Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends.

Bibi Dong's gaze lingered on that line of text for a long time, so long that her fingertips repeatedly rubbed the edge of the paper, leaving a deep crease.

That woman, the woman who once played the role of a virtuous queen in the Heavenly Dou Imperial Palace and stirred up trouble on the frozen northern lands, she has actually become a god.

Bibi Dong slowly put down the information, leaned back in her chair, and narrowed her purple eyes slightly. Her fingertips tapped lightly on the armrest, much slower than usual, as if she were using that time to reassess the situation on the chessboard.

There is a god in the Fairy Tale Empire.

There are two leaders in the Martial Soul Sect: her and Qian Renxue.

Chapter 593 The Vanished Fishbone Cave

The numerical advantage certainly exists, but Bibi Dong knows better than anyone that there is a major variable at play.

A thousand feet of snow.

Bibi Dong's fingertips paused for a moment on the armrest.

The woman who inherited the position of angel remained deep within the temple after completing her divine trials. Apart from the golden light barrier used to block the resentment that emanated from her when she became a god, she never stepped out of the temple again.

She does not participate in politics, does not interfere in military affairs, and does not make any statements related to the interests of the Martial Soul Theocracy. She is like a sword that is sheathed but has never been drawn.

Bibi Dong was unsure whether Qian Renxue would become an enemy of Eva for the sake of the Spirit Hall.

That woman's thoughts were always hard to fathom. She had been silent for so long that even Bibi Dong couldn't read any clear intentions from her calm face.

In fact, Qian Renxue and Eva have a child together: Snow White.

Bibi Dong's brow furrowed slightly. The thought came abruptly, yet it couldn't be easily dismissed. Eva was Snow White's mother; this was an unbreakable blood tie.

Qian Renxue is also Bai Xue's relative.

The ribbon stretched between the two gods, soft yet strong, like a loosely stretched thread. It was invisible under normal circumstances, but its weight would be revealed when it was pulled with real force.

But Bibi Dong quickly suppressed that unease. The Spirit Hall is the foundation of the Six-Winged Angel clan's millennia-long heritage, and an extension of the Angel God's faith in the mortal realm.

Qian Renxue carries the blood of the Qian family, inherits the will of the angel god, and her soul is engraved with the faith and obsession accumulated by the temple over ten thousand years.

She will definitely stand on the side of the Spirit Hall.

Bibi Dong opened her eyes again. The brief ripples in her purple eyes had completely subsided, replaced by a calm and steadfastness as if tempered by ice.

She had just received word that Eva was undertaking a major overhaul of the military.

Intelligence from scouts on the border indicates that several armories in the Fairy Tale Empire are being filled at an abnormal rate, and the frequency of rationing is several times higher than before.

In the cities that were formerly part of the northern part of the Star Luo Empire and were incorporated into the Fairy Tale Empire, new conscription orders were being issued one after another.

What does Eva want to do?

The answer is self-evident. She wanted to swallow up the Spirit Hall as soon as she became a god, her ambition was even greater than imagined.

Bibi Dong's lips slowly curled into a cold smile, the curve of which carried a sharp and coldness that only appears after being provoked.

She raised her hand, summoning the messenger waiting outside the hall. Her voice was steady, and her words were clear:

"Issue the order to put all army corps on the southern front into a state of high alert and reinforce the northern border. Simultaneously, open the secret vaults of Martial Soul City and distribute three months' worth of military supplies to each army corps ahead of schedule."

The messenger acknowledged the order and quickly withdrew from the hall.

Bibi Dong sat alone in the Papal Palace, her purple eyes swirling with a dark purple light.

The authority of the Rakshasa god slowly flowed within her, merging with the anger she had suppressed for too long.

She wouldn't passively wait for Eva to come knocking. Since that woman wanted a fight, she'd show her who the true god of this continent was.

"Send the order to the Hall of Offerings," Bibi Dong spoke again, her voice as cold as an icy blade, "tell Qian Renxue that the Martial Soul Theocracy is about to enter a state of full-scale war, and that she should be prepared to act at any time."

Another messenger took the order and left, his footsteps quickly fading away outside the empty palace gates.

Bibi Dong leaned back in her chair, her gaze passing through the open doors of the Papal Palace and landing in the direction of the Hall of Worship.

The golden light curtain remained, still shrouded in mist, and the giant umbrella kept her resentful power confined within the Papal Palace.

Qian Renxue, will you make a move?

Bibi Dong didn't know the answer, but she had to assume that Qian Renxue would fulfill her duties as an angel at the crucial moment.

Meanwhile, on the golden light screen above Wuhun City, her gaze also fell on the direction of the Papal Palace from the stone steps outside.

She had received Bibi Dong's message. War was imminent.

Qian Renxue remained silent for a long time. Her six golden wings folded slightly behind her, and the tiny specks of light that swirled around their edges flickered in the twilight, just like the turbulent thoughts churning in her heart.

戰爭。

The war between the Fairy Tale Empire and the Martial Soul Theocracy was almost an inevitable outcome, destined from the moment the Star Luo Empire was destroyed.

But she didn't expect it to happen so quickly. Eva had already begun mobilizing troops as soon as she became a goddess, and Bibi Dong's response was equally decisive, issuing the order for full-scale war preparedness almost simultaneously.

Two divine auras rose from opposite ends of the continent, facing each other like two lighthouses being lit at the same time.

Qian Renxue knew she couldn't stay out of it.

She is an angel, the inheritor of a thousand bloodlines, and the being that the temple has been waiting for for ten thousand years.

Her very existence is a stance; she has been silent for far too long.

Qian Renxue slowly withdrew her gaze, turned around, and walked back into the offering hall.

The golden light barrier she used to block the power of resentment continued to circulate above Wuhun City, but she knew that the barrier would soon lose its necessity.

Once the war breaks out in full force, she will no longer be able to remain neutral as an angel.

……

In Brightmoon City, Eva stood in a side hall deep within the palace, a room that had been converted into a soul tool workshop, with a stack of soul tool blueprints brought by Poseidon spread out in front of her.

Her gaze fell on the yellowed drawing paper, her fingertips slowly tracing the lines that had been repeatedly drawn.

The patterns on the drawing are extremely exquisite; every arc and every node's marking carries a sense of precision, as if it has been meticulously crafted.

The soul-guiding technology accumulated on Poseidon Island over thousands of years is far more sophisticated than Eva initially expected.

Those blueprints not only recorded the construction method of soul tools, but also a complete energy conduction theory, an ancient system that had long been lost on the Douluo Continent.

Eva turned the stack of drawings to the third page, her gaze lingering for a moment on a node design related to energy compression and release, before she narrowed her eyes slightly.

She already had a preliminary idea in mind. If she combined this energy transmission theory with her own divine authority, she might be able to create something far beyond the scope of ordinary soul tools.

A weapon belonging to the gods.

However, that takes time. And that's exactly what she needs most right now.

Eva put the stack of drawings into her storage soul tool and turned to leave the side hall.

War was inevitable.

But Eva has no intention of personally getting involved. At least not in the initial stages of the war.

She needs time to complete the research and manufacturing of the soul tool, and she needs to appear on the battlefield in a significant and meaningful way at the right time, rather than rushing to the front line as soon as the war begins.

Moreover, she didn't need to familiarize herself with the control of divine power. Unlike Bibi Dong, who inherited the position of the Rakshasa God and needed time to adapt to the resentful power that was incompatible with her own, she was different.

Eva's divine status was formed by her using her divine prototype to comprehend the rules and condense them on her own.

The laws of beauty are one with her soul; every breath she takes and every thought she has resonates with that power.

She doesn't need to become familiar with it, because that's who she is.

Eva stopped in the palace corridor, her gaze falling on the horizon dyed orange-red by the sunset.

The war wouldn't give her much time to prepare, and Bibi Dong wouldn't wait for her to finish her research before making her move.

But Eva could sense that this war was more like a quick-fire battle than any other before.

What she needs to do is to have enough cards in her hand and enough power before that final battle arrives.

Eva withdrew her gaze and continued walking along the corridor.

……

A few days later, on the border between the Fairy Tale Empire and the Martial Soul Theocracy, the first spark of war quietly ignited.

The Fairy Tale Empire's army was the first to cross the border line that had been tacitly maintained by both sides, surging towards the northern border defense line of the Martial Soul Theocracy like a deep purple wave.

The first to be impacted were several small outposts along the border.

The garrison in the fortresses sounded the alarm the moment the Fairy Tale Empire's army came into view, but before the alarm could fully spread, deep purple flags appeared in the sky above the fortresses.

There was no probing, no preliminary attrition warfare, and no small-scale conflict as a warm-up.

This was an offensive that was defined as a total war from the very beginning.

Eva did not give Bibi Dong any window of time to adjust the layout.

She chose to act when Bibi Dong's position as a god was not yet fully consolidated, and poured the military strength that the Fairy Tale Empire had accumulated over several months into the front lines in the shortest possible time.

The northern defense line of the Martial Soul Kingdom was torn open in several places during the first wave of attacks. The deep purple banners extended inward along those cracks, like a slowly burning tide.

But after the initial advance, the front lines began to stabilize.

The command system of the Martial Soul Theocracy demonstrated a matching resilience, and the previously torn defenses were subsequently stabilized through mobilization.

Although Bibi Dong has not yet personally taken to the battlefield, she is slowly but steadily adjusting the rhythm of the battle through the vast intelligence network and command system of the Martial Soul Sect.

……

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away in the deep sea, another storm is brewing in a completely different way.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King hovered in the center of the Demon Whale Sea, its golden eyes slightly closed, its spiritual power like an invisible giant net, covering every corner of the entire sea.

As time went by, Poseidon's power in the sea weakened, and the Deep Sea Whale King clearly sensed the route Poseidon took to leave the ocean.

She went to the land.

After receiving this message, the Deep Sea Demon Whale King remained silent for a moment.

On land, he sensed several extremely bright spots of light, with scorching auras like the blazing sun distributed in different directions, each carrying a unique sense of oppression unique to gods.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King's gaze darkened slightly. He could sense the outlines of those auras and knew clearly that if he were to set foot on land, he would inevitably come into contact with at least one of them.

His power comes from the ocean, and although he can briefly leave the ocean, he cannot maintain his peak condition in places far from the sea.

If you were to confront a local deity head-on on land, your chances of winning would be slim.

A name surfaced in the mind of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King.

Usula.

The deep-sea witch who once traded with him in the Fishbone Cave, the one who made a living through trading, might be able to find Poseidon's location through some channel he doesn't know.

It is far more efficient for someone to provide accurate intelligence than for him to search blindly across the vast continent.

The Deep Sea Whale King did not hesitate for long.

His figure flickered slightly in the dark seawater, like a beam of light compressed to its extreme, traversing layers of seawater at a speed beyond the perception limits of any living being, speeding towards the sea area where the Fishbone Cave was located.

When he reached that familiar sea, he suddenly stopped.

Fishbone Cave has disappeared.

The area where the massive whale bone arch once stood has been completely transformed.

The area that was once occupied by the Fishbone Cave is now just an empty expanse of seawater, without a trace of its existence.

The sea spirit beasts that used to roam around Fishbone Cave are gone, as are the glowing jellyfish that Ursula had carefully arranged. Even the energy fluctuations in that area have become smooth and uniform, as if the entire sea area has been washed clean.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King's brow furrowed slightly. His spiritual power spread outward like a tide, covering the original location of the Fishbone Cave and every inch of the surrounding space, attempting to find any hidden or concealed traces.

There were no residual energy fluctuations, no trace of spatial shifts, and not even a trace of breath could be detected.

It's as if that place never existed in the first place, it was just a hallucination in his memory.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King checked the surrounding space again, confirming that there were no traces of spatial transmission or image remnants. Then he withdrew his spiritual power into his body and floated in the water in silence for a moment.

In a different space beyond his perception, Ursula was perched on the central platform composed of golden light and intricate runes.

Her form in the alternate dimension was somewhere between reality and illusion, with countless tentacles gently swaying behind her, each tip connected to a slowly flowing trade rune.

In the void before her, a golden scale was slowly rotating.

Objects constantly appear and disappear between the left and right pans of the scale. Sometimes they are clusters of light formed from condensed soul power, sometimes they are fragments of ancient knowledge, and sometimes they are fragments of memories compressed to the extreme.

Between each object appearing and disappearing, it releases an extremely subtle energy wave into the surrounding space. These waves intertwine and overlap in space, gradually forming a network of rules that covers the entire alien space.