Douluo, my clone Groudon

Chapter 214 Joint Trial (Part 1)

These words shocked everyone, and the entire training ground fell into a deathly silence, where even breathing could be clearly heard.

Even for many titled Douluo, the Sea God Pavilion is a mysterious place, more intriguing and desirable than the legendary Federal Council.

That is the true core of Shrek Academy, and only the most outstanding experts are qualified to enter. It is said that it holds countless secrets accumulated by Shrek over ten thousand years, and every Pavilion Master has been the strongest person in the world.

Cai Yue'er stood at the front, her cloudy eyes suddenly bright as she stared intently at Gula. This time, it wasn't her targeting Gula, but rather a matter concerning the Abyss, so no amount of caution was too much.

Her aged fingers unconsciously rubbed her sleeves, revealing her inner turmoil. As a senior elder of the Sea God Pavilion, she knew better than anyone the horrors of the Abyss Plane—a calamity capable of destroying the entire Douluo Continent.

This statement shocked everyone.

Gula raised an eyebrow, his face still bearing that composed smile. "No problem, Mr. Cai, please go ahead."

He casually shrugged, a hint of curiosity and inquiry flashing in the depths of his eyes—could he take this opportunity to fleece the Sea God Pavilion a little more?
It wasn't that he was greedy; it was just that Shrek Academy had stood strong for 20,000 years, and the accumulation of its resources was something that even he, the owner of twin god-level martial souls, couldn't help but be tempted by.

Cai Yue'er nodded slightly. When she reported just now, the Sea God Pavilion paid close attention. The Abyss Plane had been invading Douluo Continent for more than 5,000 years, during which countless talents on the continent had died. As the number one academy on the continent, Shrek Academy had recruited and trained countless genius students, so it was naturally impossible for it to stay out of it.

Every time the Abyss invades on a large scale, Shrek Academy sends its most elite teachers and students to the front lines without the Federation's call. The names of those who sacrificed their lives are still engraved on the monument in the backyard of the Sea God Pavilion.

Cai Yue'er stepped out of the martial arts room, her figure flashed and she floated in the air, flying straight towards Seagod Island.

Behind her, Gura manipulated his telekinesis to maintain a perfect distance as he followed.

From above, Poseidon Island resembles a bright green pearl set in the center of Shrek Academy, with its ancient wooden pavilion gleaming with a faint golden halo in the sunlight.

The Sea God Pavilion is no longer its usual simple appearance. The ordinary wooden house is now shining brightly. The vast and luminous invisible force can nourish the elderly living there and slow down their lifespan.

The air around the attic was slightly distorted, a special force field formed by the natural overflow of powerful soul energy.

As Gula followed Elder Cai through Shrek Academy's inner courtyard, passing several forbidden areas along the way, he could sense several powerful auras watching him from the shadows.

When they arrived at the ancient and solemn Sea God Pavilion, the faint golden aura surrounding the pavilion suddenly brightened, as if countless powerful spiritual forces were secretly scrutinizing them.

Gula chuckled inwardly, but outwardly showed no sign of it, as if he hadn't noticed anything.

The moment you step into the Sea God Pavilion, an invisible pressure suddenly descends! The air seems to be filled with a tangible pressure, causing your bones to creak under the weight.

The gazes of several elders were like sharp swords piercing down, and their immense spiritual power pressed down like mountains, attempting to make Gula lose his composure.

These powerful beings, who have lived for hundreds of years, each possess extraordinary abilities. The combined pressure of their soul power at this moment is enough to make an ordinary Title Douluo kneel down on the spot.

However, Gula merely raised an eyebrow slightly, his expression remaining calm, and even his breathing was perfectly steady.

He strolled leisurely into the center of the hall, his robes fluttering without wind, and a faint green halo swirling around him, dissolving the oppressive feeling into nothingness.

"Hmm?" An elderly gentleman with white hair narrowed his eyes slightly, clearly not expecting this young man to remain unmoved under their mental pressure. He exchanged a meaningful glance with the other elders.

Yun Ming finally spoke, his voice gentle yet carrying an undeniable authority: "Alright, Gula, don't be nervous. We called you here just to ask you a few questions." He sat in the main seat, his silver hair cascading down, his handsome face revealing neither joy nor anger.

As the current head of the Sea God Pavilion, he had to balance the opinions of all parties. At this moment, he was secretly having a headache—Gula had given him something to do as soon as he arrived, but since it involved the Abyss, as the head of the pavilion, he also had to get an explanation from Gula.

Moreover, if it weren't for his restraint, several hot-tempered elders would have already taken direct action to suppress Gula.

Old Cai sat in his seat, his deep eyes staring directly at Gula, his voice hoarse but powerful: "Your martial soul is very special, even somewhat... unlike the abilities of a normal soul master."

She deliberately emphasized the word "normal," because Gula's displayed soul skills were too outrageous and exceeded their understanding of martial souls.

Gula glanced around and saw the serious or probing gazes of the dozen or so elders. He suddenly chuckled and said, "Are you worried that I'm connected to evil spirit masters?"

Cai Yue'er paused, a mocking smile curving her lips. "No, evil soul masters are not worthy."

"Uh……"

This answer baffled Gula. He hadn't expected such a blunt denial.

Cai Yue'er didn't keep them in suspense. With a light stroke of her withered finger on the conference table, a holographic image of Gula Abyss in battle was projected.

In the scene, the ferocious three-headed avatar opened its blood-red maw, seemingly insatiable, frantically devouring the surrounding soul power and life force, distorting even the light in its wake.

"Your ability to create three avatars, parasitic seeds, and even multiple clones, especially the former, is reminiscent of certain forbidden existences."

Another elder, dressed in a dark green robe, said in a deep voice, tapping his fingers lightly on the table with a dull sound, "Abyss."

He spoke those two words very softly, yet they struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.

The atmosphere in the hall froze instantly, and everyone held their breath.

The Abyss—this taboo term represents the deepest nightmare in the five thousand years of Douluo Continent.

Gula could sense that at least three elders experienced a violent fluctuation in their aura the moment the word was uttered, a sign of deep-seated hatred and fear.

This made Gula pay more attention to the Abyss Plane, which he had always looked down upon. In his previous impression, the Abyss Plane was just "food" designed by Tang San to enhance the origin of the Douluo Plane.

In retrospect, it seems he was just talking theory without any real strategy.

Inside the Sea God Pavilion, the gazes of the twelve elders were fixed on Gula as if they were physical objects.

The rustling of the golden tree's branches outside the window only made the air inside feel more stagnant.

Standing in the center of the circular conference hall, Gula could clearly feel the scrutinizing gazes scanning every inch of his skin, especially the most subtle changes in his facial expressions and the occasional fluctuations in his mental state.

(End of this chapter)