Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends.

Ariel withdrew her hand, and the sea-blue light in her palm dissipated.

“It’s only temporary,” Ariel said. “I’ll take good care of you once we’re in a safe place.”

Poseidon nodded.

She gripped the golden trident scepter again, about to continue forward, when she suddenly felt an extremely subtle tremor rising up the seawater beneath her feet, as if a string of a submerged harp was being plucked in the distance.

Poseidon froze. Her pupils contracted slightly the instant the tremor reached her senses.

Someone is searching for them across the ocean.

The probing force was not fierce, it could even be described as gentle, but it carried a steady rhythm like the seabed itself, like a net being slowly pulled in, advancing along every current and every temperature boundary.

Poseidon recognized that method of probing; it was the power of the Deep Sea Whale King.

He has already begun using the authority he gained after becoming a god to search the entire ocean.

Poseidon did not hesitate. She gathered the power of the sea god in her palm, and a layer of pale golden light rose from her body, flowing along the edges of her and Ariel's bodies, like a curtain being slowly drawn back, separating their aura from the surrounding seawater.

“Keep quiet and don’t move,” Poseidon said. “He’s looking for us.”

Ariel didn't ask any more questions. She simply stood quietly beside Poseidon, even her breathing was as soft as it could be.

As the probing ripple flowed through their area, it was like a stream winding around a moss-covered rock, silently parting at the edge before rejoining and continuing its advance into the distant sea.

Poseidon did not move immediately.

She waited until the probing ripple was completely away, and then waited a short distance before slowly moving a few feet to the side and back. Only after confirming that the ripple showed no signs of returning did she finally stop.

“He will come again,” Poseidon said, her voice lower than before. “We can no longer stay in the sea.”

Ariel looked at her, her dark eyes offering no questions, only a calm as clear as the sea itself.

Poseidon said nothing more.

She held the trident scepter horizontally in front of her, and golden light surged from the scepter, forming a brief energy ripple around her, enveloping her and Ariel within it, before speeding towards the sea.

The undercurrents swept past them at high speed, like countless dotted lines being stretched out simultaneously.

Poseidon's speed was so fast that it exceeded Ariel's perception of movement speed. The distances that would have taken her a long journey to cross were being replaced by a series of flashes of light and shadow.

When a layer of water ripples, tinged with pale gold by the sunlight, appeared above their heads, Poseidon's speed finally began to decrease.

The moment she broke through the sea, a salty sea breeze swept over her, carrying the long-lost scent of land.

Dry soil, sun-heated gravel, and the faint scent of grass and trees wafting from afar.

Ariel followed closely behind, her fiery red hair spreading out on the sea, gleaming like it had been set ablaze in the afternoon sun.

Poseidon didn't pause. The remaining golden light on her trident scepter hadn't completely dissipated. With a backhand flick, she covered the two of them with that residual light, as if draping them in a thin veil.

She walked quickly across the sandy beach, which was repeatedly blown by the sea breeze, and suddenly stopped when she stepped onto a low earthen slope.

The sea breeze blew in from the inland of Douluo Continent, carrying the scent of dust and vegetation, gently lifting the strands of hair that fell over her shoulders.

Poseidon's gaze passed over the top of the earthen slope and landed on the distant horizon that was slowly becoming clearer.

Two enormous beams of light are rising from the depths of the continent.

They are not side by side, but located in different parts of the continent, one in the south and one in the north, facing each other from afar.

But their brilliance and dazzling light are like two stars rising at the same time, each painting the sky with completely different colors in its own way.

The pillars of light in the south were a deep, dark purple, with a somber quality.

Its light was not warm, but carried a deep sense of oppression that could not be ignored, as if a door that had been sealed for too long was slowly opening, releasing the atmosphere behind the door that had been soaked in darkness and resentment for countless years.

The pillars of light in the north present a completely different scene.

The light had a gentle, warm quality, like the sunlight of early spring, with layers of slowly flowing colors, like petals being blown by a gentle breeze.

It was a kind of light that could not be defined by a single color. Its flowing rhythm was completely different from the pillars of light in the south. It was light and soft, like a warm breeze that was confirming its territory in its own way.

Poseidon stood atop the earthen slope, her long, sea-blue hair swaying slightly in the wind. Her gaze first fell on the dark purple pillar of light to the south, then shifted to the warm light that was slowly spreading to the north.

Her pupils contracted slightly.

That was the aura of the birth of a god.

And it's not one, it's two.

At the same moment, on the same continent, two gods simultaneously entered the divine realm.

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Poseidon's fingers tightened slightly around the trident scepter, then relaxed again.

She was a high priestess of a god, but she had not yet become a god. In her long life, she had never witnessed the birth of any god.

The aura of those two beams of light was remarkably similar to the fluctuations that occurred when the Deep Sea Demon Whale King ascended to godhood.

The situation on the mainland was more complex than she had anticipated.

She withdrew her gaze and turned her head to look at the coastline behind her.

The sea she had just left remained calm, with no pursuers.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King has not yet discovered any trace of them.

Ariel stepped forward from beside her, her fiery red hair fluttering gently in the wind. Her dark blue eyes reflected the two pillars of light rising in the distance. Her voice was calmer than before: "High Priestess, where are we going?"

Poseidon was silent for a moment, then spoke, his voice more composed than before: "Let's head inland first, to find a place where the Deep Sea Demon Whale King dares not act recklessly."

She raised her hand and pointed to the warm light that was slowly spreading to the north.

"Go there."

Ariel glanced in the direction she was pointing.

The light had a gentle, warm quality, like the sunlight of early spring, with layers of slowly flowing colors, light and soft, like a warm breeze confirming its territory in its own way.

“A new god has been born there,” Poseidon said.

"The power of that light is different from that of the other god. It carries a beautiful aura, unlike the darkness and resentment of the other. That direction will be safer for us than the other."

Ariel nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

She turned with Poseidon and began to walk toward the north of the continent.

The beach widened behind them, then became covered by low bushes, and then into a wasteland of alternating gravel and hard soil.

Poseidon's steps were steady, and the wound hidden beneath her robes still throbbed faintly, but she did not stop.

Ariel walked beside her, her fiery red hair swaying gently in the wind. Her gaze occasionally swept across the distant horizon, as if to confirm that the warm light had not shifted its position.

“High Priestess,” Ariel began, “you said before that the Deep Sea Whale King could find us through the ocean. Now that we’ve left the sea, can he still track us?”

Poseidon's brow furrowed slightly, then quickly relaxed.

“His authority is related to the sea, and as long as we remain at sea, we cannot truly escape his perception. But the land is different. The soil and mountains on land are not within the scope of his authority, and he will need to use other means to find us on land.”

She paused, then added, "Moreover, the place where that newly born god resides must be covered by a layer of her own power. Even if the Deep Sea Demon Whale King wants to explore that area, he will need to break through that god-level barrier first. Until then, we are temporarily safe in that area."

Ariel did not ask any further questions.

The two walked north along the wasteland, the road beneath their feet turning from sand to gravel, and then from gravel to a gentle slope covered with wild grass.

……

Meanwhile, in Brightmoon City.

That moment came without any warning.

One second, the sky was normal; the next, the entire Bright Moon City was bathed in a beautiful and dreamlike light.

The light didn't come from any one direction, but appeared simultaneously from all directions, as if an unseen hand had gently covered the entire city with a veil woven from colors and halos of light.

The first to notice the change were the vendors packing up their stalls on the street.

Their hands stopped moving, their gazes involuntarily rising upwards, their pupils reflecting tiny specks of light from the radiance.

Next were the taxi drivers who were training outside the city; they stopped what they were doing.

Then there were the officials in the government office who were working on case files with their heads down; they put down their pens.

Almost everyone felt the presence of that power at the same time.

The light was not dazzling; instead, it carried an extremely gentle warmth, like the sunlight of spring.

It doesn't cause any burning sensation when it touches the skin, but it can give you an indescribable comfort that wells up from the bottom of your heart the moment you touch it.

Then, the light began to flow.

Its colors change slowly as it flows, first a very light layer of pale ochre, which gradually blends into a warm orange halo, and then a pale pink, like the petals of a newly blossoming flower, emerges from that warm orange.

The transitions between colors are almost impossible to capture with the naked eye. They are like a drop of paint falling into clear water, spreading, blending, and recombinating at an untrackable speed, presenting different forms at every moment.

The Soul Masters of Bright Moon City saw something extremely beautiful in that instant.

Some people saw their deceased relatives standing in a warm, sunlit sky, smiling at them.

Someone saw their most cherished childhood toy lying perfectly intact in the sunlight, its surface gleaming with a warm luster that only appears after repeated handling.

Some people saw a landscape they had never seen before, where the combination of mountains, rivers and sky was presented to them in a way that exceeded the limits of their imagination, without the slightest flaw.

That wasn't an illusion; it was more like the purest form that had been extracted from memory and repeatedly refined.

Its very existence is enough to make anyone who sees it forget where they are for a moment.

The guard standing at the entrance of the government building gripped his spear tightly, but with a slight less force than usual.

The street vendor who was packing up his stall put down his goods. He didn't bend down to pick them up, but just stood there, his gaze fixed on the empty wall in front of him, as if he could see something else through it.

The soul masters of Bright Moon City all froze for a moment, and the entire city fell into stillness.

The area covered by that force is slowly expanding, extending outward from the central area of ​​Brightmoon City, like a slowly spreading ripple, encompassing every street, every courtyard, and every window along its path.

In that beautiful and dreamlike light, everyone saw the most beautiful things in the world and fell into that dream built of beauty.

No one made a sound, no one moved a step, and no one tried to break free from that state.

Until the light finally began to subside.

First, the colors at the edges thinned out, and then the repeatedly dyed sky regained its original color.

The warm, beautiful, dreamlike glow is gradually fading away, like fine sand carried away by the receding tide, revealing the moist rock layers soaked by seawater beneath.

The Soul Masters of Bright Moon City awoke from that state almost simultaneously.

The first to recover were the guards who were standing guard at the city gate.

They blinked, and their spears had unconsciously lowered slightly. After regaining their senses, they instinctively gripped the spears again, their eyes quickly scanning their surroundings. They then found that everything around them looked the same as before.

There were no enemies, no visions, and no threats approaching from afar.

Only a wisp of fading light slowly dissipated on the horizon.

One after another, the Soul Masters awoke from the radiance emanating from their bodies.

Some people looked down at their hands to make sure their fingers could still move normally.

Someone subconsciously took a step back, as if to move away from the fading light.

Someone exchanged a glance with the person next to them, and both saw the same doubt and unease in the other's eyes.

The captain of the guards at the city gate spoke, his voice hoarse as if he had just emerged from some deep state: "What... happened just now?"

No one answered him.

The pedestrians on the street began to move slowly, but they moved much slower than usual.

People walking on the street would occasionally stop and look back at the distant sky, as if to confirm that the light had indeed disappeared.

No one knows what just happened.

That was a state of being that the Soul Masters of Bright Moon City had never experienced before.

In a side room of the Bright Moon City government building, Ning Fengzhi stood in front of the open window, his gaze fixed on the distant sky that was slowly returning to calm.

His expression was slightly more serious than usual.

He turned around and looked at the other two figures in the side room.

Swordsman Dust Heart stood in the side hall against the wall, his white robes gleaming coldly in the twilight.

Gu Douluo Gu Rong stood on the other side. His rugged face didn't reveal much expression, but one could sense that his perception was extending outwards.