Domain Prototype! Bibi Dong Wants to Appoint Him Holy Son?

Ning Yuan murmured to himself, lowering his head to look at the stretch of symbiote he had spread out. It was not large, only seven or eight meters wide, yet it had faintly formed a strange field.

"I originally just wanted to figure out how to use its symbiotic traits to improve the tentacles' endurance and power..."

"But somehow... did I stumble onto the threshold of a domain?"

A domain was something that belonged to Titled Douluo. One had to thoroughly understand the origin of their martial soul and raise both soul power and spiritual power to an extremely high level before they could even possibly touch that threshold.

Even a genius on Sword Douluo Chen Xin's level had only condensed the Seven Kill Domain after reaching level ninety-plus.

And he was only a two-ring Great Soul Master right now?

Ning Yuan lowered his head and looked at his own hand. A wisp of black symbiote slowly wriggled at his fingertip, and his heart gradually grew certain again.

No, other people's martial souls were beast souls or tool souls, and they walked the path of tempering with soul power. Of course comprehending a domain was difficult for them.

But my martial soul is the Venom symbiote...

What was the essence of a symbiote, if not division and overlap?

Splitting oneself into countless units, then linking them into a net with consciousness—this was the racial instinct of a symbiote to begin with.

To put it plainly, it wasn't that my talent was so heaven-defying that I comprehended a domain across a major realm. It was that the Venom symbiote's foundation inherently carried the attribute of extending across an entire area.

Speaking of which, this could be considered taking a bit of a shortcut.

[Venom just felt me get bigger. So strange! What happened?]

At this moment, Venom poked out another head, its big dead-fish eyes full of confusion.

Ning Yuan smiled.

[You're going to become stronger.]

[What? Venom is going to become stronger? Great! Then can Venom have a feast?]

After hearing that, Ning Yuan felt helpless. This Venom really did have simple thoughts. One meal was enough to satisfy it.

Perfect. There were still contribution points left from the Qingyuan Village mission, so today he would properly reward Venom.

[Fine! Today I'll treat you to a feast!]

[Did the sun rise from the west? You're actually treating?]

There it was! The familiar Venom.

[Say that again, and the feast is canceled.]

[...]

Although he still inevitably bickered with Venom, Ning Yuan was very satisfied with today's gains.

Having the embryonic form of a domain at two rings was enough to scare people to death if word got out.

He had originally only wanted to create a useful self-created soul skill, but in the end, by sheer accident, he had touched the threshold of a domain.

This time, he had made a killing.

If Bibi Dong found out about this, she might directly make him the Holy Son, right?

Spirit Hall.

At this moment, Bibi Dong sat high upon the throne.

She was currently troubled by the suppression coming from Qian Daoliu's faction in the Consecrated Hall, leaving her completely swamped and overwhelmed.

"You old bastard. A reason needs to be arranged here, meaning that although he, the Pope, is nominally the person in charge of Spirit Hall, for example, under normal circumstances, if he applied for something or the like, the people on Qian Daoliu's side would deliberately obstruct him."

At that moment, a strange shade of purple flashed through her incomparably beautiful eyes.

Right now, she was at a critical moment in the Rakshasa God Trial, and she still could not go to war with Qian Daoliu head-on.

Endure for a few years. She only needed to endure a few more years.

Once she completed the god trial and obtained the Rakshasa God Position, the first person she would use as a sacrifice to raise her banner would be Qian Daoliu.

There was also Qian Renxue on the Heaven Dou Empire side. She had sent her there six years ago, but after six years, not only had there been no substantial progress, even her cultivation had been neglected.

With her talent of innate level-twenty soul power, in six years, she had actually only improved by two major realms.

Bibi Dong's feelings toward this daughter were complicated. She

was born from her and Qian Xunji. Toward this daughter, she felt that she was filthy.

Since childhood, she had never given her any love, only hatred.

But now, seeing her fail to strive for progress, she also felt a mother's anger at a disappointing child.

Her heart was extremely conflicted.

In the next second, the bewitching purple light in her pupils grew even stronger, and killing intent surged around her entire body.

Just then, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan requested an audience.

She impatiently summoned him inside.

Yue Guan rushed in excitedly and said in a clear voice, "Your Holiness, this subordinate has an important matter to report."

Bibi Dong shifted her attention to him, and in the next second, her eyes lit up.

"Your strength... has improved?"

"Thanks to Your Holiness, this subordinate's strength has indeed improved today."

"But this subordinate's progress today was all because of one person."

"Who?"

"Ning Yuan!"

"Ning Yuan?"

Yue Guan then told Bibi Dong about the discussion he had with Ning Yuan today.

It turned out that after their discussion today, he had followed the train of thought Ning Yuan gave him and tried to let his Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum martial soul possess him, imagining it using his flesh and blood as soil and taking root within him.

Sure enough, after it took root, the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum seemed to gain a second life, erupting with a powerful force of bloodline that enhanced his bones and soul power.

Then his soul power forcefully broke through by one level.

He reached rank ninety-six.

Not only that, his physical constitution had improved severalfold as well.

One had to know that once someone reached the level of a Super Douluo, every increase in soul power and physique was a qualitative leap.

Hearing this good news, Bibi Dong's eyes brightened.

This Ning Yuan truly could bring her surprises.

She had not expected a few words from him to improve the strength of one of her capable subordinates.

One had to know that there were not many people she could currently use under her command, yet Ning Yuan could improve her subordinate's strength by so much.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that recruiting Ning Yuan into Spirit Hall back then had been the most correct decision she had ever made in her life.

At this moment, a playful smile appeared on Bibi Dong's lips.

From the looks of it, the treatment she had given Ning Yuan was still not high enough.

Should she just make him the Holy Son outright?

But if she suddenly promoted him to Holy Son, it would likely be hard to convince the masses.

No, he had to become the Holy Son. The person I, Bibi Dong, have my eye on—why should I need to explain it to anyone?

Besides, that child Ning Yuan's talent and strength are so formidable. Who would refuse to accept him?

If they did, he could just beat them into submission.

Only by locking his heart tightly at her side would she not have to fear that old fox Qian Daoliu coming over to poach her people.

Yes, that was what she would do!

On this side, Ning Yuan was in the courtyard testing his self-created soul skill... no, it should be called the embryonic form of a domain.

All of a sudden, a soul power pressure as heavy as metal and stone descended from the sky. The air in the courtyard instantly froze, and even the bamboo leaves suspended in midair forgot to fall.

An old man draped in a dark-gold Consecrated Hall robe stood with his hands behind his back, hovering above the courtyard wall. Between his brows was the arrogance of one long accustomed to standing above others.

"Who are you?"

Ning Yuan immediately sprang up. He did not recognize the person who had appeared, and the man was extremely powerful—at the very least, stronger than Yue Guan.

What had he come here for?

"You are Ning Yuan?"

The old man's voice was low and carried a vibration of soul power. It seemed to hold a probing intent, and it shook Ning Yuan until he felt extremely uncomfortable.

A moment later, he withdrew his pressure, his face revealing neither joy nor anger.

"That is correct. May I ask which esteemed one you are..."

Ning Yuan said solemnly.

"This old man is the Third Elder of the Consecrated Hall, Jiangmo Douluo."