Versatile Mage: Rebirth of the Holy Tiger, Many Children and Many Blessings

Chapter 215 Chinese Soul

"There is indeed a question, what kind of existence is the Dark King?"

Lu Ming needs to figure this out. Wentai's effect cannot last forever. One day, the dark plane will invade the magic plane.

"I have to think about this issue."

Wen Tai frowned and organized his words in his heart.

"Since you came to me, I believe you should know that there is more than one Dark King."

"The Dark King is actually equivalent to the will of the dark plane, but now this will is very chaotic and has not yet been completely formed."

"This also means that all clones of the Dark King are qualified to become the real Dark King."

"However, now the nine most powerful clones have been born. Each clone has the strength of the Rooftop Emperor. It is estimated that the final Dark King will be selected from these nine."

Wentai said slowly.

"Nine roofs?"

Lu Ming couldn't help but click his tongue, just a few clones of the Dark King could destroy the magic plane.

"You should be among these nine."

Lu Ming looked into Wen Tai's eyes and said.

"Haha, I'm not here to waste my time. Only by truly mastering the dark plane can we stop the invasion of these guys."

Wen Tai said calmly

"However, we were not sure that we could succeed before this. Now that I see you, I think the success rate has exceeded 70%."

Lu Ming noticed that Wen Tai was talking about us, not himself.

"I?"

However, Lu Ming still felt a little strange. Perhaps his biggest interaction with the dark plane was his in-depth communication with Albedo.

"I thought you knew it. Do you know how you traveled through time?"

Wen Tai smiled pretending to be mysterious.

"How to travel through time?"

"Say it, don't be pretentious."

Lu Ming's face became a little solemn. He had never thought that there was a trace to the matter of traveling through time.

"It's so boring."

Wen Tai touched his nose and continued.

"Let's talk about the hosts of the Parthenon Soul."

"The first, Emperor Xuanyuan - Huangdi!"

"Second, First Emperor - Ying Zheng!"

"The third term, I am the Holy Son Wentai!"

"As for the fourth term, you should know it."

Wen Tai looked at Lu Ming and said names that shocked both ancient and modern times.

In the end, Wen Tai just looked at Lu Ming, and his meaning was obvious.

Lu Ming could understand what Wen Tai meant. The ancient Yellow Emperor, the First Emperor, himself, and Lu Ming were all summoned by the Parthenon spirit to travel through time.

Whether you understand it or not is another matter.

Wentai's statement was too shocking. How could the Parthenon soul have such power to serve as a bridge between the magical world and the technological world.

"No, I got the soul from your daughter through some strange combination of circumstances."

Lu Ming immediately discovered the loophole. If nothing happened to Albedo, the soul would not be with him.

"But the soul finally came to you, didn't it?"

"Actually, I'm also surprised. The previous ancestors only traveled through each other after thousands of years, but the two of us are only separated by a few decades."

"Originally, I just wanted the spirit to protect my daughter during this period."

Wen Tai pondered for a moment, also thinking about the reason.

"Idiot, that's because our competition is at the end, and the soul can't wait any longer."

Suddenly, another face appeared next to Wen Tai, with a stern face and endless majesty in his eyes.

Even Lu Ming felt a little unsteady when he saw that person's face for the first time.

"Ancestor, why are you here?"

Wen Tai chuckled a few times.

"Ancestor?"

Lu Ming looked at that face suspiciously, Ying Zheng?

Ying Zheng is actually in the dark plane. Could it be that every summons of the Parthenon soul is due to the turmoil in the dark plane.

Thousands of years ago, Ancestor Ying Zheng made the same choice as Wen Tai, so why is the current age of magic happening?

"I don't have any offspring like yours with blond hair and big waves."

Ying Zheng snorted coldly.

"You can't blame me for this. You, the old man, didn't throw the soul to Greece randomly. Otherwise, its name would not be called the Parthenon Soul, but the Chinese Soul."

Wen Tai curled his lips, but revealed the biggest secret of Parthenon's soul.

Chinese soul? !

The Parthenon Soul was once a Chinese Soul, which really surprised Lu Ming.

The two clones of the Dark King, whatever they said, made Lu Ming feel a bit eye-opening, completely beyond his expectations of coming to the dark plane this time.

"Hmph, I alone am enough, let you do whatever you want."

Ying Zheng said domineeringly, as the eternal emperor of two worlds, Ying Zheng died in the technological plane and was reborn in the magic plane. He is still the most powerful ancient king in history and the originator of the undead system. This first emperor has his own Capital of pride.

Lu Ming couldn't help but feel helpless. It was really in line with the character of this ancestor to throw away his soul at will before coming to the dark plane.

I am the only one in the world, worthy of being the First Emperor!

If this is really the case, then Lu Ming can figure it out.

The ancient king once founded Sha Yuan, and the dead kings from all directions under his command can obviously achieve true immortality and become the undead emperor. It is not impossible to control the ultimate power of death with his strength.

However, the ancient king detected the turmoil in the dark plane, and like Wentai, came to curb the invasion of the dark plane.

Of course, Lu Ming felt that it was probably the ancient king who found that becoming the Dark King was more challenging than becoming the Undead Emperor, so he came.

"Lu Ming pays homage to the First Emperor."

As a descendant of China, although Lu Ming is now a white tiger, he still respects the First Emperor deeply.

"You're lucky, kid. You traveled through time and became a totem sacred beast, which saved you from a lot of suffering."

The ancient king narrowed his eyes at Lu Ming. For a moment, Lu Ming felt that his underwear had been stripped clean.

"Wen Tai talks too much, I just want to talk to you briefly."

"The final battle for the Dark King will be resolved soon, estimated to take about ten years."

"If your strength can reach the top of the roof before this, you can participate in this final battle for rights."

"Every soul selector is eligible to participate, as long as they have matching strength."

"Okay, that's it. If nothing happens, I'll leave."

After the ancient king finished speaking, his face really changed. This ancestor was really straightforward.

Lu Ming closed his eyes and tried to digest the information.

"In other words, among the nine clones, Wentai, Shi Huangdi, and Huangdi, you three only occupy three seats?"

"No, no, no, that guy Huang Di was summoned by the spirit to usher in the age of magic. He has already died of old age."

Wen Tai's tone was pity. If Huang Di also joined in, their success rate would increase infinitely.

"Okay, boy, this is probably the situation. Our ancestors also said that you should cultivate to the ridge of the roof as soon as possible."

"You two, live a good life. I will visit you in the future."

Wentai looked at Astraea and Norman with soft eyes. The three of them looked at each other for only a few seconds, and Wentai's face disappeared.