In the Primordial World, Southern Jambudvipa was the continent with the largest Human Race population.
"No! Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, don't shatter!"
Ning Rongrong cried out in anguish and reached for the shattered Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, watching helplessly as the exquisite little pagoda dissipated into the world.
She had only just begun switching cultivation methods and had not even succeeded yet. She had wanted to increase her strength to protect herself, but never expected the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda to shatter as soon as Spiritual Qi entered her body.
"Without you, what am I supposed to use to claim kinship with that Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King?"
Ning Rongrong wanted to cry but had no tears. Suddenly, she thought of something and pulled a pendant shaped like the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda from her chest.
"Thank goodness, thank goodness I brought this too. It'll barely pass."
Ning Rongrong immediately ran toward the city nearby.
Indeed, she had been lucky enough to arrive near a city.
However, she had no intention of following Ning Fengzhi's instructions.
"What's so interesting about a bunch of monks? If I'm going to find a backer, I'll find a powerful one. Isn't that better than those disgusting monks?"
Without Ning Fengzhi keeping her in check, Ning Rongrong had completely reverted to her Little Demoness nature.
"Rongrong, ah..."
Ning Fengzhi was somewhat displeased that Ning Rongrong had not listened to him.
"How could we possibly foist ourselves on a heavenly god of that stature?"
More importantly, Ning Fengzhi did not want ties with the Heavenly Court. The Heavenly Court was far too vast; he would have no say there.
Ning Rongrong entered the city, intending to trade the things in her Storage Soul Tool for some money and settle down first, when she suddenly noticed a building bustling with voices.
"The Heavenly King's Temple?"
Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up, and she stepped inside.
This temple belonged to Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King Li Jing. A majestic statue of Li Jing holding the Seven Treasures Exquisite Pagoda stood in the main hall.
"I never thought I'd be this lucky!"
Ning Rongrong hurried forward and kowtowed three times with resounding thuds.
"O Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King above, your faithful believer Ning Rongrong comes from the Douluo Continent. My Martial Soul is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, and I share an indissoluble bond with you. Perhaps we were family many years ago."
"Your unworthy descendant pays her respects, Ancestor. Please watch over me."
Ning Rongrong prayed silently, assigning herself the identity of the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King's descendant right from the start.
She had grown up pampered in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. She knew how to please her elders and had thoroughly mastered the benefits of their favor.
Unfortunately, she received no response.
"Maybe Heavenly King Ancestor is too busy. After all, Heavenly King Ancestor isn't some little Earth God."
Ning Rongrong kowtowed again. "Heavenly King Ancestor, go on with your work. I'll come see you again once I've settled down."
Undiscouraged, Ning Rongrong skipped out of the Heavenly King's Temple and went to the neighboring City God's Temple to register her name. Again, she saw no City God, but she vaguely felt a stronger sense of belonging to this world.
Thinking of the strange authority these gods of the Primordial World possessed, Ning Rongrong knew she had been entered into the register.
Afterward, Ning Rongrong exchanged items from her Storage Soul Tool for some money and bought a courtyard residence in the city to settle down.
She also found a carpenter to make a spirit tablet for the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King, then had a small statue of him cast in pure gold to enshrine at home.
From then on, she never failed to offer three sticks of incense every day.
"I, Ning Rongrong, am clinging to this powerful leg no matter what!"
Ning Rongrong did not know whether it would work. She would try it for a while first.
Her maneuver left the people of the Douluo Continent dumbfounded.
"You can do that? Then once I get to the Primordial World, can I find a god and claim him as my ancestor too?"
"I'm afraid it won't work. Why would those gods pay any attention to such things?"
"That's where you're wrong. There's nothing to lose by trying."
The people of the Douluo Continent felt as though a door to a new world had opened, and decided to try this trick once they reached the Primordial World.
Yu Xiaogang scribbled furiously in his notebook.
"The Ten Core Competencies for Achieving Godhood in the Primordial World have been refined a little further."
"When I publish them, as long as someone succeeds, I, Yu Xiaogang, will be a teacher of gods."
Elsewhere, Zhao Wuji had also finished registering his name and handling the other formalities. He likewise received no audience with the Earth God.
However, Zhao Wuji's mindset had already changed.
"I, Zhao Wuji, have nowhere to go. From today onward, I'll become a wandering hero and perform one good deed each day. All I ask is not to enter those Eighteen Levels of Hell after I die."
Zhao Wuji had grasped the foundation of the Primordial World: merit.
He would spend the rest of his life accumulating merit.
Of course, he did not act immediately. Instead, he sold some things from his Storage Soul Tool for money and temporarily settled in a small village to switch cultivation methods.
"Even if I can't break through to refining essence into qi, I at least need to draw qi into my body first to gain some ability to protect myself. Then I'll begin traveling the Primordial World and doing good deeds."
"While I'm switching cultivation methods, I can also expose the evil deeds Tang Hao and those others committed to the people of Douluo."
All four people who had ascended this time settled down within an extremely short period. The flow of time in the Primordial World seemed to be accelerating.
Through the Light Screen, the people of the Douluo Continent saw that no one had died this time and were deeply envious.
Not to mention Zhu Zhuqing, whose heaven-defying luck had landed her right on an Immortal's doorstep.
"The people who ascended this time were clearly luckier than the first group. What a pity I wasn't among them."
On the road as he fled toward Heaven Dou, Yu Xiaogang desperately wished he could take their place.
Beside him was Tang San, panting like an ox.
"If I, Tang San, had been chosen, I wouldn't be in such a sorry state now. Damn Spirit Hall, damn Douluo Star Will."
Still, Tang San felt a trace of comfort. Xiao Wu, now your Third Brother is just like you, finding joy amid suffering.
The thought that Xiao Wu was suffering just like him filled Tang San's heart with sweetness.
So what if we're in different worlds? Our hearts are together.
He, Tang San, was not alone.
Meanwhile, forces from across the continent descended upon the Clear Sky Sect.
Even the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan were no exception.
The Clear Sky Sect was clearly finished, making this the perfect time to swoop in for spoils.
Although the existence of the Primordial World seemed to have made the Soul Master system less important, as long as the Douluo Continent had not completely merged into the Primordial World, its resources still had to be fought over.
In less than half a month, under the leadership of Spirit Hall's Bibi Dong, the Clear Sky Sect's stronghold was destroyed, and its accumulated reserves were carved up by the various factions.
Sect Master Tang Xiao and several elders all died in battle. Only Tang Hao, Tang San, and Tang Yuehua, who were away, escaped the disaster.
Tang Yuehua had established the Moonlight Pavilion in Heaven Dou City and knew many nobles. Coupled with her complete lack of cultivation aptitude, this allowed her to narrowly escape disaster.
She had also been deliberately spared to see whether she could be used to lure out Tang Hao or Tang San.
However, the major factions no longer cared much about Tang Hao. The Clear Sky Sect's resources had already been divided up, and the most valuable things left on Tang Hao were his Soul Bones.
Yet Tang Hao was powerful and difficult to handle. With great risks and little reward, people soon stopped paying attention.
This also gave Tang Hao an opportunity to make contact with Tang Yuehua.
With Liu Erlong's help as well, the group from Shrek successfully hid inside Blue Tyrant Academy.
"They dared destroy my Clear Sky Sect! Every last one of them deserves to die!"
Tang Hao raged impotently inside Blue Tyrant Academy.
"Daddy, I'll work hard to become stronger. Sooner or later, I'll avenge the Clear Sky Sect!"
Tang San had never been to the Clear Sky Sect and felt no attachment to it, but the thought that it should have been his backing immediately made him pant like an ox.
"Little San, the Douluo Continent is no longer safe. You must seize the chance to go to the Primordial World."
Tang Hao gripped Tang San's shoulders as he spoke.
"I know, Daddy. Don't worry. Once I reach the Primordial World, I'll definitely kill Qian Renxue and let Spirit Hall taste what it's like to have its heir wiped out."
Tang San's eyes brimmed with murderous intent, his thoughts exceptionally clear.
"Daddy, I want to make some Hidden Weapons as trump cards."
"All right. Daddy will help you."
Tang Hao secretly contacted Tang Yuehua and obtained many precious materials. Tang San began reproducing several of the most powerful Hidden Weapons in the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record.
These would all become his trump cards after reaching the Primordial World.
Before they knew it, another half month had passed.
A month had passed on the Douluo Continent, while nearly a hundred days had passed on the Primordial World Continent.
That day, as usual, after finishing his forging, Tang San dragged his exhausted body onto the grass and lay down, looking at the Light Screen in the sky with a smile.
Lately, watching Xiao Wu had become the most relaxing part of Tang San's day. Seeing Xiao Wu being used as a brush gave him even more drive.
Most importantly, although Xiao Wu had suffered greatly, she had also benefited.
It could be said that whatever remained undigested of the spiritual substances the Black Bear Spirit ate ended up in Xiao Wu's mouth.
Throughout Bai Ze Ridge, the Black Bear Spirit ate the best food, and Xiao Wu ate the second best.
Without any cultivation method, relying solely on what she secretly learned and her instinctive absorption of the essence of the moon, Xiao Wu finally completed her transition to the Qi Refining Method.
She formally entered the stage of refining essence into qi and began taking human form.
"Once Xiao Wu takes human form, her living conditions should improve considerably."
"Xiao Wu, you must believe in me. Before long, I'll come to the Primordial World to save you."
Filled with hope, Tang San looked at Xiao Wu on the Light Screen. A single glance made his eyes nearly split with fury.
"No, Xiao Wu!"
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