After the Battle of Jialing Pass, the rest of the Shrek members successfully passed their godhood trials and ascended to godhood at level one hundred.
Three hundred years later, in the God Realm Center.
"Third Brother, Rongrong, both of you calm down! There must be another way!"
At this moment, Ning Rongrong stood confronting Tang San, holding a sword.
"Third Brother, are you really willing to give up those living lives for the sake of the God Realm?"
Tang San was in great pain as well, but for the sake of the greater picture, he had no other choice.
"Rongrong, the God Realm must remain stable. This concerns not just the gods, but the mortal realm as well!
For the sake of even more lives, I have no choice but to sacrifice them!"
It had been a full three hundred years since the Shrek Seven Devils became gods. During this period, the God Realm had remained completely peaceful, without the slightest turmoil.
Yet no one could have foreseen that the plane's power would suddenly fall out of balance without any warning.
This change instantly shattered the tranquility of the God Realm. If this imbalance was not stopped in time, it would overlap with other planes, and the consequences would be unimaginable.
As the rift grew larger and larger, everyone was shocked to discover that it was actually devouring the "faith power" of the God Realm. Once devoured completely, both the God Realm and the mortal realm would cease to exist.
Right now, the rift could only be sustained by the sheer struggle of Tang San's Asura God sword and Sea God Trident.
The God of Space had perished a century ago, and only those possessing the "Illusory Space" spirit could work together to repair the rift.
Yet how could human power possibly fully resist the laws of the universe? These few people were bound to be sacrificed.
A goddess loves all living beings.
Ning Rongrong could not bear to watch those vibrant lives die before her eyes just to protect her.
"Third Brother, I only know one thing: gods should protect mortals."
As her words fell, Ning Rongrong transformed the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda into nine colorful chains. Like needles, the chains slowly stitched the rift together.
"Rongrong!"
Seeing this, the other six immediately stepped forward to transmit their divine power to Ning Rongrong.
The Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda could not hold on for long—it was merely a spirit, after all. To truly resolve this crisis...
Ning Rongrong immediately increased her spirit power, releasing her origin power, imbued with her heart's blood, straight from her chest.
Finally, she turned back to glance at one last time at her companions, and then at her beloved, Oscar.
Oscar simply stared at Ning Rongrong in silence.
With a faint smile, Ning Rongrong chose without a single shred of regret to use her divine body to complete the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda, forming a true spacetime chain to lock the spacetime rift.
Her body gradually grew transparent, and the turmoil in the God Realm finally ceased.
"No!"
This Goddess of Nine Colors, who had once supported an entire army by herself, ended her glorious life in a heroic manner. Her demise was like the brightest shooting star in the night sky—though brief, it left behind eternal radiance.
"Rongrong! Rongrong! Come here quickly, Grandpa Sword is personally holding the spirit awakening ceremony for our little princess!"
The voice had barely faded when Ning Rongrong snapped back to full awareness. Wasn't she dead? Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone! Hadn't they sacrificed themselves over three hundred years ago? Could she be dreaming? Was this... the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?
Before Ning Rongrong could recover her wits, she heard Sword Douluo call out again: "Rongrong, come quickly!" This time, Ning Rongrong clearly realized that this was no dream; it was reality—it was real!
Looking at Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone, whom she had not seen in over three hundred years, Ning Rongrong could no longer hold herself back. She ran over, threw her arms tightly around them, and burst into loud sobs.
Sword Douluo looked at Ning Rongrong with heart-wrenching affection and comforted her. "What's wrong with our little princess? Weren't you doing just fine a moment ago?"
Bone Douluo also hurried to squat down, asking anxiously: "Did someone bully you? Tell Grandpa, and Grandpa will deal with them for you."
Ning Rongrong cried so hard she was out of breath. If this truly was a dream, she wished the dream could last a little longer.
After crying for a while, Ning Rongrong calmed down. She thought to herself: I must have been reborn. Why? Could it have something to do with the spacetime rift?
Since she could not figure out the answer, she decided to take care of the present moment first. She wiped away her tears and said softly, "I'm fine, Grandpa Sword! I just missed you and Grandpa Bone! Who would dare bully me? Our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is the number one auxiliary-type sect on the mainland, after all!"
The two grandfathers were instantly amused by Ning Rongrong, and Ning Fengzhi helplessly rubbed his forehead, saying, "Alright, alright. Today is Rongrong's big day, so let's not delay. Awakening your spirit is what matters most."
Ning Rongrong nodded toward her father and stepped forward, standing in the middle of the array laid out with six round black stones.
Sword Douluo also stood up, reaching out to channel his spirit power. Then, taking out a glowing blue crystal ball, he said, "Rongrong, don't be afraid. Just relax and feel it carefully!"
Immediately afterward, six pale streams of golden light poured into the black stones, forming a golden protective barrier that enveloped Ning Rongrong. The golden light transformed into dots of light that permeated Ning Rongrong's body.
Trembling slightly, Ning Rongrong extended her right hand. Hovering above her right hand was none other than a nine-story pagoda.
The body of the pagoda was made of a semi-transparent glassy material, its surface covered with exquisite carvings and inlaid with blue sapphires, emitting a blue-gold radiance.
"The Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda! Rongrong actually has the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda spirit!"
At that moment, Ning Rongrong felt something else wanting to emerge from her left hand, so she said, "Father, my left hand seems to have a warm energy too. I think I might have a second spirit!"
Just then, above Ning Rongrong's left hand, a bow appeared. The entire bow was ice-blue, its surface covered in rhombus-shaped ice crystal patterns, crystal-clear and exuding a chilling cold.
"This is... this is the Guangling Divine Bow! It's actually Twin Spirits!" Ning Fengzhi said excitedly!
Ning Rongrong looked in astonishment at the bow on her left hand. Clearly, in her previous life, when her spirit awakened, she only had the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda spirit; yet in this life, it was actually Twin Spirits! Could this also be related to the spacetime rift?
Ning Fengzhi was so excited he was practically speechless.
"Don't worry, let's test your spirit power!" Sword Douluo said as he handed the blue crystal ball in his hand to Ning Rongrong. Ning Rongrong withdrew her spirit and pressed her palm against the blue crystal ball.
The crystal ball sucked Ning Rongrong's inner energy into itself, and the blue crystal ball instantly shone with a dazzling radiance!
"It's actually Innate Full Spirit Power! Our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect hasn't seen Innate Full Spirit Power and the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda appear together in hundreds of years!"
Ning Fengzhi squatted down and pulled Ning Rongrong into a tight embrace, murmuring, "Our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has a future!"
At this very moment, Ning Rongrong remained immersed in the shock brought by the astonishing Twin Spirits from just before. In her mind, the scene of two completely different spirits simultaneously manifesting in her hands echoed repeatedly.
She looked blankly at her hands, her heart filled with doubt and confusion. How could the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda have come back with her all this time?
What baffled her even more was that that bow was identical to the spirit of Guangling Douluo, the Fifth Elder of Spirit Hall! What on earth was going on here?
Could it be that some special connection existed between her and Guangling Douluo?
Observing the reactions of her two grandfathers and her father, Ning Rongrong realized: this bow might be related to her mother.
Thoughts surged like a tidal wave, intertwining various guesses and questions in Ning Rongrong's mind. In the end, this six-year-old body could not withstand the pressure and she fainted.
Before passing out, Ning Rongrong had only a single thought: It doesn't matter. Since everything is different now, I will start all over again!
This time, I will protect my family and absolutely never let them make sacrifices for me again!
End of Chapter.