The mole man's name was Luo Bingxiu. He was born in a martial arts family in the secular world. Due to his exceptional cultivation aptitude, he was brought into Death Temple two hundred years ago.
This made Ding Ning extremely puzzled. According to what he knew, didn't the Death God Temple only accept geniuses with special constitutions? This Luo Bingxiu clearly did not have a special constitution.
Luo Bingxiu explained to him in embarrassment. Death Temple indeed wanted geniuses with special constitutions. Every hundred years, the temple had a rigid requirement of at least ten people with special constitutions.
However, it was not easy to find ten geniuses with special constitutions. Therefore, the person in charge of searching for people with special constitutions had a headache every time. When there were not enough people, he could only brace himself and bring back some martial artists with exceptional cultivation aptitude. He was one of those who were brought back to make up the numbers.
If the quality was not good enough, they could make up the numbers. The most ridiculous time was four hundred years ago. The temple only found one genius with special constitutions and brought back as many as 179 people to make up the numbers.
This was a common occurrence. Although the higher-ups of the temple were dissatisfied, they could not do anything about it. After all, it required a lot of luck to find ten people with special constitutions in a short period of half a year.
Moreover, it was not just Death Temple. Three temples were searching for geniuses with special constitutions at the same time. Therefore, unless one was extremely lucky, no one would be able to complete the task.
Therefore, over the years, there were many martial artists like Luo Bingxiu in the temple who were neither good nor bad.
Of course, since they could be brought back to make up the numbers, it meant that their aptitude was pretty good. In the eyes of the higher-ups of the temple, they were probably the kind of people who were of little value but useless. Since it was a pity to abandon them, they could only make use of them and see if they could bring any unexpected surprises.
Therefore, the higher-ups of the temple set up a series of extremely strict and abnormal assessment standards. If these people of little value could reach the almost impossible standard within the specified time, they would be like sparrows that flew to the branches and become phoenixes. They would enjoy the same treatment as geniuses with special constitutions and join the ranks of the candidates for the Son of God.
Luo Bingxiu was also known as a genius in the secular world. Of course, he was not willing to give up this opportunity to rise rapidly. Therefore, he cultivated extremely hard. Unfortunately, he did not reach the standard in the end and became one of the god slaves with the lowest status in the temple.
A hundred barges strive against the current, the one who strives first, a thousand sails compete with each other, the one who advances bravely wins.
Of course, even those who were lucky enough to become a God's Successor or a God's Successor did not mean that they could completely relax. After all, the number of God's Successor or God's Successor was fixed and the competition was very intense. If they dared to relax and stay where they were, others would catch up to them and they would be kicked off the altar at any time.
This time, it was also because the competition between the Divine Princes was too intense. The seventh-ranked Divine Prince was about to be overtaken by the eighth-ranked Divine Prince, so he was eager to perform meritorious deeds to stabilize his position. That was why he had volunteered to take on this laborious and thankless task. He had even made a military pledge with great ambition. If he couldn't bring back ten people with special constitutions within half a year, he would voluntarily demote himself to the eighth-ranked Divine Prince.
Even if he was a God's Successor whose position was in danger, he was still a God's Successor. There was a one-eighth chance that he would become the supreme ruler of the Temple in the future. Therefore, Luo Bingxiu and the other God's Slaves, who could not see any hope at all, wanted to seize this opportunity to ride on the God's Successor's coattails and enthusiastically signed up to bet on their future.
If they lost, they could just go back and continue to be their God's Slaves. There would be no loss and they could just treat it as a vacation in the secular world. However, if they won, even if they couldn't be accepted as God's Slaves by the Divine Princes, they would still be rewarded with a lot of cultivation resources for their meritorious deeds. With these cultivation resources, their strength would be greatly improved and they would be qualified to compete for the position of God's Successor.
Ding Ning had thought that he could learn the true colors of the Temple of Death from the mole man.
Unfortunately, Luo Bing's status was too low.
The status of Xiu was too low. Even the scope of their daily activities was limited to a certain area. High-level places were forbidden areas for them. If they dared to take a step inside, they would be ruthlessly killed. Their knowledge was extremely limited.
This time, it was all thanks to a Divine Son Candidate who had entered the Palace of Death with him and had a good relationship with him. That Divine Son Candidate had put in a good word for him, allowing him to stand out among the many God Slaves and appear on the list of those who followed the Divine Son out to work.
However, he did not expect that he would die before he could succeed. It was his first time carrying out the God's Successor's order and he became Ding Ning's prisoner. This made him feel hopeless and hopeless.
With the God's Successor's suspicious and cruel nature, even if he did not say a word about the Temple's secret, he would not allow him to continue living, not to mention that he was afraid of death.
"What is the God's Successor's cultivation?"
Ding Ning unconsciously knocked on the table and asked with a solemn expression. However, his heart was in an uproar.
Although Luo Bingxiu was now a prisoner, his cultivation of Half-step to Divine Realm was solid.
This kind of expert who stood at the peak of the human world was actually the lowest God's Slave in the Temple of Death? Then what was the cultivation of the God's Successor who was much more powerful than them? What was the realm of the Temple Master who was more powerful? How could he not be shocked by this?
"I don't know."
Seeing that Ding Ning's expression had darkened, Luo Bingxiu hurriedly explained with a long face, "The Temple never looks at one's realm and cultivation. They only look at one's combat power."
"Only look at one's combat power?"
Ding Ning looked thoughtful. If that was the case, everything seemed to make sense. The greatest power that the world could bear was Half-step to Divine Realm (hereafter referred to as Demigod). It was almost impossible to break through to Divine Realm on Earth.
Therefore, whether it was the God's Successor or the Temple Master of Death's Temple, it was very likely that they were all Demigod experts. Although they were at the same realm as Luo Bingxiu and the other God's Slaves, there was a world of difference in their abilities.
For example, Ling 'er and Zi Que' er were both Demigods. However, if Ling 'er's attainments in formations and other techniques were not taken into account, Zi Que' er would definitely be far ahead of Ling 'er in terms of raw abilities.
After all, Zi Que 'er had awakened her eighth tail and possessed the Eight Great Bloodline Remarkable Abilities. Her abilities were definitely unfathomable. Even though Ding Ning had completed his weapon refinement, he did not dare to say that he would be able to defeat her.
In Kong Lei's words, she would only be able to suppress Zi Que 'er if she could gather all seven treasures of the Wonderful Seven Treasures Technique and cultivate it to the level of Great Accomplishment. Otherwise, she was almost invincible in the Demigod Realm.
It could not be helped. The Nine-tailed Sparrow Clan's racial advantage was obvious. She had yet to officially step into the Divine State but had already awakened the Rule Remarkable Abilities that only Divine Realm experts could use.
Of course, Ding Ning also played a part in this. If he had not modified Zi Que 'er's genes, she might not have been able to awaken the Bloodline Inheritance of the Eighth Tail even after hundreds or thousands of years.
Even though the Eighth Tail was only one more tail than the Seventh Tail, her overall abilities had doubled. What kind of concept was this?
For example, if the awakened first tail's abilities were quantified as one, then the awakened second tail would double the first tail's abilities to make it two. The awakened third tail would double the first and second tails' abilities to make it four. The fourth tail would double the first three tails' total abilities to make it eight, the fifth tail would be sixteen, the sixth tail would be thirty-two …
By analogy, the awakened eighth tail's abilities would be a hundred and twenty-eight, which was a hundred and twenty-eight times greater than the first tail's abilities.
One could imagine how terrifying Zi Que 'er's abilities would be once she had awakened her ninth tail. She would definitely be invincible in the same realm.
It was no wonder that the proud and arrogant Kong Lei could not conceal her abilities when she spoke of Zi Que 'er's abilities.
It was hard not to be jealous of the unique racial advantage of living in Sour Taste.
Unfortunately, even Zi Que 'er herself could not explain the origins of the Nine-tailed Sparrow and there were no records of it in the history books.
If it had not been for the invasion of the Black Blood Plague Clan in the history of the Demon Kingdom, which allowed the Nine-tailed Sparrow's ancestor to make a series of breakthroughs in battle and awaken the Nine-tailed Sparrow Clan's magical powers, making a huge contribution to the Demon Clan's defense against the invasion and allowing the Nine-tailed Sparrow Clan to rise to the peak, perhaps the Nine-tailed Sparrow Clan would still be an inconspicuous and weak clan among the Demon Clan.
Unfortunately, although the Nine-tailed Sparrow's ancestor did not die in the war against the invasion, she had overexerted her vitality and damaged her foundation. She passed away less than a hundred years after the war ended, causing the once prosperous Nine-tailed Sparrow Clan to gradually decline. At their lowest point, they were reduced to living in the Ninth Territory for a thousand years.
Everyone knew how powerful the Nine-tailed Sparrow Clan was. However, for some reason, ever since the ancestor passed away, no one in the Nine-tailed Sparrow Clan had awakened their nine tails. There was not even one who had awakened eight tails. At most, they had awakened seven tails.
Therefore, when they discovered that Zi Que 'er had awakened the seven-tailed bloodline at such a young age, the clan believed that she would definitely be able to reach the heights of their ancestor and awaken the nine-tailed bloodline to lead the clan to glory. As such, they pushed her, who was not even five hundred years old at the time, to the throne of the clan leader without hesitation.
The facts proved that their choice was not wrong. Even if Zi Que 'er did not awaken the nine-tailed bloodline, even if the process was a little complicated and she even eloped with Ding Ning, the Nine-tailed Sparrow Clan had indeed risen to glory once again.
At the thought of this, Ding Ning began to look forward to how powerful Zi Que 'er would become after awakening the nine-tailed bloodline. He wondered who would be more powerful, her or the leader of the Temple of Death?
He would never belittle himself, but he would never be arrogant and conceited either. Although the Weapon Refinement had allowed his abilities to skyrocket, he did not dare to say that he would be able to defeat the seventh God, whom even Luo Bingxiu could only look up to, without actually fighting him.
That's right, it was the seventh God.
According to Luo Bingxiu, according to the rules of the Temple of Death, as long as one entered the God's sequence, he would no longer have his own name and would only be called according to his abilities. The seventh God was his only name now.
Of course, if his ranking could improve, he would be called the sixth God. Similarly, if his ranking unfortunately dropped, he would become the eighth God. If he was even more unlucky and fell from the God Position, congratulations, he could regain the right to use his own name.
"Why did you attack Ye Manyao?"
Ding Ning continued to ask with a calm expression.
"Ye Manyao?"
Luo Bingxiu looked a little confused, as if he did not know who Ye Manyao was.
"The leader of the Sacred Lady Clan."
Ding Ning hinted.
Luo Bingxiu came to a sudden realization and said with a wry smile, "I don't know either. We were just following the instructions of the Lord God."
Ding Ning frowned slightly. Luo Bingxiu did not look like he was faking it. He should really not know the reason. After all, he was just a god slave who had no right to speak.
Luo Bingxiu saw that Ding Ning's expression did not look good and was afraid that Ding Ning would kill him out of anger. He tried his best to recall and said, "Although I don't know the reason, I saw that the Lord God has been very close with a man and three women these days."
"A man and three women? Are they from the Temple of Death? "
Ding Ning perked up and asked with interest.
"No, the four of them are people from the secular world and are very respectful to the Lord God. By the way, the three women are all wearing white clothes and veils. They are dressed exactly like the people of the Sacred Lady Clan."
Luo Bingxiu recalled carefully.
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