Douluo Continent: Peerless Angel Qian Renxue.

Chapter 862 You Can't Escape

Poseidon couldn't explain why he was crying. Perhaps it was because he had been humiliated, or perhaps it was because he had been betrayed by the Seven Pillars under his command and Poseidon.

But he also seemed to sense that this was an illusion, that it was all fake. And since dreams are often the opposite of reality, he laughed again, believing that his men would never betray him, even unto death.

He seemed to realize that everything he had experienced was related to one of his successors.

He is experiencing some of the things that Tang San once experienced.

He was now completely out of breath, the intense shock overwhelming his brain and eroding his nerves. He had no time to discern or think; in this state, it seemed as if all existence had lost its meaning.

"Milk Champagne, have a sip."

At that moment, the "Tang Chen" in front of him handed him an illusory cup.

Poseidon's eyes were glazed over, and he trembled as he extended his right hand, his voice also trembling, and asked, "What is this?"

"Life is so pure and beautiful, just like this glass of fine wine."

Tang Chen curled his lips into a smile, like a bewitching god. He used his powerful right hand to pull Poseidon up, a move that caused Poseidon to gasp in surprise.

"My...my...voice...!" Poseidon immediately covered his mouth.

"Xiao Dong." Tang Chen smiled wickedly. "Hmm, what a good name. I must name one of my descendants this in the future."

"Little...Little Poseidon?" Poseidon stared wide-eyed. "What nonsense are you spouting? I am the sea god, Poseidon!"

"A~U~V~" Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a shock. It shot from his feet straight to his brain, and his fingers involuntarily curled up, crushing the glass of milk champagne in his hand, the liquid soaking into his palm.

However, the liquid did not dissipate or spill onto the ground; instead, it continued to swirl in mid-air.

"Xiao Dong is being naughty." Poseidon's face darkened as she stood watching the show from the sidelines.

"Poseidon!" Poseidon cried out in shock, his voice high-pitched and thin.

His voice and tone sounded like a monkey whose banana had been stolen, his beloved possession taken away, and he could only watch helplessly as it happened.

"Get away! Get away! Ah—!"

Poseidon screamed in agony, then struggled to escape from Tang Chen's strong arms, shouting nervously, and stumbled toward a door in the basement.

He wanted to leave. Since this place was an illusion, there must be a gap. He saw the door, but it wasn't the door that led to the ground when Hai Douluo dragged him down. Instead, it was a large, purplish-black door leading even lower down. What was outside the door? He didn't know.

However, he still chose to flee. He remembered his former subordinate, Hai Huan Douluo, who could also use illusions. At that time, Poseidon asked him with interest how to break the illusion.

Hai Huan Douluo said that if you see something that shouldn't be there in the illusion, that's usually the breakthrough point, because it's a kind of "paradox" or abrupt existence in the illusion, which is very likely to be the instinct of the survivor, forcibly stuffed into the illusion by instinct.

Poseidon stumbled towards the door leading downwards. Clearly, it was a basement; the surrounding area was predominantly dark red, making the purplish-black door stand out starkly. He realized this place was likely the former Killing Capital, and he was experiencing what Tang San had gone through. He frantically pounded on the door, but behind him, the puppets posing as Tang Chen, Poseidon, and the Seven Pillar Douluos stood together, watching him with cold smiles.

"The performance isn't over yet, how can the actors leave?" Tang Chen sneered, then nodded to Poseidon.

Poseidon reached out and a golden trident appeared in her hand. It should have been the divine weapon or martial spirit of the sea god Poseidon, but now it was in the hands of this high priest.

Poseidon turned back in shock, as if he had suddenly understood something. Here, everything had turned upside down. The reason he couldn't summon his trident was because…

He looked at his right hand in horror, then used all his strength to release his martial spirit. His right hand farted again, and the air currents swirled around Poseidon's body!

His martial spirit actually transformed into Poseidon!

My God, what kind of illusion is this?! How can it reverse the Heavenly Principles like this?!

There should be limits to distortion!

Poseidon was both shocked and furious. He realized that the stinky fart he was releasing from his right hand had further amplified the power of Poseidon in front of him!

Poseidon inhaled the fart with ecstasy, then roared, "Gone forever!"

Suddenly, the golden trident shot out a torrent of energy, striking Poseidon directly in the rear. However, it did not cause him much damage, but rather slapped his flesh like waves, making Tang Chen lick his lips again.

"No!"

Poseidon roared again in anger, and then with all his might, he rammed into the purplish-black gate.

The door opened with a thud, letting out a cold wind. But Poseidon had no time to think, because the tentacles of the Starfish Douluo crawled over again. The tentacles had hundreds of legs, making it look like something was twisting and crawling on the ground, making a creepy "scratching" sound.

Poseidon stumbled into the doorway, behind which was a winding staircase. He tripped and fell down the stairs, tumbling all the way down.

Just moments ago, he was the majestic Sea God, watching helplessly as his other god-level subordinates perished one after another. He waited for the power accumulated through these deaths to wear down the sharpness of the super artifact, so that he could take it over naturally.

At this moment, he was like a frightened child. Poseidon's knife flashed, drawing blood, and the incomprehensible movements he created, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, echoed in his ears. He covered his ears, but the sounds kept resurfacing in his mind.

He tumbled down the stairs, which went around seven times before reaching the end. In front of him was another creaking door, but Poseidon's legs, which had just stood up, went weak again because he could hear that eerie "scratching" sound coming from inside, along with the conversation of his former subordinates.

How could this be? He had clearly rolled through several layers to get here, but what awaited him inside the door seemed to be the same group of puppets playing the Seven Pillars.

With trembling hands, he pushed open the door. Inside, he saw a basement, and he felt as if he were on the ceiling. In the basement stood a dilapidated table, its edges stained with blood. The Seven Sacred Pillars Douluo swiftly swung his blade, pinning a man to the tabletop, the gleaming blade rising and falling.

He had returned to the depths of the illusion, but this time from the perspective of an observer, watching helplessly as the puppets playing the role of his subordinates tortured and killed another version of himself.

Suddenly, he felt a heart-wrenching pain, as if the torture being inflicted on another version of himself was happening to him once again.

"Xiao Dong, you can't escape it, this is your destiny... Even if you are split in two, you can't escape it." In Poseidon's sight, Tang Chen's lips curled up, and then he poured milk champagne into the mouth of Poseidon on the table.

"Ugh—" Poseidon immediately covered his mouth.