance, both seeing the surprise and doubt in each other's eyes.

The young lady's reaction was definitely not as simple as waking up from a nightmare!

"Quickly! Go and report to the sect leader and the two elders!" The older female disciple made the decision immediately.

The other person immediately slipped out.

In a short while, several powerful auras approached Linglong Pavilion at an astonishing speed!

The leader, dressed in white, possessed a refined and scholarly air; he was none other than Ning Fengzhi, the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

His usual gentle composure was gone; his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were filled with worry and anxiety.

Following behind him were Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong.

Chen Xin's expression was cold and stern, his eyes sharp as swords, while Gu Rong's face was gloomy, and the space around him rippled slightly.

They had just finished their nighttime meeting when they received an urgent report of Rongrong's sudden condition and rushed over as quickly as possible.

"Rongrong!" Ning Fengzhi's heart clenched as soon as he saw his daughter curled up on the bed, crying and trembling.

He strode forward, ignoring the cold sweat on Ning Rongrong's body, and gently but firmly pulled her trembling little body into his arms.

"Rongrong, Daddy's here, Daddy's here! Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's just a nightmare, it's all fake..."

Ning Fengzhi gently patted his daughter's back, his voice full of soothing power, but a hint of surprise flashed deep in his eyes.

Rongrong had never reacted so violently before; the fear in her cries was so real it was terrifying.

"Fengzhi, how is Rongrong?" Chen Xin's voice was solemn, his sharp gaze sweeping the room inside and out. His Soul Power perception spread out like mercury, but he found no trace of any external invasion or abnormal Soul Power residue.

Gu Rong also said in a deep voice, "There are no signs that any outsiders have been here. The fluctuations in Soul Power are only caused by Rongrong's own fright and crying."

Clearly, they believe this is very likely not an ordinary dream, but Spirit Skill that has invaded the dream!

Ning Rongrong felt her father's familiar and warm embrace and smelled the reassuring scent of ink. Her crying subsided slightly, but her body was still trembling violently.

She raised her tear-filled face, looked at Ning Fengzhi's unharmed chest, and then at Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa beside her, who were both unscathed and looking concerned. The conflict between her dream and reality made her even more confused.

"Dad... you... you're not dead? Sword Grandpa, Bone Grandpa, you... you're all alright too?"

She sobbed, asking intermittently, her small hands clutching Ning Fengzhi's clothes tightly, as if he would disappear if she let go.

The question startled all three of them, and their hearts sank.

"Death?" Ning Fengzhi shocked, but his face remained calm. He gently wiped away the tears and sweat from his daughter's face and said softly:

"Silly child, of course Dad is fine, and Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa are both alright too."

"Look, we're all here."