Chen Xin felt the Seven Killing Divine Sword, which was connected to his bloodline and had already undergone a transformation.
He raised his head, his gaze falling on Ning Liu once again.
There was shock, gratitude, bewilderment, and even a hint of bitterness at being an elder who was left far behind by the younger generation.
Chen Xin took a deep breath and bowed solemnly to Ning Liu.
"Grandpa Jian, what are you doing!"
Ning Liu quickly stepped forward and offered his hands in a gesture of support.
"Ning Liu, let me finish."
Chen Xin's voice was more serious than ever before.
"This kindness cannot be described by the words 'rebirth'. In my life, I have never respected heaven and earth, nor worshipped ghosts and gods, but only believed in the sword in my hand. Today, I bow to you. From this day forward, my life and this sword belong to the sect, and also to you."
He made no empty promises, but every word he uttered carried immense weight.
Ning Fengzhi watched this scene with deep emotion in his eyes.
"Hey, hey, hey, Old Swordsman, that's not fair of you!"
A loud, boisterous voice broke the solemn atmosphere.
Gu Rong rubbed his large hands together, his face full of envy, jealousy and hatred. He squeezed in front of Ning Liu in three steps, his eyes wide like copper bells.
"Ning Liu! You can't be so biased! The old swordsman got a huge benefit; his broken sword has become some kind of 'divine sword.' What about me? What about me?"
He pointed to his chest and declared confidently:
"We're both veterans of the sect. You can't just think of him and not me! Don't I, this old man, deserve to contribute my share?"
Seeing Gu Rong's impatient look, Ning Liu couldn't help but chuckle.
"Grandpa Bone, this opportunity is not something I can designate for anyone."
Ning Liu smiled and explained, "For this kind of thing, we still need to consider the compatibility to some extent."
"Compatibility?"
Gu Rong's eyes lit up.
"We'll have to try to find out! What if there's a god who likes my tough body?"
Ning Liu made a "please" gesture and smiled:
"Then please go up to the altar and try it out."
"You said it!"
Upon hearing this, Gu Rong was overjoyed. As if afraid that Ning Liu would change his mind, he couldn't wait to flick his sleeves and stride confidently onto the altar of faith.
He imitated Chen Xin's actions, stood in the center of the altar, took a deep breath, and his expression became solemn.
"roar--!"
A deafening dragon roar echoed throughout the room.
Gu Rong's body instantly swelled, and thick bone armor emerged from under his skin. In the blink of an eye, a ferocious and enormous bone dragon phantom coiled behind him.
It was his martial spirit, the Bone Dragon!
Nine spirit rings, two yellow, two purple, and five black, spiraled upwards, and the pressure belonging to a level 96 powerful attack type titled Douluo swept out in all directions like a mountain and a sea.
Gu Rong pushed his soul power and aura to the limit, stood tall and proud, closed his eyes, and struck a pose that seemed to say "Choose me quickly," quietly waiting for the gods' favor.
One second.
Two seconds.
Ten seconds passed...
The altar did not respond.
The bone dragon martial spirit behind Gu Rong was still majestic, but the ancient patterns on the altar were dim and showed no sign of lighting up.
The expectation on Gu Rong's face gradually turned into doubt.
He quietly opened one eye and glanced at the altar at his feet.
Still no response.
He abruptly closed his eyes again, wondering: Was it because my heart wasn't sincere enough? Or was my posture wrong?
He changed his posture again, putting his hands behind his back and raising his chin even higher.
Ten more seconds passed.
Not only was there no phantom of a god, but not even a hair of a god appeared.
That ancient stone altar was just like any ordinary stone, completely immune to his powerful soul force and dragon might.
Gu Rong's expression began to change.
From anticipation to doubt, from doubt to embarrassment, finally, his old face turned bright red, almost dripping blood.
He could clearly feel several gazes coming from behind him, some of Ning Fengzhi's helplessness, others of Chen Xin's indifference.
And then there were the strange looks from Emperor Xueye and Prince Xuexing, who seemed to want to laugh but dared not.
This is so...so embarrassing!
This is completely different from what I imagined!
Just now, when Chen Xin went up, the light soared into the sky, and the gods descended. The aura was terrifying.
Why is it that when it's my turn, I'm being made to stand here like an idiot?
"cough……"
Beside him, Prince Xuexing couldn't help but cough and speak in a low voice, trying to suppress a laugh while full of "curiosity."
"Your Majesty Bone Douluo, this altar of faith... could it possibly be able to communicate with a 'Bone God' or a 'Bone Dragon God'?"
This sentence was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.
"Pfft."
Someone couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Gu Rong's old face instantly lost its composure. He suddenly opened his eyes and glared fiercely at Prince Xue Xing, his eyes seeming to say, "You just wait."
He reluctantly withdrew his martial spirit, and the enormous bone dragon phantom transformed into a stream of light and disappeared into his body.
Gu Rong slunk down from the altar, muttering to himself, "What altar? It must have been broken by that old swordsman's move!"
Chen Xin's lips twitched slightly, and he chose to keep his eyes and nose to himself, refusing to look at his old friend.
Ning Fengzhi smiled and shook his head, then stepped forward and patted Gu Rong on the shoulder, comforting him:
"Uncle Gu, that's enough. These kinds of divine opportunities are all about 'fate' and cannot be forced."
"I went up there too, and nothing happened."
Emperor Xueye and Prince Xuexing exchanged a glance, both seeing relief in each other's eyes.
Fortunately, they had the self-awareness to know their place.
Even Ning Fengzhi, a level 96 Bone Douluo whose martial soul has now evolved into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, was completely unaffected when he went up to him. So there's no need for the two Soul Douluos to go and humiliate themselves.
The path to godhood ultimately belongs to the very elite of this continent. As members of the imperial family, being able to witness this moment is an immense privilege for them.
Seeing Gu Rong looking dejected, squatting in the corner drawing circles, Ning Liu smiled and shook his head.
It seems that even with a religious altar and divine favor, it's not as simple as just picking cabbages.
The key is the fit.
Chen Xin's Seven Kill Sword, with its "killing" essence, is highly compatible with the God of Slaughter, which is why it succeeded in one fell swoop.
As for Gu Rong's Bone Dragon Martial Soul, there may not be a corresponding divine position in the Douluo God Realm.
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