Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends.

Chapter 594 The Ninth Trial of the Sea God

Ursula closed her eyes, sensing the slowly forming trading rules and feeling them resonate more deeply with her soul.

She knew she had reached the final step, and the threshold between her and the divine position was becoming thinner and thinner.

Once this alternate dimension is completely covered by the complete rules of trade, her divine realm will be formally formed, and her position as the God of Trade will be stabilized accordingly.

Outside that alternate dimension, after confirming that he could not find the location of the Fishbone Cave, the Deep Sea Demon Whale King finally withdrew his gaze.

He floated in the dark sea, his golden eyes swirling with an extremely rare emotion. It was not anger, nor anxiety, but a cold, resolute determination that had been tempered and refined by repeated resistance.

After he became a god, every step he took was unsuccessful.

Before attacking Poseidon Island, Poseidon escaped with the successor of Poseidon and the statue of Poseidon. Although he destroyed the island, he failed to obtain what he desired most. He wanted to devour the successor of Poseidon and merge with the power of Poseidon, but all he gained was an empty sea.

Now, when Ursula comes to find, Fishbone Cave has vanished. The deep-sea witch who made her living by trading seems to have never existed, leaving not a trace.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King closed his eyes, feeling the divine power slowly flowing within his body.

The deeper his understanding of the rules, the clearer he became about the difficulty of ascending to godhood.

The gap between a second-level god and a first-level god is far greater than the gap between a Soul Douluo and a Title Douluo.

It's not just a difference in the level of power, but a vast chasm in the completeness of authority.

If he wants to take Lan Fuzi and his wife to the realm of gods, he must at least become a first-level god.

The fastest way to become a first-class god is to devour the successor of the sea god and merge with the authority of the sea god.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King opened his eyes, his gaze piercing through layers of seawater to land on the continent. He had no choice but to go.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King did not set off immediately. He needed to first improve the strength of his wife and daughters.

He knew that the situation on land was far more complex than at sea. If he went alone, his wife and daughter would be safe in the deep sea, but if something went wrong, he would not be able to return to their aid in time.

If they are strong enough, they can at least protect themselves in critical moments.

As a result, the soul beasts around the Deep Sea Whale Sea experienced a nightmarish period in the days that followed.

In the first few days, the Deep Sea Whale King's devouring was somewhat selective.

He first devoured the sea spirit beasts with cultivation levels of over 100,000 years. Those overlords who once dominated a region in the deep sea did not even have the right to struggle in front of him.

The dark divine power was like an invisible net, wrapping those enormous bodies layer by layer, and then slowly and irreversibly compressing, peeling away, and absorbing them.

Those ancient soul beasts that once commanded the winds and rains in the seas vanished one after another into the dark waters under his hands, like wheat being harvested.

A few days later, he started targeting even the younger soul beasts.

Although the energy provided by soul beasts under ten thousand years old is far less than that of soul beasts over one hundred thousand years old, their numbers are enormous, and their cumulative effect is not to be underestimated.

The ecosystem of the entire deep-sea manta ray habitat is being reshaped at an irreversible pace.

The sea spirit beasts that had once roamed the edge of the sea began to desperately flee to more distant places, but the mental power of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King had already covered the sea area within a thousand miles. Any entity that tried to escape would be sensed by him and then pulled back to its original position by an irresistible force.

Panic spread among the sea spirit beasts.

Those sea spirit beasts who once had no faith in the sea god are now instinctively recalling the time when they were imbued with the power of the sea god.

They remembered the eternally calm sea surrounding Poseidon Island, the warm ocean currents blessed by the sea god, and the blue-gold light that had once shielded them from all threats.

"Lord Sea God... save us..."

In its final moments before its consciousness dissipated, a ten-thousand-year-old sea spirit beast, driven to the brink of despair, let out a low, desperate roar.

The sound spread through the seawater, like a pebble thrown into a still lake, creating ripples in circles among the sea spirit beasts.

More and more sea spirit beasts began to call out that vanished name in their own way.

Some emitted low, resonant sounds, some released faint mental fluctuations, and some, before completely giving up resistance, condensed their consciousness into an extremely weak signal, attempting to penetrate the layers of seawater and reach that place that was no longer there.

They didn't know that Poseidon Island no longer existed. They didn't know that the successor of Poseidon had fled to the mainland.

All they knew was that before the appearance of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King, their lives, while not exactly peaceful, were at least not like now, where they could be swallowed up at any moment.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King ignored those calls.

His spiritual power was like a ignited furnace, transforming, refining, and purifying the energy that gathered in his perception in batches, then channeling it into his body along the meridians, and then distributing it to Lan Fuzi and the Deep Sea Demon Whale Queen in an even purer form.

Lan Fuzi floated in the sea not far from the Deep Sea Demon Whale King, surrounded by a layer of warm golden light compressed to the extreme.

The power that the Deep Sea Whale King had transferred into her body was reshaping her meridians and bones in a way that far exceeded her own cultivation speed.

She could feel her cultivation level rising at an almost terrifying speed.

Ninety thousand years, ninety-five thousand years, ninety-eight thousand years... The barrier that stretched between her and one hundred thousand years was getting thinner and thinner, so thin that she could already feel the air on the other side of the door.

The Deep Sea Whale Queen is undergoing a similar transformation. Her aura is even more profound than that of Lan Fuzi. As the refined energy flows through her body, it is like clay that has been repeatedly fired, reshaping her foundation in a steady and irreversible way.

Several days later, Lan Fuzi was the first to touch the threshold of the Heavenly Tribulation.

The golden light surrounding her suddenly intensified, and above the sea, the clouds began to churn, with lightning dancing and coalescing within them, like a furnace being ignited.

A celestial tribulation lasting ten thousand years.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King opened his eyes, his gaze piercing through layers of water curtains to land on the forming thunderclouds above his head. He didn't speak, but slowly raised his right hand.

Dark blue divine power surged from his palm, like a drawn curtain, precisely covering the sea above Lan Fuzi.

When the first bolt of lightning struck, the dark blue barrier trembled slightly. Then, as if it had struck some kind of impenetrable rock, the lightning shattered into countless tiny arcs of electricity that scattered across the surrounding sea.

The second, third, and fourth bolts of lightning were all thicker and brighter than the previous ones, but none of them could break through the barrier.

Lan Fuzi didn't even feel any pain.

She simply floated below the barrier, looking up at the shattering lightning above her head and the slowly calming sea, and then felt the energy within her body becoming more harmonious in an unprecedented way.

A 100,000-year-old soul beast.

She did it.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King withdrew his hand, his gaze falling on the slowly receding thundercloud. Only after confirming that the heavenly tribulation had completely dissipated did he close his eyes again.

He didn't say anything to praise him, but simply acted as if it were something he should have done.

The tribulation of the Deep Sea Demon Whale Queen arrived a few days later than that of Lan Fuzi, and her 300,000-year tribulation was far more terrifying in scale than the 100,000-year tribulation that Lan Fuzi experienced.

Thunderclouds covered the entire Deep Sea Demon Whale Sea, and the density of lightning surging in the clouds far exceeded that of an ordinary heavenly tribulation.

But the Deep Sea Demon Whale King did the same thing. The dark blue barrier covered his wife and daughters, keeping all the lightning out and preventing even the slightest aftershock from reaching them.

After successfully transcending her tribulation, the Deep Sea Demon Whale Queen did not swim around excitedly like Lan Fuzi. Instead, she quietly floated in the water, closed her eyes, and felt the power within her body becoming more and more complete.

A moment later, she opened her eyes, looked at the Deep Sea Demon Whale King, and shook her head slightly.

“That’s enough,” she said. “I’ll walk the rest of the way myself.”

The Deep Sea Demon Whale Queen wanted to improve her realm by comprehending the rules, just like him.

Instead of continuing to accept the transferred power, which could improve her cultivation in a short time, she could not truly touch the core of the rules.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King looked at her, remained silent for a moment, and then nodded.

He didn't say much, but slowly withdrew the divine power that was gathering into his body.

When he turned his gaze toward the mainland, the emotions churning in his golden eyes were clearer than ever before.

It's time to go to land.

……

In the city of Bright Moon.

Eva stood in a side hall of the palace that had been converted into a soul tool workshop, holding a newly formed silver disc in her hand.

The disc was only the size of a palm, its surface engraved with intricate soul-guiding patterns, and its edge was inlaid with six extremely compressed crystal fragments, which gleamed with a cold light in the candlelight.

She gently stroked the edge of the disc with her fingertips, feeling the slowly flowing energy fluctuations within it.

According to the theory on the blueprints, this disc should be powerful enough to destroy a small city in a single strike.

But she hasn't verified it yet; she needs to find a sufficiently open and safe place to test its actual effectiveness.

Eva put the disc into her soul tool and was about to leave the side hall when she suddenly stopped.

She sensed an extremely powerful aura of the sea god rising from a distance.

The aura was thick and pure, carrying the vastness and depth unique to the ocean. In Eva's perception, it was like a star that suddenly shone brightly, suppressing all other auras in that area.

Eva's eyebrows twitched slightly. She was looking in Ariel's direction.

She didn't rush over.

This level of energy fluctuation means that Ariel is not undergoing ordinary cultivation, but the final stage of the Nine Trials of the Sea God, the Sea God's inheritance.

Any external interference can affect the integrity of the process.

Eva simply stood quietly in place, sensing the sea god's aura steadily rising, confirming that there were no signs of disorder or breakage, before she stepped back towards the temple gate.

Meanwhile, in the villa in the eastern part of the city, which Eva had designated as a restricted area, a dense, almost viscous golden light was currently emanating from...

The light did not come from a fixed direction, but rather seeped out from the interior of every inch of the room, as if something was slowly emerging from the void.

Poseidon stood in the center of the room, holding the golden trident scepter of Poseidon in her hand, the scepter shining brighter than ever before.

Her gaze fell on Ariel across from her.

Ariel stood on the other side of the room, her fiery red hair gleaming like molten gold under the golden light.

Her dark blue eyes were also fixed on Poseidon, sensing the increasingly intense power of the sea god surrounding them.

“The eighth test is complete.” Poseidon spoke, his voice more steady than usual, yet carrying a very subtle hint of solemnity. “You’re faster than I expected.”

Ariel didn't speak. She knew Poseidon had more to say.

Poseidon didn't pause for long. She slowly raised her right hand, holding the trident scepter horizontally in front of her, the tip of the scepter pointing directly at the golden trident mark of Poseidon on Ariel's forehead.

"The Ninth Trial, the Inheritance of the Sea God." Poseidon's voice was not loud, but it carried a certainty as firm as the seabed. "This will be the final step, and the only one. You will not need to complete it through battle or trials."

As she spoke, she gently pushed the trident forward.

The tip of the trident stopped an inch from Ariel's forehead, and then the prismatic gem set in the staff began to glow with a warm and solid golden light.

Light emanated from the surface of the gemstone, like a wisp of burning silk, landing precisely on the trident mark of Poseidon in the center of Ariel's forehead.

The moment they made contact, Ariel felt a warm energy flow into her body from the point of contact.

The energy wasn't violent, but it carried a profound weight, like the entire ocean tilting towards her, flowing slowly along her meridians and seeping into her bones, flesh, and every cell deep within her.

Then, a voice rang out in the void.

The voice did not come from Poseidon, but from the prismatic gem that was connected to the brand on Ariel's forehead, from the trident itself, and from a source even older than these two, belonging to the authority of the sea god.

"The Ninth Trial of the Sea God, the Ninth Trial, the Sea God's Inheritance, Begins."

The moment the words left her lips, Poseidon's aura completely changed.

The trident in her hand suddenly burst forth with a dazzling golden light, which completely illuminated the entire room in a very short time, and a miniature sun, now ignited, was blooming in the center of the room.

Immediately afterwards, a huge phantom appeared behind Poseidon.

It was a phantom of a sea god formed from golden light, its face illuminated by the glow, its features so clear they were almost lifelike.

Chapter 595 The Deep Sea Demon Whale King Arrives

The moment the phantom appeared, the nine soul rings beneath Poseidon's feet simultaneously emitted an unprecedentedly brilliant light.

The light from the nine soul rings changed from bright to scorching in a very short time, and then from scorching to shattering.

When the first soul ring shattered, it made a crisp sound like glass falling to the ground. The sound wasn't loud, but it echoed endlessly in the empty room.

Then came the second, the third, and the fourth. The pace of each soul ring shattering accelerated, and the fragments transformed into fine golden specks, like an inverted shower of stars, converging towards the emerging phantom of the sea god.

Golden flames rose from the shattered soul rings, enveloping Poseidon's entire insignia.

The flames were not scorching, but they possessed a quality as if burning the very soul itself. They rose along the edge of Poseidon's robes, encompassing her body, her power, and all the essence she had accumulated over the years into the burning light.

Poseidon felt her consciousness thinning in a way that she could clearly perceive.

Those fragments of memories that were once closely connected with Poseidon Island are being peeled away and purified layer by layer, turning into the purest energy and being injected into the golden channel that is taking shape.

Then, she turned her head slightly, her gaze falling on Ariel, and a gentle smile slowly appeared on her lips.

The smile was faint, the corners of the mouth only slightly upturned, yet it carried a sense of calm and relief, as if one had finally completed a mission.

Goodbye, Ariel.