"Why do you think he could approach the threshold of Titled Douluo at such a young age? There must be a true god backing him. Only someone chosen and favored by a god could possess strength approaching that of a Titled Douluo at his age."
Ning Rongrong's round eyes instantly widened. At first, she looked bewildered, unable to process it. Then she realized how much sense it made and nodded repeatedly.
"A god? Could there be other true gods in this world besides the Angel God worshipped by Spirit Hall?"
"Of course." Gui Mengguan set down his teacup and lightly tapped the tabletop, his tone calm but utterly certain. "The Angel God was merely a deity who descended upon the continent twenty thousand years ago. Before her, countless gods existed on this continent. Some fell, some slumbered, and some departed for distant lands. As long as a god left behind a legacy, there would naturally be a spokesman for that god."
"He's probably entering the Soul Master Tournament to open a channel for spreading his god's faith. After all, a god without followers is little different from a mortal," Qian Gujue added leisurely. "Yunxiao reached the Soul Douluo level at eighteen. Without a god's blessing, that would be utterly impossible, even with twin martial souls."
Understanding dawned on Ning Rongrong, and she slapped her thigh. "In that case, besides Yao Wuji, the jar seller, could there be other spokesmen for the gods? Are they all hiding in the shadows, waiting to stun everyone with a single cry at the Soul Master Tournament?"
"Congratulations, you've learned to jump in with the answer." Gui Mengguan smiled and raised an eyebrow. "Exactly. If there's one, there can be two, and then three. Naturally, there will be other spokesmen for the gods. Some are