Poseidon, the god of the sea, took a step forward, and the space in front of his throne rippled like water. He instantly disappeared into it.
For gods, as long as the coordinates are clear, the lower realm is merely a matter of a single thought.
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Douluo Continent, Seagod Island, Seagod Temple.
The hall, which had been silent and awestruck by the "100% affinity with the sea god" moment before, suddenly changed its atmosphere.
An indescribable, terrifying pressure descended from nowhere.
This oppressive force was not an attack on the soul, nor was it a pure physical oppression; it was more like a dimensional reduction attack at the level of rules.
In that instant, the entire space inside the Temple of Poseidon seemed to solidify from flowing water into ancient ice.
Sea Dragon Douluo, Seahorse Douluo, Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, Oscar... everyone was like a specimen sealed in amber, remaining motionless in their previous posture and expression, not even their eyes could move an inch.
In the entire hall, only three people were exceptions.
Or rather, it's about two people and one magical artifact.
Xiao Wu, wielding the trident of Poseidon, and Poseidon, the high priestess of Poseidon, standing not far away.
Xiao Wu was able to move because the trident in her hand emitted a faint golden light, isolating her from the great power that froze time and space.
Poseidon is able to move because the owner of this power has tacitly granted her freedom.
In the center of the hall, light and water intertwined, and a blurry yet tall figure slowly materialized.
He wore magnificent golden divine armor, and his long, azure hair cascaded down his back like a waterfall. Although his face was not clearly visible, one could feel that his eyes contained the entire starry sky and the sea.
The one who came was none other than Poseidon, the god of the sea.
Poseidon's body trembled uncontrollably, not from fear, but from the excitement deep within his soul.
She knelt respectfully on the ground, her voice filled with boundless piety: "Welcome the Sea God."
However, the sea god did not look at her.
His gaze, like two tangible bolts of lightning, was fixed on the petite figure wielding the trident.
His gaze swept over Xiao Wu, over the dazzling trident mark between her brows, and over the perfectly repaired, divinely radiant artifact in her hand.
Finally, his gaze settled on Xiao Wu's clear yet bewildered eyes.
His divine might was like a prison, and his divine voice was like thunder.
"Little girl."
The sea god spoke, his voice devoid of any emotion, as if the very essence of heaven were stating a cold, hard fact.
"Do you know that the realm of gods cannot tolerate soul beasts becoming gods?"
boom!
This statement was even more lethal than the oppressive force that had frozen time and space.
Xiao Wu's mind went blank for a moment.
She didn't know...
All she knew was that she was a 100,000-year-old soul beast, and the reason she had rebuilt her human form was because of this.
But now, the answer to this question has been slapped directly in her face by a true god in a tone that is almost like judgment.
Is the realm of gods incapable of allowing soul beasts to become gods?
Then what does everything she's doing now count for?
What is this Nine Trials of the Sea God anyway?
Was it a scam doomed to fail from the start?
The massive trident trembled slightly in his hand, and the sense of kinship he felt brought a burning pain.
Xiao Wu opened her mouth, but didn't know how to answer. Should she say she didn't know? Or should she question him about why?
Poseidon didn't seem to expect her answer either; his brows were furrowed, clearly indicating that he was also extremely conflicted.
What kind of situation is this? The successor was chosen by the person himself, and he painstakingly set up nine tests, only to find that the successor is a soul beast.
Does he have to kill his own successor with his own hands?
No!
He can't do it!
But what if this were brought back to the realm of gods...?
He scanned the main hall with irritation, then suddenly his gaze froze.
On the altar where Poseidon had previously knelt, lay quietly a roll of yellowed paper.
No, that's not right.
There was a scent there that he knew all too well.
The sea god flashed and instantly appeared before the altar. He reached out and hesitantly picked up the scroll.
Upon closer inspection, his pupils suddenly contracted.
"This item is a replica of a love letter written by Poseidon, the sea god who had not yet become a god, to a human fisherwoman ten thousand years ago."
"Created by a certain god in the divine realm... who was bored and had nothing better to do. The original text is sincere and moving, full of emotion, and filled with a youthful and passionate love between the lines."
Poseidon's body froze.
He was completely dumbfounded, holding that "replica love letter" scroll.
Of course he remembered that letter; it was written to his first love when he was still called Poseidon and was just a sea spirit master.
Later, his soul left his body and traveled through the realm of gods. There, that damned "god of good deeds" intercepted a piece of his memory and made it into this ridiculous replica. It was then passed around among the gods as a rare item, becoming a dark chapter in his life.
How did this thing get here?!
Poseidon, kneeling on the ground, felt the gaze of the sea god, her body tensed even more, and she lowered her head even further.
Looking at the "love letter" in his hand, and then at Poseidon kneeling on the ground, worshipping it as a sacred object, the sea god's frustration and irritation suddenly dissipated.
Instead, there was a sense of absurdity that was both laughable and pathetic, and a touch of... long-lost nostalgia.
He sighed softly and put away the scroll of "love letters" with a complicated expression.
Just as he was about to refocus his attention on Xiao Wu and think about how to deal with this hot potato, an extremely subtle yet incredibly clear voice rang out in the hall.
Click.
It looked like shattered glass, or like a crack appearing on the surface of ice.
Poseidon whirled around, his sharp gaze fixed on the source of the sound.
Among the frozen crowd, Ning Liu's figure had somehow regained its freedom.
He was neither protected by divine light nor blessed by divine power.
Ning Liu took a step out, leaving the stagnant area, and stood beside Xiao Wu.
He first patted Xiao Wu's shoulder reassuringly, then turned to the tall deity and bowed slightly, neither humble nor arrogant.
"Junior Ning Liu greets Lord Sea God."
For the first time, genuine, pure shock appeared in the eyes of the sea god.
He was just... having a headache over Xiao Wu, the inheritor of the soul beast.
In the blink of an eye, another Soul Master appeared who could move freely even under his spatial blockade.
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