Douluo Continent: Reversing Yin and Yang, the Haotian Palace and the Angel Sect

The inner realm, the city of the sea god.

At the eye of the tidal bore, as Dai Mubai completed the final step, everyone's first test officially came to an end.

Several magnificent blue-gold beams of light descended from the sky, each enveloping Dai Mubai, Tang San, and the others.

A majestic and ethereal voice resounded: [The first trial of the Pseudo-Nine Trials of the Sea God is complete. Reward: Sea God affinity increased by 10%.]

Immediately afterwards, corresponding prompts also rang in the minds of Tang San, Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, and the others:

[Poseidon's first test completed. Reward: Slight increase in mental strength.]

The pillar of light dissipated. Everyone felt a sense of lightness throughout their bodies. Their physical and spiritual strength, which had been nearly depleted due to prolonged pressure over the past year, was instantly replenished, allowing them to return to their peak condition.

But that's all.

There was no increase in soul power level, nor an increase in the age of the soul rings. Tang San glanced down at the three glaringly white ten-year soul rings on his body; they remained as pale as ever, showing no signs of fading.

Oscar stood on the Poseidon Platform, craning his neck and waiting expectantly for a long time, but nothing happened. He couldn't help but scratch his head and mutter, "That's it? Just a status boost? What happened to the promised divine test reward?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a cold snort came from the direction of the Temple of Poseidon.

"Greed knows no bounds," came the voice of High Priest Haisedon.

"Over the past year, the solidified soul power you've condensed under immense pressure, and the bodies you've tempered in the deep sea—aren't these gains? God doesn't support useless people who reap the rewards without sowing."

Oscar shrank back and wisely shut his mouth. Tang San loosened his fists; whatever the outcome, he had no choice but to accept it.

Without giving them time to continue complaining, the voice of the sea god descended once more:

[Poseidon's Second Trial: Sailing Against the Tide.]

Pilot the trial ship through the reverse waterways of Poseidon City, relying on your own strength to complete the prescribed voyage. Complete once per day for a total of forty-nine days.

[You must not leave the trial vessel during the journey, nor accept towing from others. If the vessel capsizes or is swept out of the waterway, you must start again that day.]

Rumbling--

Outside Poseidon City, several massive sea-suppressing ships slowly moved into formation.

The once calm ring-shaped moat suddenly opened its sluice gates. The Tide Suppressor activated the array, and a reverse current instantly formed a vortex in the waterway.

On the shore, several small single-person boats were neatly lined up.

Tang San walked to the shore, looking at the surging current, and silently prayed:

"This time, the reward must include an increase in the age of the Soul Rings."

Then, everyone learned all the information about the divine examination.

This time, the pressure is completely different from the pressure of a hard stand.

This is a test of soul power control. If the output of soul power is too little, the small boat will be swept back to the starting point by the current in an instant; if one suddenly bursts out and tries to force its way through, once the bow is raised, the turbulent current coming from the side will only need to slap it slightly and it will immediately capsize.

The use of martial spirits and spirit skills is permitted, but one must navigate this fragile little boat smoothly to its destination, like threading a needle.

……

The Divine Realm Committee.

After listening to Qian Xunji's introduction, the atmosphere around the round table dropped again.

Faced with the deadly predicament of their counterparts, the five God-Kings exchanged a brief discussion and then decisively decided to adjourn the meeting.

God-kings are born to be God-kings. In terms of absolute power, they are unparalleled in the world. However, when it comes to intrigue, scheming, and troop deployment, they may not be able to compare with the first-level gods below them.

Those first-level gods are old foxes who fought their way up from the mortal realm and survived countless years of intrigue and power struggles in the divine realm. In times like these, brainstorming is the only way out.

But time became the biggest obstacle.

One day in the divine realm is equivalent to one year in the mortal realm.

In order to save time, the five great god-kings devised a strategy: to take turns guarding the divine realm.

By utilizing the time flow in the mortal realm, they summoned their trusted deities to the lower realm for tactical discussions, thus maximizing the preparation period.

After the agreement was reached, the five god-kings dispersed.

Qian Xun turned around quickly, preparing to tear through space and return to the Martial Soul Empire.

"Angel, wait!"

A faint, thread-like sound transmission entered Qian Xunji's ears.

Qian Xunji's expression remained unchanged. On the surface, he continued to maintain the spatial fluctuations of the lower realm, his figure disappearing into the passage. But the instant he entered the spatial rift, he flicked his hand, reversing his divine power and directly altering the spatial coordinates.

When he reappeared, he was already standing in a grand hall filled with purplish-black divine lightning.

Destroy the temple.

The God of Destruction was already seated on a throne. Upon seeing Qian Xunji appear, he withdrew the suppressed divine lightning of destruction, stood up, and his crimson eyes held a hint of admiration.

"New Angel God, you are indeed quite different." The God of Destruction descended the steps, his voice gentle.

"You're much better than your stubborn ancestor. All she did was hide in the temple and mutter about some sacred justice. You're quite interesting."

Qian Xunji immediately returned the greeting with a cupped hand: "Your Majesty flatters me. May I ask what brings you here alone?"

The God of Destruction waved his hand, and the purple-black lightning net surrounding the hall solidified slightly.

"Don't worry, there's no one here." The God of Destruction walked up to Qian Xunji.

"Little Green has already taken the God of Original Sin to the mortal realm for a meeting. Now I am left alone to guard the divine realm. What we say now is known only to Heaven, Earth, you, and me; no third person will ever hear it."

Qian Xunji looked at the other party and realized that this god-king was probably brewing some bad scheme.

"In that case, I am all ears to your wise words, senior." Qian Xunji lowered his hand, his tone becoming more casual.

The God of Destruction laughed twice, his laughter so rough that it made people subconsciously think he was an easy-going god.

"To be honest, the fact that you have that super artifact in your hand and still dare to storm into the God Realm Committee all by yourself is truly beyond my expectations," the God King of Destruction said, his laughter fading.

Qian Xunji remained outwardly calm, but he knew exactly what was going on in his mind.

His courage to come wasn't based on any kind of boldness, but rather on the effect of the reverse balance itself.

The function of the Reverse Phase Balance is "displacement". Its greatest value is to allow a lower-ranking deity to forcibly replace a higher-ranking deity, thus achieving the effect of the inferior overthrowing the superior.

What can a god-king who has already reached the pinnacle of this divine realm do with this ultimate artifact?

To replace another god-king?

Replacing one god with another is pointless and futile.

Go and exchange yourself for a first-level god? That's just plain stupid.

Therefore, this super artifact has little "profit value" for the God-King, only pure "threat value".

They would never risk being forcibly dethroned and fighting to the death with Qian Xunji just to snatch something useless to them.

Qian Xunji looked at the God of Destruction and smiled faintly, "Hidden cards are useless if you keep them to yourself; they're only valuable if you dare to reveal them. The God of Destruction didn't keep me here alone just to praise my courage, did he?"

The God of Destruction stopped laughing. He took a half step closer and pondered, "..."

"Angel, wouldn't you like to... take advantage of this chaos between the two realms and become a true god-king in the mortal realm as well?"