Douluo Continent: Peerless Angel Qian Renxue.

Chapter 863 Poseidon's Nightmare

A salty, fishy taste rushed into Poseidon's throat, and he couldn't hold back, swallowing it directly.

"Ugh—"

He immediately gagged, then shouted angrily, "I am the Sea God! The Sea God! This damned illusion has weakened, no, stripped me of my abilities! Otherwise, how could I have suffered such humiliation!"

He immediately stuck his finger into his mouth, as if trying to scoop out the champagne, like a drunkard trying to induce vomiting. He had already used his soul power to block the contents from his throat, preventing them from entering his stomach.

"Ugh—ugh—"

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pry those things out!

Poseidon slipped and fell to the ground. A silent fear gripped his heart once more, and he dared not look at what was happening before him.

What's going on? Weren't you quite adept at interfering with the mortal realm when you were in the divine realm? Couldn't you just wave your hand and use divine techniques to repel that Pope Bibi Dong?

Why am I, now in the position of an observer, forced to endure this torment...?!

Poseidon's legs kicked wildly on the ground as he struggled to his feet, trying to escape the place, but as soon as he turned around, he was unable to take another step.

Because before his eyes appeared countless branching staircases, leading up, down, left, right, east, west, north, and south. Each staircase carried the fragrance of photinia flowers, and each staircase was winding and twisting. They would also intertwine with each other, like a spiral of genes.

The illusion suddenly transformed into a vast maze, and he stood at its deepest point.

"Where the hell am I...?! Ahhh!!!"

Blood dripped at his feet, reminding him of the fact that Poseidon had slashed him, but he dared not stop there.

He had actually remembered that this illusion should be the former Killing City, but it had been excessively distorted. He had become a lab rat in this maze, and no matter how he ran, he seemed unable to escape a predetermined ending... Just like when he and the God of Asura set up a trap for the Spirit Hall, everything was to ensure that the other party would eventually fail.

But he didn't believe it, because he still felt that he was a god, an existence in this universe that transcended planetary planes, and that he was the only one who could manipulate planets. When would it be his turn to be controlled by others?

Don't be ridiculous! Poseidon is a genius unlike any other in billions of years!

He endured the excruciating pain and stumbled towards a staircase, looking utterly lost yet determined to fight with everything he had. He was gambling, gambling on his willpower, that he could find a loophole in this illusion. If his will was strong enough, he was sure he could escape!

He ran breathlessly, but after countless detours, he found himself back before that dark purple door.

"Ah—! No—!"

Poseidon's expression shifted, alternating between fear and a bitter smile.

He turned hysterically and once again fled like a stray dog ​​towards the stairs. He wanted to escape the purplish-black door, but he always seemed to encounter these doors unexpectedly. From these doors came the sounds of "scratching," the terrifying sound of sharpening knives, and strange noises that were hard to tell whether they were crying or laughing—the noises he himself made.

Behind every door in this labyrinth, a drama of Poseidon's betrayal by his subordinates unfolds. He could initially clearly recognize that his subordinates were merely puppets of an illusion, but over time, his consciousness began to blur, and he couldn't help but believe that it was all real.

A lie repeated a thousand times becomes the truth.

So what if lies can't last? It's simple, just kill reality.

Poseidon covered his ears and let out a heart-wrenching roar, but no one answered him. There were only the creaking of the doors and various sounds coming from behind them, sounds that could even appear directly in his mind.

Poseidon suddenly remembered what he had done a long, long time ago when he interfered with the divine trials in the Temple of the Angels. At that time, he would sometimes smile lewdly and sometimes curl his lips in disdain, as if he were watching the most absurd play in the world, but he watched with great interest and occasionally made a few comments.

Isn't he also in a drama right now? In whose drama is he? And who is manipulating all of this?

"No! Impossible! I, Poseidon, will never become someone else's performer!"

He suddenly roared in anger, then aimed at a door beside him, intending to smash it open. He wanted to kill these puppets who were toying with him; he wanted to prove to the playwright that he, Poseidon, was definitely not a clown in a circus!

"Bang—!"

He crashed into the door, the purplish-black door still creaking and groaning, but he couldn't get in. Instead, it sent him flying backward. Poseidon was sent flying and landed in the endless corridor, his eyes glazed over.

What's going on? The door I've always wanted to escape through is now the door I want to enter, but I'm being refused entry?

Poseidon did not understand.

But the blood beneath him continued to flow, and his vision grew increasingly blurry. He struggled to his feet again, wanting to rush back into that doorway.

He coughed violently, spitting out mouthfuls of blood. It was as if a monstrous beast of desire lurked deep within him, trying to break free from his throat.

He stood up once more, this time his body brimming with power. His level 50 cultivation, activated, transformed him into a bull; his eyes were bloodshot, making everything appear as if shrouded in crimson.

He was truly like an enraged bull, using all his strength to ram into things, regardless of whether he hit the stairs, the walls, or the still ajar doors; he just wanted to crash into them first and think later.

He was covered in blood from his own recklessness, but still failed.

Just then, all the doors swung open at once, as if thousands of lights had been turned on at the same time, and figures filed out from inside.

Leading the group was Tang Chen, clad in dark red armor. He held something in his hand, something resembling a strip, which he gently tossed up and down.

Beside Tang Chen, Poseidon still wore a smile, holding a golden trident and a gleaming short sword in each hand.

Behind them were the puppets who played the Seven Pillars of Poseidon, following behind the two men with dangerous smiles on their faces.

Bonus chapter for Qianchen (1)