Di Tian Becomes a God, Insulting Ning Rongrong!

Upon hearing this, the entire venue fell into a deathly silence.

The remaining Ancient Dragon Clan elders knelt on the ground, trembling so violently that they dared not even lift their heads.

This was absolute power; this was the tyranny of the Heavenly Palace!

In the corner, Di Tian stared at the old man who stood like a god, his entire being utterly stunned.

"An Eight-Star Dou Saint—"

"What kind of concept is that?"

"The North Dragon King, who nearly crushed me to death just moments ago, is less than an ant in front of this old man?"

"And this old man is merely a Grand Elder of the Heavenly Palace?"

"Just how strong is that Heavenly Palace?!"

Just then, Tiancezi seemed to notice the trembling servant in the corner.

He casually pulled a purple fruit that exuded a rich, exotic fragrance from his sleeve and tossed it to Zi Yan, but a few drops of juice accidentally spilled in mid-air, landing right on the plate in front of Di Tian.

"A reward for you."

Tiancezi swept a faint glance at Di Tian, as if looking at an ant that happened to be pleasing to the eye.

Di Tian looked at the few drops of crystal-clear purple liquid on the plate, which made his Black Dragon bloodline roar with madness, and he did not hesitate.

He lunged forward, stuck out his tongue, and licked the plate clean just like a dog!

BOOM!!!

As the purple liquid entered his belly, Di Tian's body erupted with brilliant black light, and his cultivation, originally at eight hundred and ninety thousand years, instantly skyrocketed!

Nine hundred thousand years, nine hundred and fifty thousand years, nine hundred and ninety thousand years!

A million-year-old divine beast!

"ROAR!!"

Di Tian immediately let out an incredibly excited roar, prostrating himself on the ground and kowtowing frantically to Tiancezi: "Many thanks to the Old Ancestor for the reward! Many thanks to the Heavenly Palace for the reward!!"

On the Sky Screen, the image froze on the Beast God Di Tian's face, which was filled with sycophancy and ecstasy, and the trace of purple juice remaining at the corner of his mouth.

Accompanying the terrifying fluctuations of his cultivation breaking through nine hundred thousand, nine hundred and fifty thousand, and even a million years, the entire soul beast world of the Douluo Continent was plunged into unprecedented shock.

In the Far North, at the Ice and Snow Temple.

Cold winds howled, and heavy snow drifted through the air.

This was a forbidden zone for humans, the home turf of extreme cold, and the habitat of another group of top-tier fierce beasts on the Douluo Continent.

Inside the magnificent Ten Thousand Year Black Ice Hall, the temperature dropped to absolute zero.

The Ice Sky Snow Maiden, Snow Empress, stood quietly before the ice-crystal throne.

She possessed a beauty beyond the reach of humans, with long, snow-white hair cascading down to her ankles, every strand crystal-clear as if carved from the purest ice and snow.

Her deep blue eyes usually carried a cold, arrogant aloofness that kept others at a distance.

Beside her was the petite, adorable, yet hot-tempered Ice Jade Empress Scorpion, Ice Empress, dressed in a jade-green gown with twin tails swaying slightly in the cold wind.

But at this moment, these two rulers of the Far North stood as if frozen, staring fixedly at the light screen in the sky, unable to move for a long time.

"A million years—"

After a long while, the Snow Empress's cherry-blossom-like lips parted slightly. Her voice remained cold, yet it carried a distinct tremor: "In just an instant, simply because he licked up a few drops of spilled juice—"

"That fellow Di Tian crossed a chasm we haven't been able to bridge in hundreds of thousands of years, reaching the very threshold of a divine beast?"

Hearing this, the Snow Empress slowly raised her jade hand, looking at the hexagonal ice flower condensing in her palm.

To reach seven hundred thousand years of cultivation, she had spent countless days and nights guarding this frozen land in solitude.

Every heavenly tribulation had been a brush with death; every breakthrough had been a struggle against fate itself.

She had believed this was the true essence of cultivation, the glory of defying the heavens.

Yet today, that high-dimensional world told her she was wrong, because in this world, there is a form of cultivation called being a dog for a big shot.

And there is a type of fortune called a big shot's leftovers.

"It's absurd, this is simply too absurd!!"

The Ice Empress finally couldn't hold back. She stomped her foot, her jade-green scorpion tail lashing out wildly behind her, piercing deep pits into the hard black ice floor: "Sister! That is Di Tian! That is the Beast God!!"

"How could he, how could he do such a thing?!"

"Lying on the ground licking a plate like a dog? What about his dignity as the Black Dragon King? What about his pride?!"

"I, Ice Empress, would rather jump off this Ice God Temple and die than lick someone else's plate for a bit of power! Disgusting! It's absolutely disgusting!!"

Ice Empress was so furious her small face flushed red, her eyes filled with disdain and rage.

However, Snow Empress did not echo her sentiments.

She merely watched quietly as Di Tian appeared on the Sky Screen—though his face was humble, his entire body radiated a suffocating, terrifying aura.

That aura, even through the screen, made her feel a suppression that originated from her very soul.

"Bing'er—"

Snow Empress's voice suddenly became somewhat ethereal, carrying a deep sense of powerlessness: "You find it disgusting because you have never been to that world."

"Look at the expression in Di Tian's eyes right now."

"Is that humiliation? No, that is ecstasy, that is relief."

"Those few drops of purple liquid may be leftovers, but they contain a source of power purer than all the Ten Thousand Year Profound Ice Marrow in our Far North combined."

"If—"

Snow Empress paused.

"If that plate were placed before me."

"If all it took was one lick to help me survive my next inevitable heavenly tribulation, to allow me to truly transform into a god—"

"Bing'er, could you really refuse?"

"I—" Ice Empress was left speechless.

She looked at the purple juice with its alluring luster on the Sky Screen, recalling the fear she felt when facing her own heavenly tribulation.

If she didn't lick it, she would die under the tribulation and turn into a pile of withered bones.

If she did lick it, though she would lose her dignity, she could gain eternal life, become a god, and perhaps even travel to that vast, higher-dimensional world.

Ice Empress's throat bobbed violently.

She wanted to say she could refuse, but her body's instincts were screaming frantically: I want to lick it! Let me lick it!

"The Far North we are so proud of probably wouldn't even qualify as an ice cellar in that world."

Snow Empress closed her eyes, two lines of clear tears sliding down: "We act as kings and overlords here, thinking ourselves noble."

"Little do we know that in the eyes of the powerhouses of that world, we wouldn't even be qualified to be pets without fighting for the position."

"Di Tian did not lose his dignity."

"He won his future."

At this moment, the wind and snow in the Far North seemed to grow even fiercer.

But in the hearts of Snow Empress and Ice Empress, if given the chance, they might have knelt faster and licked cleaner than Di Tian.

On the other side, the deep sea, Demon Whale Sea Area.

This was the deepest part of the Douluo Continent's ocean, and its darkest forbidden zone.

No light could penetrate these ten thousand meters of seawater; only terrifying water pressure and undercurrents surged here.

Residing here was the true uncrowned king of the Douluo Continent, the Deep Sea Demon Whale King, who was only one step away from becoming a god!

Rumble!!

At this moment, a terrifying undercurrent suddenly erupted from the previously calm seabed, instantly triggering monstrous waves on the surface!

A massive, single eye snapped open in the darkness, emitting a scarlet and tyrannical light, as if a blood moon had sunk to the bottom of the sea.

"ROAR!!"

A roar suddenly pierced through ten thousand meters of seawater, shaking all the fish within a hundred miles to death!

"Why, why?!"

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King's massive, island-like body rolled frantically on the seabed, each collision causing submarine mountain ranges to collapse and magma to erupt.

He stared fixedly through his spiritual perception at the image on the Sky Screen, watching Di Tian—whose strength was once on par with his own, or perhaps even slightly inferior—break through to that realm he had dreamed of for so long!

"This Seat has cultivated for a full nine hundred and ninety thousand years!"

"I have devoured countless sea soul beasts, and even devoured Title Douluo!"

"To become a god, to transform into a dragon, I have lingered on in this sunless seabed, all while having to constantly guard against that damned Sea God!"

"But what about Di Tian?!"

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King's voice boomed like thunder, shaking the entire Demon Whale Sea Area: "He only went to that world to shovel dung for a few days! He only served a plate for someone! He only licked a few drops of juice that others didn't want!!"

"And he became a god? He gained a true dragon bloodline?!"

"How unfair is this Heavenly Dao!!"

"How absurd is this world!!"

At this moment, the Deep Sea Demon Whale King was driven mad by jealousy.

He stared at the high and mighty Tiancezi, and at that Eight-Star Dou Saint who bestowed opportunities with a casual wave of his hand.

If the Snow Empress and the Ice Empress were still struggling with their dignity, the Deep Sea Demon Whale King, a thorough pragmatist, had only one thought in his mind at this moment.

That was to take his place!

"If that one serving the plates were me—"

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King stopped rolling, his massive body suspended silently in the seawater, a greedy glint flickering in his single eye: "I possess a larger body than Di Tian; I could do much more work!"

"I possess the ability to devour; I could lick those plates cleaner than he does, leaving not even a scrap behind!"

"I am not afraid of losing face! I am a demon by nature! As long as I can become a god, as long as it allows me to transform into a dragon—"

"Forget about licking plates; even if I were asked to serve as a mount or a footstool for that Void Ancient Dragon's Dragon Emperor, I would be willing!"

He hated himself for not being chosen by the Sky Screen.

He hated even more that he had chosen to be some "Ocean Overlord" in this low-dimensional Douluo Continent.

"Ocean Overlord? Hah—"

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King glanced at his armor and cultivation, which he had once taken such pride in, and suddenly felt they were nothing but a pile of trash.

"In that world, this flesh of mine would probably just be a slightly more lavish seafood feast, wouldn't it?"

"If only I could go to that Heavenly Palace—"

"I would be willing to offer up my Whale Pearl, offer up my spirit bones, if only they would give me one sip of that fruit juice."

"Even just one sip would be enough—"

A long sigh echoed through the deep sea.

It was the despair of a giant beast that stood only half a step away from godhood.

Soon, however, the scene on the Sky Screen shifted once again.

Battle Through the Heavens Plane, Great Gan Dynasty.

The Imperial Garden of the harem.

This was a forbidden area for the mortal dynasty, and also the place with the densest spiritual energy in the entire realm.

At this moment, the garden was filled with the sounds of chirping birds and the scent of flowers.

The Empress, dressed in a phoenix robe and looking graceful and luxurious, was enjoying tea and flowers with a dozen concubines.

At their feet lay either docile Blaze Cats or colorful Spirit Snakes, all spirit pets they kept.

In the very center of the crowd, a young girl wearing a golden collar and thin, translucent silk clothing knelt on the cold cobblestone ground, trembling.

It was none other than the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Rongrong!

"Your Majesty, is this the exotic pet sent by the High Sect Master?"

A noble concubine in pink palace attire covered her mouth with a round fan, eyeing Ning Rongrong with contempt: "She looks delicate and tender, like a porcelain doll. But there isn't a shred of battle qi fluctuation on her; she's as weak as a chick."

"Heh, you don't know, sister."

The Empress lifted her teacup and took an elegant sip, her eyes filled with an indifference that treated human life as nothing more than grass: "The High Sect Master said that although this thing is useless, she has the merit of being obedient and rare. Keeping her as a plaything to pass the time is not bad at all."

"Come here, little thing."

The Empress extended a jade finger painted with crimson polish and beckoned gently: "Perform a talent for the ladies."

"I heard you were some kind of support-type spirit master in that world? Bring out that tower of yours and liven things up for my Blaze Cat."

Hearing this, Ning Rongrong bit her lip, her eyes brimming with humiliated tears.

She was the apple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's eye!

She was the treasure held in the palm of her father's hand!

And now, she was expected to perform for a cat?

"I—I—"

Ning Rongrong wanted to refuse, but when she saw the Empress's gaze turn abruptly cold, and the guards nearby holding whips that shimmered with a chilling light, she was terrified.

In the few days since she had been tossed here like trash, she had deeply experienced the cruelty of this world.

If you don't obey, you don't eat;

If you dare to resist, you will be beaten half to death, only to be healed by those magical potions and tortured all over again.

"Wuu—"

Ning Rongrong wept as she tremblingly extended her right hand, channeling the pitifully weak spirit power within her.

"Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda—"

Hum!

An exquisite and magnificent seven-story pagoda appeared in her palm, radiating seven-colored light.

In the Douluo Continent, this was a top-tier tool spirit, a support artifact that all spirit masters dreamed of.

Yet here.

"Pfft!"

The surrounding concubines burst into laughter all at once.

"Hahahaha! I'm dying of laughter!"

The noble consort pointed at the small pagoda, her frame trembling with mirth: "Is this her talent? Conjuring up a glowing toy?"

"This bit of light isn't even as bright as the night-pearls in my palace!"

"Exactly, exactly! There isn't a shred of energy fluctuation; it's useless for anything other than looking pretty!"

Just then, the lazy Tier 2 magical beast, the Blaze Cat, resting at the Empress's feet, seemed to have its eyes dazzled by the light of the Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda.

"Meow-woo!!"

The Blaze Cat let out a dissatisfied cry, its fiery red fur standing on end as it transformed into a red blur and lunged instantly at Ning Rongrong!

"Ah! No!!"

Ning Rongrong shrieked in terror, instinctively trying to defend herself with her soul power.

But a Tier 2 magical beast was equivalent to a peak Great Soul Master on the Douluo Continent, or perhaps even approaching a Soul Grandmaster!

Furthermore, it possessed a terrifying fire-attribute attack!

As an auxiliary-system soul master, Ning Rongrong couldn't have blocked it even at her peak, let alone now.

Snap!

The Blaze Cat swiped a paw against the Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda.

That pagoda, hailed as the number one auxiliary martial soul in the world, was shattered instantly, dissolving into dissipating specks of light!

Following that, the cat's paw continued its momentum, raking fiercely across Ning Rongrong's face!

Riiip!

"Aaaaaah!!!"

Ning Rongrong clutched her face and collapsed to the ground, rolling about while screaming in agony.

Several deep, bone-reaching lacerations marred her delicate face, dripping with blood!

"Oh my, Little Red, why are you being so naughty?"

The Empress, however, did not blame the Blaze Cat; instead, she picked it up with concern, soothing it: "You didn't hurt your paw, did you?"

"This is the pet of a high-ranking lord, after all. If you had damaged your paw, this Empress would be heartbroken."

As for the blood-drenched Ning Rongrong?

In their eyes, she wasn't even as important as that cat's paw.