"Boom!"
Just as Zhu Zhuqing advanced after absorbing the Buddha Lord's soul power, Ning Rongrong finished refining Huai Kong and the Eighteen Arhat Venerables.
The Chaos White Fire, capable of burning souls and reducing everything to ashes,
blazed ever more fiercely.
Finally, a Nine-Colored Flame with Chaos White Fire at its heart appeared between Ning Rongrong's brows.
The entire flame was dazzlingly beautiful.
Nine colors formed its base, clustering around a tuft of white flame.
Beneath that brilliant radiance lay a profound sense of the vicissitudes of ages.
As the Nine-Colored Flame imprinted itself between Ning Rongrong's brows, tremendous power surged into her mind.
Ning Rongrong's spiritual power began growing rapidly.
In the end, it took tangible form, reaching the Divine Origin Realm.
At this point, it could no longer be called spiritual power, but divine sense.
Although her soul power had barely increased, the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda resting in her right hand grew larger once again.
The Nine-Colored Flame also enveloped it.
It radiated an immense pressure.
Ning Rongrong released her divine sense, sending it toward the Dao Lord nearby, who was trying to escape with the Buddha Lord.
"Hmph!"
Just as Ning Rongrong's divine sense was about to envelop the Dao Lord completely, a soft snort sounded in the air.
Another immense divine sense appeared, driving Ning Rongrong's back.
"You cowardly rat! You don't even dare show your face, yet you call yourself a god?"
Sensing that divine sense, which surged like the waves of a boundless ocean, Zhao Su immediately sent his God King-level divine sense in pursuit.
On an island in the deepest reaches of the ocean,
a man stood wearing blue armor and a crown, his long hair blue and a trident in his hand. He, too, sensed that Zhao Su's divine sense