No. 7 Middle School, Dachang City.
The dark, deathly silent corridor reeked of rotting corpses.
Like a frightened quail, Ning Rongrong bit down hard on her lower lip, barely daring to breathe as she followed close behind Yang Jian.
Just moments ago, she had watched the boy with the red eye on his forehead stuff the creature that had instantly killed a Soul Elder into a gold box as easily as grabbing a chick.
Relief at surviving the ordeal welled up inside her.
Yet that relief lasted less than half a minute.
Ning Rongrong suddenly let out a muffled groan of pain. Her legs buckled, and she dropped straight to her knees.
She clutched her right arm in terror.
While dodging the Ghost Baby earlier, she had accidentally scraped her arm.
What had been an insignificant little wound was now seeping horrifying black blood.
Wisps of bone-chilling black vapor were burrowing frantically into her flesh through the wound!
Ning Rongrong gritted her teeth and frantically drove the level-forty-two soul power within her, trying to force the strange toxin out of her body.
But instead of dispersing the black vapor, her soul power was instantly assimilated by the paranormal power.
As though it had found the perfect nourishment, the icy black vapor followed the pathways of her soul power and surged toward her abdomen.
Ning Rongrong convulsed in agony, cold sweat instantly soaking the back of her clothes.
Yang Jian stopped ahead of her.
He slowly turned around. The scarlet vertical pupil on his forehead shifted slightly as he stared coldly at Ning Rongrong on the floor.
Red light gathered in his eye.
He thought the girl could no longer withstand the Ghost Domain's corrosion and was about to undergo Evil Ghost Revival, becoming a Ghost Slave.
If that was the case, he would eliminate the threat without hesitation.
But a moment later, the red light in Yang Jian's eye dimmed slightly, and his brow relaxed.
He keenly sensed that the paranormal power invading the girl's body had somehow formed a strange balance with her own glowing energy.
Instead of killing her immediately, it had gone dormant.
"You're lucky."
Yang Jian looked down at her, his voice devoid of warmth.
"This corrosion might help you control paranormal power, but you'll most likely become a vessel too."
With that, Yang Jian turned away and continued walking.
He could not be bothered to explain further.
In this hellish world, surviving was already a stroke of incredible luck. As for what Evil Ghost Revival was, or what a vessel was, the dead had no need to understand such things.
Meanwhile, Ning Rongrong began to recover from the excruciating pain.
She gulped down air and instinctively looked at her martial soul.
The sight left her utterly stunned.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, once crystal clear and radiant with seven-colored light, had turned completely pitch-black!
An ominous dark glow flowed over its surface.
Even more shocking were the soul rings pulsing beneath her feet.
Her formerly ideal combination of yellow, yellow, purple, and purple had all been stained a deep black!
Yellow-black, yellow-black, purple-black, purple-black!
The four soul rings radiated an icy aura as they floated up and down around her body.
"Black?"
Ning Rongrong's eyes widened, her bewilderment instantly giving way to wild joy.
According to everything known on the Douluo Continent, what did black signify?
A Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring!
"The ages of all my soul rings increased? And my martial soul evolved too?!"
Then, with the appearance of the black soul rings, she felt her belly swell, as though an immense power were gestating within it.
"My dantian expanded! My soul power is skyrocketing!"
Ning Rongrong trembled with excitement. Even her fear of her surroundings faded before this sudden, tremendous opportunity.
She believed her misfortune had turned into a blessing and granted her a legendary divine evolution!
Ahead of her, Yang Jian caught the scene out of the corner of his eye and was left speechless.
He looked at the four black-and-purple rings beneath Ning Rongrong's feet, all radiating paranormal energy, as though he were looking at a corpse.
This girl with her delusions sure knows how to amuse herself.
Yang Jian sneered inwardly. She actually forced the paranormal power out of her body and turned it into a few glowing rings to spin around her?
Doesn't she know that keeping up this pointless waste of paranormal power will only accelerate the revival of the Fierce Supernatural inside her?
What an idiot.
At the same time.
The entire Douluo Continent erupted!
The screen in the sky broadcast Ning Rongrong's martial soul mutation and blackened soul rings to everyone with perfect clarity.
After a brief, deathly silence, an earthshaking uproar broke out.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Ning Fengzhi abruptly rose from his seat of honor, his whole body trembling violently. His refined, gentle face was filled with fervor.
"Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful!"
He repeated the word three times, his voice trembling.
"Not only did Rongrong survive, she gained a divine evolution! A first soul ring at the ten-thousand-year level-who in all of history has ever achieved that?!"
Sword Douluo Chen Xin stroked his beard and laughed heartily, sword intent flashing through his eyes.
"Heaven smiles upon our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect! Once Rongrong returns with this blessing, our sect will rise to stand above all others!"
Shrek Academy.
Yu Xiaogang, who had just been charred black by lightning from the sky screen, had now regained consciousness.
His eyes gleamed as he watched the screen. Ignoring the pain of his injuries, he forced himself upright and clasped his hands behind his back.
"Do you see?"
Yu Xiaogang addressed Tang San and the others around him in a tone that suggested everything was under his control.
"Just as I deduced earlier, that world may be dangerous, but it also offers opportunities that defy all reason!"
Tang San frowned. "Teacher, that boy named Yang Jian said Rongrong would become a vessel. What does that mean?"
Yu Xiaogang gave a cold chuckle, his eyes brimming with wisdom.
"San, you simply haven't read enough."
"The oldest records in Spirit Hall state that when a god bestows their inheritance, the chosen person is called a vessel for divine power!"
"Ning Rongrong has received the inheritance of a dark-aligned deity!"
At those words, everyone from Shrek understood at once. Their eyes filled with boundless yearning as they looked at the sky screen.
Spirit City, the Papal Hall.
Bibi Dong stared fixedly at the deep black soul rings on the sky screen, undisguised jealousy appearing on her exquisite face.
She abruptly tightened her grip on her scepter, her knuckles paling slightly.
"Such a pure dark attribute-it's practically tailor-made for my Death Spider Emperor!"
Bibi Dong's breathing quickened, ambition blazing in her eyes.
"If even a useless support like Ning Rongrong can achieve such an evolution, my potential would be a hundred times greater if I went!"
Her gaze locked onto Yang Jian's cold face on the sky screen.
This boy seemed to know the rules of that world inside out.
"Pass down my command!"
Bibi Dong spoke coldly, her voice echoing through the hall.
"If anyone from Spirit Hall can enter that world, find this boy named Yang Jian immediately! Whatever the cost, win him over-or seize his secrets!"
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