Faced with Ning Rongrong's shocked gaze, Ning Liu remained calm and simply nodded.
He raised his hand and touched his forehead, which was smooth, but he knew that the mark of that killing sword was already imprinted deep in his soul.
"What kind of god is it? Is it the God of Swords?"
Ning Rongrong pressed for more information, her big eyes filled with curiosity.
Ning Liu shook his head and uttered two words.
"Asura God".
Although Ning Rongrong didn't quite understand the specific status of the Asura God in the God Realm, she thought that since her senior brother was so powerful, she knew that he must be an extraordinary figure.
Her little face was immediately filled with pride and joy. She hugged Ning Liu's arm and shook it, humming smugly, "As expected of my senior brother!"
...
Meanwhile, in the distant realm of the gods.
In a sacred garden paved with nine-colored glazed tiles, filled with exotic flowers and rare herbs.
This is the divine realm of the Nine-Colored Goddess.
A woman dressed in a nine-colored gown, with an exquisite appearance and a graceful demeanor, was sitting leisurely at a jade table, savoring the delicate pastries in front of her.
Suddenly, her hand holding the teacup paused slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed in her beautiful eyes.
"Huh?"
Opposite her sat a slightly overweight man wearing a chef's robe who looked cheerful.
Seeing this, he asked curiously, "What's wrong? What happened that made you so flustered? Could it be that my freshly baked 'Seven-Treasure Exquisite Pastry' isn't to your liking?"
This person is none other than the God of Food from the divine realm.
The Nine-Colored Goddess ignored his teasing. She put down her teacup, closed her eyes, and her divine sense instantly pierced through endless space, descending to the Douluo Continent and landing on Ning Rongrong.
The next moment, she suddenly opened her eyes, her face filled with undisguised shock.
"How is that possible!"
The God of Food also dropped his joking expression; for the Nine-Colored Goddess to lose her composure like this, the matter must be quite serious.
"What's wrong?"
The Nine-Colored Goddess took a deep breath, her voice tinged with solemnity: "My successor, Rongrong, and her partner..."
"He has obtained the inheritance of the Asura God!" the Nine-Colored Goddess said, enunciating each word clearly.
"puff--"
The God of Cookery nearly spat out the pastry he had just put in his mouth; his eyes widened in disbelief.
"Who? The God of Asura?"
"Are you kidding me?! That God of Slaughter who hasn't made a sound for tens of thousands of years, who just spends all his time bathing in his own blood river and nurturing his sword, has actually started looking for a successor?"
"I would never be wrong about my feelings."
The Nine-Colored Goddess's expression was extremely serious. "That killing power is pure and domineering. Apart from him, there is no one else in the God Realm who can match it."
"Moreover, the inheritance mark has already been formed, which means that the assessment has officially begun."
The fat on the God of Food's face trembled, and he forgot all about eating, quickly probing down with his divine sense.
The eyes of God can easily perceive the origin.
From his divine perspective, several distinct sacred auras were intertwined above the plaza of Liulitian, clearly separated yet strangely coexisting.
A domineering and incomparable blood-red killing intent, originating directly from Ning Liu, was none other than the power of the Asura God.
A sinister and mysterious purple aura of resentment was hidden within the body of a woman not far away; it was the aura of the Rakshasa God.
A wisp of pure and ethereal golden chrysanthemum aura clung to a man with a slightly effeminate demeanor.
Finally, a divine light of nine colors, originating from the same source as the Nine-Colored Goddess, emanated from Ning Rongrong, pure and noble.
The God of Food's divine sense swept over the area quickly, and when he withdrew it, he was completely stunned.
He counted on his fingers, "Asura God, Rakshasa God, and one more... Chrysanthemum? Is this the Chrysanthemum God?"
"Good heavens, they've gathered four divine inheritors all at once? And one of them is at the God-King level?"
The God of Food was completely unsettled. He looked at the Nine-Colored Goddess, and both of them saw deep shock in each other's eyes.
"What on earth is going on? When did divine inheritance become so worthless? It's appearing in droves like cabbages?"
"No."
The Nine-Colored Goddess shook her head, her expression more serious than ever before.
"On the contrary, this means... something big is about to happen."
The succession of gods is crucial to the stability and continuation of the divine realm, and is by no means a trivial matter.
There can only be one explanation for such a dense cluster of occurrences at the same time and place—
This may be a pre-emptive arrangement by the divine realm in response to some kind of impending major upheaval.
Upon hearing this, the God of Cookery's smile vanished completely, replaced by a solemn expression.
He remained silent for a long time, then suddenly let out a long sigh.
"Sigh, all the good talents have been snatched up by you fighting and killing people. I'm so worried about finding a successor who is both talented and genuinely passionate about cooking. Why is it so hard?"
As he spoke, he picked up another piece of pastry and angrily stuffed it into his mouth, as if chewing on his troubles.
Seeing his appearance, the Nine-Colored Goddess's heart stirred, and she suddenly spoke:
"Haven't you been unable to find a suitable candidate?"
"Yes, what's wrong?" the God of Cookery replied vaguely.
“Look,” the Nine-Colored Goddess’s gaze turned downwards again, landing on Ning Liu.
"That boy named Ning Liu seems to be the core of everyone's group."
"The Asura God is so arrogant, and the Rakshasa God is so evil, yet they can both gather around him. This shows that this child's luck is so strong that he is no ordinary person."
The God of Cookery chewed on his pastry, looking at her with a puzzled expression.
The Nine-Colored Goddess smiled slightly and made a suggestion that even the God of Food was stunned.
"If you're really interested, why not join in the fun? Asking him to help you search might be much more effective than you wandering aimlessly around the mainland like a headless fly for thousands of years."
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