(Tang San can't handle the protagonist, so rest assured and dive in.)
"Dad, what do you mean, you're going to seal my divine power and physical body, then dump me on Douluo Continent?"
Ji Jing stared at his old man, Ji Dong, speechless. His golden-red eyes were full of disbelief.
Ji Dong spread his hands as if it were only natural and said:
"Don't blame your father. This hurts me, too."
"You don't even have a godhood. What's the point of being born a god? You can barely beat that Dai Mubai right now. Tell me, aren't you weak?"
"I'll send you down to start over and use your original divine power to shape your godhood. Doesn't that give you a brighter future?"
Ji Jing frowned.
Reason told him the old man wasn't wrong, but his sixth sense told him that wasn't his old man's main purpose.
Besides...
Ji Jing pointed at himself in disbelief and began grilling the old man:
"I'm only six years old! Isn't being able to beat Dai Mubai strong enough?!"
Ji Dong held up a finger and wagged it. The disdainful look on his face captured every bit of the "evil" in God of Evil.
"Of course not. Your parents beat up the God of War before they even became gods. You're already a god, yet you can't even beat this second-generation God of War. You're embarrassing your father."
Ji Jing felt that the old man's evil had completely rewritten his understanding of the word.
Could gods really be this shameless?
No wonder you and Tang San could work together!
Ji Jing shot back:
"Did you win?"
Ji Dong's expression froze. Then, furious and embarrassed, he grabbed his son by the back of the neck, sealed away his divine power and physical strength in a few swift moves, took a portion of his essence to create Martial Souls, and stuffed nine God-Bestowed Spirit Rings into him.
Once he was done, Ji Dong opened a passage from the Divine Realm to the mortal world and kicked his son through it.
"AAAAAAH! You old man! You're done for! When I grow up, I'm pulling out your oxygen tube—!"
Ji Jing's voice faded away until it disappeared.
Ji Dong curled his lip in disdain.
"Brat. Your father's a God King. Why would I ever need an oxygen tube? You're doomed to fail."
Just then, an old man in a black robe appeared beside Ji Dong out of nowhere.
The old man had white hair and a youthful face, with a Balance Divine Seal on his forehead.
Watching Ji Jing fall, he chuckled with interest. "Souls from your world really are one after another perfectly suited to the divine power of evil. What's that expression you people use again?"
Ji Dong shook his head and said, "I haven't been back in ages. You're the one who just went traveling there with old Goodness, and you're asking me?"
The First Generation God of Evil chuckled without answering. He simply watched Ji Jing, now landed on Douluo Continent, for a long while before saying, "Whatever else he is, that child can certainly be called my grandson. I can't wait to see how things unfold between him and the Sea God's daughter."
At that, Ji Dong's lips curled up.
"There's nothing more exciting than your son going after someone else's precious cabbage."
Meanwhile, Ji Jing had landed on Douluo Continent and face-planted into the dirt.
After a good while, Ji Jing finally struggled to his feet. He rubbed the butt his old man had kicked and said viciously, "Damn old man. I really need to find you some trouble."
Ji Jing felt around inside himself and realized that all his divine power had vanished without a trace.
In its place was a strange new power.
So this must be Soul Power.
Though his strength was sealed, his control and insight were still at the level of a god.
So he quickly learned how to channel his Soul Power and use his Martial Souls, and easily found the storage ring his old man had left him.
After discovering it, Ji Jing took the ring from his pocket and probed inside with his spiritual power.
The ring's space was enormous. Unless he started filling it with mountains and ravines, he'd never have to worry about running out of room.
Inside lay mountains of Gold Soul Coins, coin cards, all kinds of bartending tools and ingredients, and the nine God-Bestowed Spirit Rings his old man had left him.
Among all the odds and ends, three items caught Ji Jing's attention.
Ji Jing took out the first item.
It was a crown forged from flames, still as radiant as diamonds.
The instant he saw it, information about it flooded into Ji Jing's mind—
A divine artifact personally crafted by his mother, God of Goodness Lie Yan: the Flame Empress Crown.
Wearing the Flame Empress Crown could strengthen flames and grant the radiance of a ruler of fire.
Most importantly, the crown could summon an apparition of his mother!
Even with only 10 levels of Soul Power, Ji Jing could summon an apparition of Lie Yan with the strength of a 91st-level Titled Douluo.
After all, Lie Yan commanded the Bingwu Primordial Yang Sacred Fire and the Dingsi Nether Yin Spirit Fire—the Ultimate Yang Fire and Ultimate Yin Fire. She was far beyond an ordinary Titled Douluo.
Ji Jing's Martial Souls were naturally the Bingwu Primordial Yang Sacred Fire and the Dingsi Nether Yin Spirit Fire, inherited from his parents.
His two Martial Souls, however, were rather unusual.
They were quite similar to those of a man named Xie Xie, who would appear ten thousand years later.
Ji Jing could use his two Martial Souls separately or at the same time, and he could even fuse them.
The most important similarity was that when Ji Jing absorbed a Spirit Ring, he only needed to absorb one for both Martial Souls to gain a Spirit Ring of the same age.
That was why Ji Dong had left Ji Jing nine God-Bestowed Spirit Rings.
The odds of finding Spirit Rings from Soul Beasts perfectly suited to both Martial Souls were too low. God-Bestowed Spirit Rings were a safer bet.
Once he had learned about the artifact, the crown turned into a streak of light, merged into Ji Jing's Sea of Consciousness, and vanished.
All it left behind was a fleeting flame-shaped mark on Ji Jing's forehead.
Next, Ji Jing took out the second item.
It was a white jade wine cup that looked perfectly ordinary.
But the instant he saw it, information about it appeared in his mind as well:
The Best Wine Cup in the Village, a divine artifact painstakingly and passionately crafted by Ji Dong—the God of Evil, God of Wine, and the man who understood wine better than anyone in the world!
This artifact could summon, whenever and wherever, fine wine personally mixed by his father, Ji Dong, with all kinds of strange effects.
It could heal wounds, aid cultivation, and enhance strength.
Or it could simply taste good.
The third item was a large box.
The box was especially heavy. Ji Jing couldn't open it, and he couldn't tell what was inside.
But judging by the aura it gave off, it had to be something left to him by his nominal grandmaster—or his grandparents: the First Generation God King of Evil and God King of Goodness.
He couldn't open it now, but it was surely something precious. He'd just have to wait and see.
After inspecting everything he had, Ji Jing rubbed his stomach, which was starting to feel a little hungry, smacked his lips, and muttered to himself:
"I'm hungry... There seems to be a town in the distance. I'll go have a look."
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