Douluo Continent: So What If I Reincarnate as Ning Rongrong?

Chapter 660 Lending you a super artifact, then stabbing yourself.

"You mean, it's possible to resurrect my parents without using the method your previous avatar mentioned, is that right?"

Lan Fuzi's eyes still held traces of tears, her eyes were wide open, and her voice was full of disbelief.

Yes, there are two options.

Ning Rongrong patted her forehead, looking rather helpless.

"My conscious clone didn't finish telling you! You're really willing to consider the main body, but it's completely unnecessary."

Seeing Lan Fuzi's confused and puzzled expression, Ning Rongrong coughed twice and explained:

"Your parents have been dead for no more than half an hour and can be resurrected immediately."

"Really...really?" Lan Fuzi's voice trembled slightly.

"Yes, the memories I obtained from them after the clones dissipated show that the flow of time for the Demon Emperor and the Deep Sea Demon Whale King was halted, which means it didn't last more than an hour."

"Resurrection is possible."

"It can't be that simple, can it?" Lan Fuzi thought for a while longer.

"Hmm..." Ning Rongrong nodded, "After being resurrected, he doesn't have the original strength."

"Why?" Lan Fuzi asked, puzzled.

"It's complicated to explain," Ning Rongrong shrugged.

"Specifically, the rules governing spirit rings and spirit beast souls involve the Dragon God, which I cannot change for the time being."

"Just like how a soul beast undergoes a lightning tribulation every 100,000 years when its strength increases, even a first-level god like the Silver Dragon King Gu Yuena couldn't stop the soul beasts of the Star Dou Great Forest from being struck by lightning, so it would be difficult for me to do the same."

"Not strong enough?"

"If you can't speak properly, then don't speak at all." Ning Rongrong was speechless at Lan Fuzi's adorable, blank expression.

Knowing we're not strong enough, why say it out loud? Aren't you just asking for trouble?

"In short," Ning Rongrong said after carefully examining Lan Fuzi for a while, "I can rewind time to their past lives, but I cannot inherit their original power. I can probably retain their cultivation for about a thousand years."

"A thousand years...isn't that far too short?"

It caused two of the world's strongest individuals to lose almost all of their cultivation.

Is this definitely a resurrection, or a humiliation?

"There's no way around it. Ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts involve rules, so it's very difficult to achieve." Ning Rongrong sighed. "However, their consciousness can be preserved. It's like losing power but retaining their original consciousness, somewhat like how your soul beasts transform into human form."

"Although the success rate is 100%, it feels a bit cruel, which is probably why my clone didn't even mention it."

"It is indeed quite cruel," Lan Fuzi said helplessly.

Knowing his parents' personalities, to be precise, he might be able to accept his mother, the Demon Emperor, but if his father, who had cultivated for 990,000 years, were to become a thousand-year-old soul beast, it would be even more unbearable than killing him.

"Let's skip this for now! What's the second method?"

Lan Fuzi sighed silently. She had matured a lot after being chased.

There might be another war between gods in the future, and I've also heard from my parents that losing my cultivation level would probably be even more dangerous.

"The second method is to use the souls and bodies of the Demon Emperor and the Deep Sea Demon Whale King as your foundation, and use your bloodline to guide you to the realm of gods."

"As long as you can become a god, guided by your own bloodline, both of you can exist in another form."

"But aren't soul beasts unable to become gods?" It's impossible not to be tempted. Compared to the first option, the second one, even with its lower probability, is much more appealing.

Although he was just a child of a little over 100,000 years, his father, the Deep Sea Demon Whale King, was extremely obsessed with becoming a god. Under his influence, he had developed a strong desire for the divine realm. He wouldn't even believe it if he told others.

"That's my second point." Ning Rongrong paused slightly before continuing, "Soul beasts cannot become gods because it involves the rules of the Dragon God, which I can't change, but it's not like there's no way to cheat."

"Taking a shortcut?"

"That's right," Ning Rongrong explained. "For example, the way the Snow Empress acted. The Snow Empress can't be considered a complete soul beast; her true form is the Ice and Snow Maiden, an ice-attribute spirit."

"So, you mean you want me to abandon the bloodline of the Deep Sea Demon Whale race?"

"Yes." Ning Rongrong noticed that Lan Fuzi, who was previously as dull as the Ice Emperor, had suddenly become enlightened. Could it be that Poseidon had awakened him by smashing him with the Trident of the Sea God, which was formed from the Sea God's Martial Soul?

"In summary, the connection is built on bloodline, using the energy of you, the Demon Emperor, and the Deep Sea Demon Whale King as a blueprint, and leveraging the power of the entire ocean to help you break through to the divine realm."

"If you succeed, you will become an elf similar to the Ice and Snow Maiden."

"Or perhaps you could say it's a pure water sprite."

"While this cannot completely circumvent the rule set by the Dragon God that soul beasts cannot become gods, I have ways to achieve the corresponding results."

"What are the probabilities?" Lan Fuzi gritted her teeth. "What form will my parents take then? Will they also be gods?"

"The probability is about 60% to 70%. As for the state of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King and the Demon Emperor, it is similar to the spirit of Dugu Yan's ninth spirit ring, but not exactly the same. Both of them can exert their original strength."

After Ning Rongrong finished speaking, she fell silent, seemingly giving Lan Fuzi time to think.

Time passed second by second.

Lan Fuzi fell into deep thought.

"You only have ten minutes to consider. Even now, I can't seal the souls and bodies of the Demon Emperor and the Deep Sea Demon Whale King in terms of time and space for too long."

"Um……"

A flawless version after careful inspection!

Lan Fuzi nodded, a struggle appearing on her face.

But in just half a minute, Lan Fuzi made up her mind and made a decision:

"I've decided to use the second method. I think even if my father and mother still know what's happening in the outside world, they might still..."

"No," Ning Rongrong interrupted Lan Fuzi, "The Demon Emperor and the Deep Sea Demon Whale King don't want you to be in danger. I think as parents, they would most likely feel the same way!"

Silence. Lan Fuzi fell silent again.

It must be said that Ning Rongrong did indeed remind her.

Because of her parents' love for her, they wanted her to live safely even if they lost their own power.

But myself...

"Hoo—" Lan Fuzi took a deep breath. "I am also a 100,000-year-old soul beast who has survived a tribulation. Even if I die, I will maintain the dignity of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King."

"I understand." Ning Rongrong nodded and didn't say anything more.

In fact, Ning Rongrong could roughly foresee Lan Fuzi's choice. After this chase, Lan Fuzi realized that she was powerless against certain beings.

The parents survived as thousand-year-old spirit beasts, but even living is no better than dying.

Furthermore, the future is also very dangerous if we are not strong enough.

"What should I do?" Lan Fuzi looked at Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong did not answer immediately, but instead made a few hand seals.

Instantly, Lan Fuzi felt the world shift.

When the view became clear enough to see the surrounding scenery, two enormous deep-sea whales were already floating on the sea surface.

It was his own father, the Deep Sea Demon Whale King, and the Demon Emperor.

The strong smell of blood permeated the air and was extremely pungent.

"Dad... Mom." Lan Fuzi turned her gaze away, gritting her teeth and refusing to look at the two corpses.

Something caught his eye, and Lan Fuzi instinctively reached out to catch it. Then, looking at the ordinary-looking sword in his hand, he was taken aback.

"This is……"

"My Glazed Holy Sword, an ordinary yet extraordinary artifact." Ning Rongrong's calm voice came, "Use this sword to stab yourself in the chest, right in front of your heart. Remember to stab hard."

Lan Fuzi: "???"

(End of this chapter)