Global Game: My Divine Skills Reach Full Level Automatically

"That’s right."

Little Zhao quickly said:

"I am an Ascender from the Lower Realm. I only ascended to this Imperial City a couple of days ago. Just as I was trying to figure out this world’s situation, someone nearly killed me. If not for my benefactor’s rescue, I would’ve died here..."

She paused upon saying this, and suddenly screamed ’Mother!’ after seemingly seeing something.

She struggled to her feet, staggered over to the bottom of a nearby beam, and fell to her knees beside a corpse, looking utterly devastated.

Little Zhao, though young, was already an exceptionally beautiful young woman.

Even in her panic, despair, and sadness, her stunning beauty and unmatched elegance were hard to conceal.

Ding Ling walked over to look at the corpse and saw that it belonged to an old woman who seemed to be seventy or eighty years old.

But upon closer inspection,

Ding Ling knew the old woman was wearing a human-skin mask.

Little Zhao was no ordinary girl; although she was gentle, considerate, innocent, charming, and generous, she had a very resilient side deep within.

After a moment of distraction, she came back to her senses and couldn’t help but ask Ding Ling:

"Benefactor, my mother, is she beyond saving?"

"She’s already lost her vitality. There’s no way to bring her back."

Ding Ling, although his medical skills were godlike, and his Longevity Venerable Qi was unbelievably restorative, and even the incomplete Holy Heart Technique had significant healing capabilities.

However, he had just exhausted both streams of Longevity Venerable Qi to save Little Zhao, who was almost completely dead, and the Vigorous Qi of the Holy Heart Technique was also entirely depleted.

At this time, he was powerless to save Little Zhao’s mother.

Unless Ding Ling obtained the complete version of the Holy Heart Technique, there might be a chance.

"The dead cannot come back to life. My condolences."

Wuming also came over to comfort Little Zhao with a few words.

Now that Little Zhao was alive again, she looked like a delicate lotus flower in the morning dew, astonishingly beautiful—a sight that even someone like Wuming couldn’t help but turn to look at her, revealing her exceptional and incomparable beauty.

Youruo was extremely beautiful, but compared to Little Zhao, she was slightly less so.

"Thank you, Senior, for your comfort."

Little Zhao, with tears streaming down her face, said:

"My mother didn’t have a good life in the Lower Realm. I didn’t expect that after just two days in the Upper Realm, she would die so tragically in this Imperial City."

She reached out and took off her mother’s human-skin mask:

"Since my mother is dead, I must dress her beautifully and let her leave gracefully."

Once the mask was removed,

a face of indescribable elegance and beauty appeared right before Ding Ling’s eyes.

Ding Ling was taken aback.

If Little Zhao was beautiful enough to evoke sympathy, then this woman’s beauty was enough to bring ruin to a nation. Even in death, her pale face brightened the room with brilliance, and her stunning appearance was unparalleled, making one lament that such a beauty had perished just like that.

...

Little Zhao’s mother was called Daisi.

She was buried outside the Imperial City.

Ding Ling was the one who completed the task of erecting the stone monument and engraving words upon it.

Wuming and others accompanied Ding Ling and Little Zhao throughout.

The God of Capture went to arrange for people to clear the corpses in the Imperial City.

Everyone divided their work clearly, and everything appeared quite harmonious on the surface.

"The craftsmanship of this stone monument, the dragon-and-phoenix-like calligraphy, both are at the level of Transformation Realm. An Alien once said you, Ding Ling, can do anything. I was skeptical before, but seeing this, I believe it a bit more now."

Wuming admired:

"So young, and your Martial Arts are impressive, and your calligraphy is not weaker than that of the Calligraphy Saint. Truly admirable."

He paused, then said:

’Now that Daisi has been buried and honored, Ding Ling, can we have a talk?’

"What do you want to discuss?"

Ding Ling straightened up, glanced at Wuming and his group, and asked calmly.

Little Zhao followed Ding Ling closely.

At that moment,

it seemed she had set her heart on Ding Ling, and his shadow began to appear in her eyes and mind.

In the Lower Realm,

because of the Alien’s meddling, although Little Zhao knew Zhang Wuji, she didn’t have much emotional entanglement with him, and naturally, there was no talk of love.

She and Daisi chose to ascend because the enmities and romances of the Lower Realm were too complicated. They sought to avoid them and grow stronger, so they ascended to the Upper Realm.

Unexpectedly, they encountered misfortune. Little Zhao almost died, and Daisi did not survive and passed away.

Though young, she had experienced quite a bit, but this was the first time she had encountered such a dangerous situation. Ding Ling had spent an immense amount of True Qi to forcibly pull her back from the Ghost Gate, which was unimaginably difficult.

Therefore, she felt immense gratitude towards Ding Ling, almost to an unlimited extent.

In her mind, her life was given by Ding Ling.

The rest of her life should be dedicated to serving and sacrificing for Ding Ling.

Because of this belief, she steadfastly stood behind Ding Ling.

"I rushed to the Imperial City this time to act as an intermediary, to convince the Emperor to negotiate with you. I don’t want Jiuzhou to erupt into war, causing suffering, and allowing places like Japan to take advantage."

Wuming sighed deeply:

"I just didn’t expect that I ultimately arrived a step too late."

Little Zhao had extraordinary fortune and acquired the Breathing Technique.

Her strength was profound.

Because she was standing behind Daisi at that time, she received less of the pressure. She roughly saw the appearances of the people who massacred and poisoned the city.

There were two of them.

One was tall and slender with a heroic yet slightly evil air;

the other was a man cloaked in a metallic mask, with a ghostly figure.

These two were completely different from Ding Ling, clearly making it impossible for them to be the killers.

Ghost Tiger and the God of Capture, upon learning this, apologized to Ding Ling twice for it.

"Given the situation, what’s your next move, Wuming?"

"I will investigate who killed the emperor."

Wuming’s eyes were deep, his expression solemn as he said:

"The World Association and the Imperial City suffered massacres one after another. The intentions of the assailants are significant. I must stop them before the calamity erupts."

"I wish you success."

"Thank you."

Wuming stepped forward two paces, staring at Ding Ling:

"Ding Ling, do you still plan to unify Jiuzhou?"

"What else?"

Ding Ling locked eyes with Wuming, his gaze steady as a still lake, revealing no emotion:

"Do you think this land, without an emperor and officials, won’t fall into chaos? If no one steps forward to unify Jiuzhou, others will take advantage, and the common folk will suffer."

Wuming paused, saying:

"You have a point."

He paused again, took a deep look at Ding Ling: "But I hope you can be a good emperor, for the country and the people, to protect the innocent from the ravages of war."

"Of course."

Ding Ling said:

"I have a proposition."

"Please say."

Seeing Ding Ling so approachable, Wuming relaxed quite a bit, his approval and fondness for Ding Ling increasing significantly.

"I want to exchange Cultivation Techniques with you."

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