Human Emperor World, Netherworld Hall.
A flicker of astonishment crossed Bibi Dong's eyes, but it vanished after only a moment.
An illusion?
Impossible.
Bibi Dong firmly shook her head inwardly, rejecting the guess outright.
The wind here, the ground here, the feel of the air here-everything was flawlessly real.
The future world was real.
And so was the Human Emperor.
At that thought, fierce excitement suddenly flared in Bibi Dong's chest.
She had actually begun preparing for a war that would sweep across the entire continent many years ago.
Now, this Human Emperor had actually ruled the world.
Could the Human Emperor be me?
The corners of Bibi Dong's lips were just about to rise when the joy in her heart was instantly doused.
No.
The memories of her identity in her mind told her that the Human Emperor was a man.
Surely I couldn't have changed my sex in the future?
The absurd thought flashed past, then gave way to deeper fury.
The Human Emperor was not her.
Then someone must have stolen the foundation of a flourishing empire that should have belonged to her!
Douluo Continent had been hers for the taking, a chessboard she had spent decades arranging!
How dare some unknown Human Emperor snatch food from a tiger's jaws and steal the fruits of her labor?
And he even wanted her to serve him?
Utterly outrageous!
The chill in Bibi Dong's eyes surged.
"I'd like to see just who you really are."
Her voice was icy. Suppressing all her thoughts, she stepped outside.
Since she was here.
She naturally had to investigate this world's foundations.
She only had memories concerning her own identity and knew nothing about this world; she would need to explore it herself.
Leaving Netherworld Hall would also put some distance between her and that so-called Human Emperor.
Human Emperor Academy Second Campus.
The plaza buzzed with voices.
Ning Rongrong mingled with the crowd, unable to hide the excitement and curiosity in her eyes.
Today was the entrance assessment.
I wonder how many points I'll get.
She looked up.
A young man slowly stepped forward and pressed his hand against the Assessment Stone Platform.
White light flashed.
Neat lines of text instantly appeared on a screen of light.
[Yu Qingchi] [Innate soul power: level 8] [Martial soul: Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, upper-middle martial soul, 85 points] [Soul power: level 32, 81 points]
An icy mechanical voice rang out.
This result seemed utterly ordinary.
Discussion throughout the plaza never stopped. Not a single person cared, and the noisy voices reached Ning Rongrong's ears.
Apart from her, few noticed the young man; they were all nervous about their own upcoming assessments.
Douluo Continent.
The spectators watching across the world were instantly dumbfounded.
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon!
The publicly acknowledged strongest beast martial soul on the continent had only received an upper-middle rating?
"Absurd! Utterly absurd!"
At Shrek Academy, Grandmaster scoffed on the spot, his face full of disdain.
"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon is the continent's strongest beast martial soul, with boundless potential and the secret Dragon Transformation technique. How could it only be upper-middle?"
"These people of the future know nothing about martial souls! Their research isn't worth a thing!"
He raised his head and puffed out his chest, brimming with confidence. At last, he had found a flaw in the future world.
"If I go to this world, I'll have to give them a proper lesson in the Ten Great Martial Soul Theories!"
Beside him, Flender nodded repeatedly in agreement.
"Xiaogang is right."
"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon is indeed a top-tier beast martial soul. That's a fact acknowledged across the continent."
"Grandmaster's martial soul research is unrivaled throughout Douluo Continent. You should all learn more from him."
Yu Xiaogang's prestige had just suffered a blow, so naturally, he had to help restore it.
Besides, he himself acknowledged the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon's strength. This time, he genuinely agreed with Yu Xiaogang.
"Understood, Headmaster."
Hearing this, Dai Mubai and the others looked at Grandmaster with a little more approval.
The embarrassment of having just been proven wrong was swept away.
Grandmaster instantly regained face, growing even prouder and more self-satisfied.
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
A thunderous crash shook the hall.
Yu Yuanzhen sat in the main hall, already consumed by towering rage.
"Outrageous!!"
"Our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon is a top-tier martial soul!"
"How dare this mere future world classify it as upper-middle and give it only 85 points?"
"This is naked humiliation!"
Yu Yuanzhen's eyes bulged with fury as he slammed his palm against his chair's armrest.
"Pass my order to the entire clan! From this day forward, our Blue Lightning clan will never set foot in this Human Emperor World!"
"Anyone who chooses this world makes an enemy of me, Yu Yuanzhen!"
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Ning Fengzhi gazed up at the sky screen, his face filled with shock.
Even the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon only ranks as upper-middle?
Then just how terrifying are the top-tier martial souls in this Human Emperor World?
At Human Emperor Academy, the assessments continued.
"Next, Ning Rongrong."
Hearing the instructor call her name, Ning Rongrong's heart tightened. She cautiously stepped onto the Assessment Stone Platform, filled with unease.
She looked forward to her score, yet feared the result would fall short of her hopes.
[Ning Rongrong] [Innate soul power: level 9] [Martial soul: Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, upper-middle, 89 points] [Soul power: level 27, low-grade, 59 points.]
The glaring low-grade rating stood out sharply.
Ning Rongrong's face instantly paled, her heart lurched, and she clenched her little hands nervously.
Oh no.
Am I going to be expelled?
The instructor on the platform knitted his brows and could not help reprimanding her.
"Innate level-nine soul power, yet you're only level twenty-six at twelve?"
"You've been far too lax! If you keep this up after enrolling, you could be expelled from the academy at any time!"
Ning Rongrong shrank her neck and obediently lowered her head to admit her mistake, not daring to argue at all.
Douluo Continent, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Seeing this, Ning Fengzhi's heart finally settled, and he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as she isn't expelled.
For some reason, at this moment, he dearly hoped his daughter could gain a firm foothold in this Human Emperor World.
He was now deeply curious about this future world and yearned for it greatly.
Beside him, Bone Douluo exploded with anger on the spot.
"Nonsense! What a completely baseless assessment!"
"Rongrong has always cultivated diligently. How could she possibly be low-grade?!"
His beard bristled and his eyes bulged, his expression furious.
Chen Xin remained silent. Listening to Bone Douluo praising Ning Rongrong beside him, he quietly closed his eyes.
Ning Rongrong, cultivating diligently?
We'd thank heaven and earth if she simply stopped causing trouble.
That old bag of bones really dared to say it. Even I feel embarrassed listening.
Shrek Academy.
Holding a carrot, Xiao Wu pointed at the sky screen and remarked casually.
"Rongrong being level 27 is a little low, really. Little San and I are both over level thirty now. Even ten thousand years from now, we'd score over eighty."
"Who could compare with you two freaks? Your talent is monstrous."
Ma Hongjun gave a bitter laugh, his face full of helplessness.
"I'm already fourteen, and I'm only level thirty-one."
Beside him, Oscar hung his head, even more dejected.
Seeing Oscar's low spirits, Grandmaster immediately clasped his hands behind his back, stepped forward, and spoke confidently.
"There's no need to belittle yourself!"
"Support-type martial souls are inherently difficult and slow to cultivate. Judging talent solely by soul power level is utterly absurd!"
"You have innate full soul power. Becoming a level-thirty-one Soul Elder at fourteen has already broken the continent's century-long record for food-type Soul Masters!"
"Even in the future world, you would be an outstanding, top-tier genius!"
"They only look at soul power scores. All they'll do is bury true prodigies like you!"
"In terms of talent, you're no weaker than Ning Rongrong."
These words warmed Oscar's heart.
He instantly regained his confidence and nodded repeatedly.
"Grandmaster is right!"
"I won't give up easily."
He silently made up his mind. This Human Emperor World was inferior to Peerless Tang Sect after all; he would never go there.
Grandmaster nodded in satisfaction.
In truth, if Ning Rongrong were not going to become a god in the future, what he had originally wanted to say was that Oscar's talent was greater than hers.
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