Chapter 27

If you truly need love, come love me—I can completely take Tang Hao's place and love you.

Qian Renxue stood before her, her beautiful eyes calm as water, and she spoke in an extremely alluring voice: "A Yin, believe me, sacrifice is the best choice, everything! For the greater good!"

The dusky sunset spilled over A Yin and Qian Renxue, casting long shadows. Tears welled in A Yin's eyes again, her heart torn in fierce struggle. Qian Renxue's words seemed to possess a strange magic, gradually eroding her will.

Finally, A Yin, as if having made some decision, gently closed her eyes.

Her hands slowly rose, and a faint blue light began to emanate from her body, growing brighter until it enveloped her entirely.

A Yin's originally tragic yet beautiful face became supremely sacred and solemn; as the light shone, her body grew gradually transparent, seeming to merge with the light. A Yin began the sacrifice, and the mighty, vigorous life force of the hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Emperor slowly flowed out.

The Blue Silver Emperor vines still entwined around Tang Hao gradually turned into specks of golden light and dissipated.

At the moment A Yin began the sacrifice, a resplendent red pillar of light that pierced heaven and earth suddenly appeared in the previously silent sky! The blinding red pillar was like a sword stabbing straight through the firmament; its intense, brilliant light seemed to illuminate the whole world, and the piercing red light spread like a surging tide.

Immediately after, a colossal, blood-red hundred-thousand-year spirit ring emerged as if a deity had descended. The ring radiated dazzling light, and a sacred, magnificent red halo hovered in the air.

All the soul masters of the Spirit Hall were stunned by this magnificent sight; they widened their eyes, their gazes burning as they fixed on this hundred-thousand-year spirit ring—what a beautiful scene!

Qian Renxue was no different; gazing at this soul-stirring hundred-thousand-year spirit ring, her desire burned like fire, her formerly calm heart filled with awe and longing.

The light illuminated A Yin's gradually ethereal Blue Silver Emperor form; her sacrifice continued, her life force surging like a tide toward the hundred-thousand-year spirit ring, which made the scene incomparably tragic and heroic beneath its glow! The whole scene seemed to become an epic feast, and the Spirit Hall's soul masters became its witnesses! The hundred-thousand-year spirit ring born of the Blue Silver Emperor bore a dazzling red as brilliant as a ruby, and across the red ring spread the Blue Silver Emperor's azure-golden source patterns.

Those azure-golden patterns resembled the Blue Silver Emperor's roots, intricately intertwined; like its vines clinging to the ring's surface, lively and full of vitality; or like its flowers dotted among them, splendid and charming. (The author actually doesn't know if the Blue Silver Emperor has flowers, but seeing it so thick in the anime, flowers probably don't matter.) They made the blood-red spirit ring appear more noble and elegant; the azure-golden source patterns complemented the red, giving the hundred-thousand-year spirit ring a unique beauty. Each pattern held the Blue Silver Emperor's mighty power source, making one unable to help but become intoxicated while gazing upon them.

Inside the Spirit Hall.

Far within the Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong stood silently before a huge floor-to-ceiling window, gazing into the distance, as if yearning for a certain silhouette.

Suddenly, her heart leapt; a strange sensation surged up, and Bibi Dong felt the soul power fluctuation, a flicker of shock and complexity crossing her eyes.

Bibi Dong instantly understood—it was a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring! Not an ordinary one! This powerful fluctuation was the sacrifice of a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring! It meant the soul master offering the sacrifice truly possessed everything of that spirit beast! Bibi Dong's expression immediately became uncertain; she frowned slightly, her mind racing, feeling the surging power from afar, her purple nails unconsciously digging into her palms.

Bibi Dong murmured to herself, "It's a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring. Actually a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring." She left the window, now completely uninterested in pondering any boring white moonlight.

She paced back and forth in the hall, her heart filled with shock and a hint of indescribable emotion; as a super genius with two top-tier martial souls, this was the first time she felt jealousy.

Bibi Dong's stunning face wore a grave expression as she pondered whether this sudden change would affect her plans.

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The Clear Sky Sect.

At the moment the hundred-thousand-year spirit ring appeared, the Clear Sky Sect remained as tranquil as usual, except its current sect master, Title Douluo Xiao Tian Tang Xiao, who sensed it. At that instant, Tang Xiao snapped out of cultivation, his eyes flashing with shock and disbelief.

"Impossible, this is? This is Third Sister's aura—how could it be? Xiao Brother, how could this happen!" His burly body shuddered slightly, his normally calm heart overturned by tumultuous waves.

To Tang Xiao, the aura of that hundred-thousand-year spirit ring was intimately familiar—it was the girl he had always kept in his heart! Knowing Tang Hao's nature, if this were true, Xiao Brother must be plunged into what mortal peril!

Tang Xiao stared toward the direction where the hundred-thousand-year spirit ring's aura fluctuated, his hands unconsciously clenching.

Raging fury engulfed Tang Xiao's mind—damn it, damn it! He wished to lead the Clear Sky Sect's disciples at once to slaughter their way over and bring Third Sister and Xiao Brother back to the sect.

But he couldn't, as the Clear Sky Sect's sole Title Douluo now; he couldn't risk it—if he really died, how would he fulfill his father's last behest? On one side lay his beloved woman and Xiao Brother; on the other, the sect entrusted to him by his father before death. Tang Xiao's normally straight posture involuntarily bent; the man who had just broken through to Title Douluo and taken the name Xiao Tian seemed to have his spine bowed under the sect's responsibility.

"Father, I'm so exhausted! The sect's duty, Third Sister's and Xiao Brother's safety—what should I do?" Tang Xiao sat quietly on the bed; the room was silent, yet the floor before him gradually grew damp with water.

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the Sword Douluo Chen Xin, renowned as the foremost in offensive prowess among soul masters, had been leisurely polishing his beloved Seven Slaughter Sword when a powerful, unique aura fluctuation arrived; his sharp eyes snapped open, a flash of envy crossing his gaze.

If my ninth spirit ring were also a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring, would I still be stuck at rank ninety-six, unable to advance even an inch?

"A hundred-thousand-year spirit ring… it seems the Douluo Continent is about to become unsettled again." Chen Xin murmured, his brows knitting tight. He knew full well that the emergence of such a mighty spirit ring would surely cause a great uproar; his grip on the Seven Slaughter Sword tightened unconsciously.

"Old Bone should have sensed it too—no, we must go consult Feng Zhi!" Chen Xin immediately grasped the gravity; he began devising a response for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, knowing that a major upheaval might soon erupt, and he must prevent this change from affecting the sect.

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family.

Within the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family, ranked among the top three of the Seven Great Sects of the Douluo Continent, Yu Yuan Zhen was handling family affairs in his study when suddenly that powerful, unique hundred-thousand-year spirit ring aura intruded upon his perception. Yu Yuan Zhen shot to his feet, his mighty dragon aura erupting uncontrollably through his body, a hint of gravity flashing in his tiger eyes.

"It's actually a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring appearing…" Yu Yuan Zhen drew a deep breath; his heart immediately began to worry for the fate of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family. His usually aloof face grew unusually stern.

Yu Yuan Zhen knew well that the emergence of a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring would shatter the existing peace; if he carelessly charged into the eye of the storm, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family might face extermination! Standing where he was, he continually pondered various scenarios, considering how the family could maintain a foothold in this tempest.

Although the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family is touted as one of the world's top three sects, it is in fact merely the tail end of third place; despite its vast size, only Yu Yuan Zhen alone holds the rank of Title Douluo!

The world's third-ranked sect rests solely on his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon spirit, which has reached the ninety-sixth rank, utmostly rigid and fierce; one could say the sect's third-place standing is entirely due to Yu Yuan Zhen alone.

But now a Title Douluo possessing a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring has appeared in the world—who knows if he won't come knocking, seeking the prestige of being the world's third sect?

"Alas, troubled times." The family's younger generation lacks successors, with not a single Title Douluo among them—how could Yu Yuan Zhen not worry?

(End of chapter)