I've already been given the title of Douluo, and you want me to be reasonable?

Chapter 200 The Nine-Colored Goddess Who Wants to Choose Ning Rongrong
The Nine-Colored Goddess moved with light, lotus-like steps, her body radiating a soft nine-colored halo. Wherever she passed, patches of celestial herbs and exotic flowers quietly bloomed on the ground.

"The disciple you speak of is indeed suitable to inherit my divine power, but you should also understand that my husband is in the divine realm. The martial spirits we inherit must be a pair of partners. I can't pass it on to her while my husband has no one to pass it on to."

"Senior is joking. Throughout history, there have been very few people who have been able to have a place for husband and wife and become god-level powerhouses. Moreover, you should have witnessed the situation of Douluo Continent over the past tens of thousands of years."

"It's incredibly difficult for a food-type Soul Master to break through to the Title Douluo level, and the same goes for support-type Soul Masters. Take the disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda that you've taken a liking to, for example. At most, she can only reach the Soul Saint level in this lifetime, and she will never be able to break through to the Title Douluo level on her own in the future."

"As for the husband you mentioned, he must be Senior Food God, right? The Food God is looking for a support-type Soul Master, but it's not that easy."

“Oscar from Shrek Academy is indeed the best choice, but can he break through level 100? Even if he breaks through level 100 in the future and becomes the God of Food, what will you choose? Will you choose my disciple or Ning Rongrong, who will never become a Title Douluo?”

Upon hearing this, the Nine-Colored Goddess smiled knowingly, and her nine-colored halo suddenly intensified, illuminating the entire space in a dreamlike manner.

“Young man, you only know one side of the story. Although Oscar is a food-type Soul Master, his talent and temperament have already broken the shackles of Douluo Continent. More importantly, the threads of fate have already tightly bound him and Ning Rongrong together.”

The Nine-Colored Goddess waved her hand, and a crystal-clear light screen appeared in the void. In the scene, Oscar was sweating profusely as he honed his strength, and each of his martial souls contained a powerful fluctuation of soul power.

Ning Rongrong assisted him from the side, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda shimmering with light, providing him with various amplifications.

“You see, although they haven’t said it out loud, the tacit understanding and trust between them has already surpassed that of ordinary partners. Given time, they will surely ascend to godhood together.”

Lin Yuan, however, put one hand behind his back and laughed out loud, saying, "If that's the case, why is Senior still paying attention to my disciple? Could it be that Senior wants to choose someone more suitable, right?"

The Nine-Colored Goddess narrowed her eyes, clearly realizing that Lin Yuan had seen through her plan. No wonder he was the chosen successor of the Asura God; he was indeed cunning.

Lin Yuan sat on the rock, took a sip from the wine gourd at his waist, and said softly, "Even if you are not willing to accept my disciple, I will not force you to pass on the divine position to Ning Rongrong if you like her."

As for whether you two will be able to achieve your goal, that remains to be seen. Senior, there's no need to say anything more. If all else fails, it's not impossible for me to have my disciple create their own deity.”

Upon hearing this, a strange, almost imperceptible emotion flashed across the Nine-Colored Goddess's face, and she then frowned slightly.

Clearly, they hadn't expected that Lin Yuan would want his disciple to create his own deity.

Aren't you afraid of perishing and your soul being scattered in the process of creating your own deity?

The Nine-Colored Goddess looked at Lin Yuan before her, narrowed her eyes slightly, and asked, "So what you mean is..."

"It's not my idea, but Senior's. After all, it means nothing to me. If Senior wants their deity to remain forever, then... do as you wish." "As for Ning Rong, whom Senior mentioned, I'm not exaggerating when I say he has no chance of breaking through level 100, much less becoming the next Nine-Colored Goddess. As for the Food God Oscar, he might have a chance, but only a chance. Even god-level powerhouses can perish, let alone this mere Soul Venerable."

The Nine-Colored Goddess's nine-colored halo surged violently, like burning clouds, as she stared at Lin Yuan, her voice carrying a hint of murderous intent:

"Young man, do you know what it means to create your own god? It means going against the Heavenly Dao, and the slightest mistake will lead to annihilation! Since the formation of the Douluo God Realm, only the Asura God has proven his Dao through killing and created a completely new godhood. Do you think this is child's play?"

Lin Yuan slowly rose, gently shaking the wine gourd in his hand, the amber wine rippling: "Senior, I am naturally aware of the dangers involved. But Ye Lingling's Nine Heart Begonia inherently contains the power of life's origin. If one can comprehend the mysteries of life and death, it is not impossible to find another way. You are trapped by the shackles of established inheritance, but you have forgotten that what the Douluo Continent has in abundance is people who break the rules."

Before she finished speaking, the Nine-Colored Goddess suddenly raised her hand, and a beam of colorful light shot straight at Lin Yuan's brow. However, the light turned into countless flower petals and dissipated the moment it touched his robe.

Behind Lin Yuan, a phantom of a Shura appeared and disappeared, with crimson patterns flowing under his skin like burning flames.

"The Mark of the Asura God." (Nine)
The Goddess of Rainbow's expression changed slightly. "No wonder you are so bold. But even with the protection of the Asura God, how could a mere human easily touch the power of faith and the understanding of laws required to create a deity?"

Lin Yuan's lips curled into a carefree smile, and a ball of ghostly blue flame suddenly appeared in his palm. He then said indifferently, "The power of faith? The understanding of the laws? Senior, do you still remember that when Poseidon, the sea god, descended, there were only a handful of ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts on the Douluo Continent?"

"Now, in just ten thousand years, Soul Masters have emerged in great numbers, twin Martial Souls have appeared in the world, and even the Angel God and Rakshasa God have begun to intervene in the human world. This world should change."

The Nine-Colored Goddess remained silent for a long time, and the light around her gradually subsided. With a wave of her hand, a crack appeared in the void, revealing a majestic corner of the divine realm.

"Very well, since the God of Asura has chosen you, there must be a reason. We'll discuss Ye Lingling's inheritance later. But you must remember, the path of creating one's own godhood inevitably involves bearing the karmic burden of all living beings. If she truly has this opportunity..."

A complex look flashed in the eyes of the Nine-Colored Goddess, then she said calmly, "Perhaps, it's time for the God Realm to usher in a new order."

Just then, a deafening roar came from the depths of the Sunset Forest, and the entire earth trembled violently.

Lin Yuan, with one hand behind his back and his expression unchanged, continued, "Then it's up to you, senior. I have other matters to attend to. Since you are unwilling, then I, your disciple, have no need for the Nine-Colored Goddess."

Seeing that Lin Yuan no longer needed her deity, the Nine-Colored Goddess was clearly conflicted. If it were anyone else, they would have been eager to kneel down and beg her for help.

However, Lin Yuan didn't care at all. He simply asked her what she thought. If she had to choose Ning Rongrong, then the deity could remain forever.

(End of this chapter)