When the roof leaked, the rain just had to last all night. Nothing in this world could be more ill-fated than that.
When Chen Ping emerged from seclusion and heard the whole story, much of the joy he had felt at finally breaking through the level 80 threshold faded.
Honestly, reaching level 80 in six months was already a speed that could shock the world.
Had most of his eight extraordinary meridians not already been opened, his innate soul power not reached the outrageous level of eighteen, and his soul core not been condensed while he had seven rings, he could never have achieved a cultivation speed even more outrageous than Qian Renxue's, with her level twenty innate soul power, without a god trial.
The problem, however, was that time was not on Chen Ping's side. Dragon Emperor Douluo, Sea Emperor Douluo, and Death God Douluo Ye Xishui-facing three Limit Douluo-level combatants at once, it would be no exaggeration to call this a nearly unwinnable save.
If Chen Ping were given even another year, he might be able to try condensing yin-yang complementary dual soul cores at nine rings and, with Ning Tian's support at full strength, take on a Limit Douluo by himself. With Xuan Zi and Du Busi as well, perhaps they could keep dragging things out.
But the problem was that Chen Ping was still far from being ready to condense a second soul core. No matter how extraordinary his talent was, level 90 was a firm requirement for condensing a second soul core, something usually only Limit Douluos would condense.
"What do we do now?"
Inside the Sea God Pavilion, layers of perception-blocking power had been stacked together. Only after ensuring that even the Golden Ancient Tree could not discover any information from within did Xuan