Douluo Continent: Who exactly is my father?

This proves the saying: pressure is the driving force for self-cultivation.

The Light of the Sea God can barely reach the thirtieth level, which is already a considerable improvement.

As for Namikaze...

He's still cultivating on the 332nd step. Yes, the 332nd step. He could easily take one step and complete the Sea God's first test.

But Namikaze just won't finish it, sigh!

Just have fun!

After breaking through level 69, Bo Feng's soul power stagnated, causing him a major headache. He was about to obtain a divinely bestowed soul ring, so why wasn't his soul power increasing?

Could it be...?

Bo Feng glanced at the 333 steps behind him. Could it be that he would only be able to break through his soul power if he truly reached the final destination? Would he only be able to break through his soul power after completing the Sea God's first trial?

Having made up his mind, as Bo Feng stepped onto the 333rd step, the trident mark between his eyebrows flashed by, and a golden beam of light shot into the sky.

In his mind, the majestic voice of the sea god began to resound...

"Time travel, double rewards, Poseidon's Light, test passed. You could have completed the test on the first day, but you had to drag it out until now. This is a one-time exception. Reward: Poseidon affinity increased by 5%, overall 5%. First test of Poseidon completed."

Good heavens! I haven't even stepped onto the 333rd step yet!

Immediately afterwards, a tingling sensation spread throughout his body, and his previously depleted soul power was instantly restored. He felt an indescribable sense of comfort, and at the same time, his soul power actually broke through, finally reaching level seventy.

After listening to the sea god's explanation, Bofeng's lips twitched. Why was the sea god even more anxious than he was? He understood now; he had found the reason why he couldn't break through no matter how hard he tried.

"Ugh……"

Bofeng sighed. There was nothing he could do; after all, Bofeng was the sea god.

Just then, the void trembled, and Mother arrived.

"Congratulations, Wind. You have completed the first test of the Sea God, and you have taken another step closer to the position of Sea God." Poseidon said with a gratified smile.

Poseidon slowly raised his right hand, flipped his wrist, and revealed a golden bead with his palm facing upward.

It was indeed a divinely bestowed soul ring. Immediately afterward, the golden bead quietly flew into the top of Bo Feng's head, transforming into a golden point of light. The light of the sea god around him merged with the divinely bestowed soul ring, and a rich golden aura permeated the area around Bo Feng.

Chapter Twelve, Seventh Soul Skill: Sea God's True Form, Red Soul Ring

Bo Feng's expression was solemn, and golden light occasionally burst forth from around his body. Absorbing a divinely bestowed soul ring was a slow process. It would determine the most suitable soul ring for you based on your physical attributes.

Moreover, this one of Namikaze's is the extremely important seventh spirit ring, the True Form of the Martial Soul.

No, it should be the true form of the sea god.

With his seventh soul skill, Namikaze's combat power can be increased by at least several times.

Seeing her son diligently absorbing the divinely bestowed soul ring, Poseidon nodded, then transformed into a stream of light and returned to the Temple of the Sea God.

The wave-wind, like a sculpture, sat cross-legged on the steps, receiving the light of the sea god day and night. The golden halo merged with the light of the sea god, forming a vortex on the wave-wind's chest.

His entire body felt like a giant furnace, brimming with immense energy, and every vein in his body throbbed with pain. Bo Feng remained silent, enduring pain that was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

The sun sets in the west, the sun rises in the west, the sun sets in the west, the sun rises in the west...

Time passed day by day...

Meanwhile, in the City of Slaughter.

Tang San and Hu Liena have been together in the City of Slaughter for more than three months, and the two have gradually made a name for themselves in the City of Slaughter.

One is an Asura King, the other is a messenger of hell.

This is the nickname given to them by the fallen in the Hell Slaughter Arena, and also an affirmation of their achievements. In the battles of the Hell Slaughter Arena: Tang San won nineteen consecutive matches, and Hu Liena won sixteen consecutive matches.

Thanks to Bofeng's outstanding contributions back then, all the Fallen Ones in the Killing City had a very deep impression of the "Haotian Hammer".

Therefore, the moment Tang San appeared, the battle in the Hell Slaughter Arena came to an abrupt halt, and only a few fearless individuals chose to volunteer.

In the end, their fates were all extremely tragic. The Zhuge Crossbow, along with all sorts of hidden weapons, caused the Fallen Ones endless suffering.

"Pleasant to work with."

After a day of killing, Tang San arrived at his temporary lodgings and parted ways with Hu Liena. They were partners; having someone by your side was always better than being alone, and they could help each other.

"Wait!"

Hu Liena suddenly shouted.

Tang San paused for a moment, then turned around and asked, "Miss Hu Liena, is there anything else?"

It's been three months, why is he still so indifferent to me?

Hu Liena shook her head, her face flushed, and said, "Tang San, thank you for saving me just now."

The two were notorious in the Killing City, and assassinations and raids were commonplace for them. They had just been through a bloody battle on their way back.

Their blood was still fresh, some even dripping. What had initially felt strange was now numb; they had grown accustomed to it, almost becoming one of the fallen.

Getting out of here and achieving a hundred wins in the Hell Slaughter Arena were the only things the two of them wanted to do.

Tang San said, "It's nothing. We're just helping each other out. Besides, you've helped me a lot too. Is there anything else? If not, I'll be going now."

After saying that, Tang San gently opened the door and slipped inside while Hu Liena wasn't paying attention.

Hu Liena: "..."

It's not like I'm going to eat you. Is this person just like a stone, neither hot nor cold?

Hu Liena then shook her head, turned and left...

Inside the room, Tang San finally breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that Hu Liena had left.

"Hu Liena, no! It's best to keep your distance from now on."

Tang San's heart couldn't help but race. He was certain that Hu Liena had taken a liking to him.

Just a few days ago, Tang San was besieged by a group of people. He used all his trump cards and exerted a great deal of effort to barely kill all the invading enemies.

I was physically weak and could barely stand up.

Fortunately, Hu Liena arrived just in time at the critical moment, and with her help, Tang San was able to barely make it back to his residence.

During this time, when Hu Liena was bandaging Tang San's wounds, the latter clearly felt the former's emotions, and saw the tears that unintentionally fell from her strong arms as she bandaged her wounds.

In past battles, Tang San always led by example, protecting Hu Liena very well. Except for the battle in the Hell Slaughter Arena, where they were not allowed to interfere with each other, Tang San was almost always the one who took the initiative to attack in other situations.

As a man, Tang San felt really bad about letting a woman lead the charge.

Therefore, Tang Sanwan never expected that Hu Liena would develop such feelings for him after spending so much time together. He already had Xiao Wu; he absolutely couldn't repeat Huo Wu's mistake.

That time, it must have been Grandpa who did it!

He couldn't have fallen for no reason, which led to Huo Wu taking full advantage of him later. Fortunately, he didn't lose out either...

It must have been Grandpa's idea to have Hu Liena stay by his side this time.

"Ugh……"

Tang San let out a long sigh and said, "Grandpa, you've ruined me!"

……

At the foot of Poseidon Mountain on Poseidon Island, a lone wild goose forges ahead with determination.

After three months of hard work, she could now ascend the fortieth step. With each step, the pressure increased several times over. At the same time, her soul power also increased by two levels; the effects of the Sea God's Light were far more than that.

Dugu Yan wiped the sweat from her brow and looked up at Bo Feng, who was sitting cross-legged on the 333rd step, feeling a surge of emotion.

It's been three months. During these three months, the teacher hasn't eaten or drunk anything, remaining as still as a statue. His two wives have come to visit him, but he just won't move. What's wrong with him?

Just then, the long-silent ripple suddenly opened its eyes, taking in everything before it.

He slowly stood up, looked at Dugu Yan who was struggling to move forward despite the immense pressure of the Sea God's Light, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Yanzi, well done!"

Dugu Yan: "!!!"

Looking up at the sky, she saw that Bofeng had awakened and exclaimed happily, "Teacher, you're finally awake! What happened to you all this time?"

Namikaze smiled slightly but did not answer...

Suddenly, eight spider spears opened behind Bofeng, and he leaped into the air. The phantom of the sea god behind him gradually materialized, and seven spirit rings were neatly arranged beneath his feet.

"A hundred years, a thousand years, a thousand years, ten thousand years, ten thousand years, a hundred thousand years, ten..."

Suddenly, Dugu Yan was speechless. Bo Feng's seventh spirit ring was a hundred thousand years old. Strange, didn't the teacher know he'd been here all this time?

How could he possibly acquire a spirit ring? Moreover, that seventh spirit ring was a hundred thousand years old! A hundred thousand-year-old spirit beast?

"Oh my god!"

Seeing Dugu Yan like this, Bo Feng smiled helplessly. He didn't want to, but alas, he was already cheating, the king of cheats!

"Seventh Soul Skill, True Form of the Sea God!"

Chapter Thirteen: The Stingy Sea God

"Seventh Soul Skill, True Form of the Sea God!"

Bo Feng's seventh spirit ring suddenly lit up, its vivid red light instantly dyeing the entire Poseidon Mountain crimson. The Poseidon behind him then merged with Bo Feng, clad in the Poseidon's divine armor, its blue armor etched with the patterns of the sea, and the sound of waves echoing in his ears from time to time, its resounding roar decisive and piercing.

This is not the true Poseidon's Armor. Only after Namikaze becomes a god can he truly obtain the Poseidon's Armor. And the "Poseidon's Armor" attached to Namikaze at the moment he unleashes the true form of the Poseidon can increase Namikaze's combat power by 200%.

And by harnessing the power of the ocean, which is inexhaustible and ever-flowing, one can remain invincible as long as one is on the sea.

The depleted soul power within his body was restored in an instant.

Moreover, the range of the Sea God's Domain is several times greater than before.

Wearing the "Sea God's Armor," Bofeng heard the sound of the sea and felt the immense energy it contained. Everything on Seagod Island was within his sight, and in his hand he held the Trident of Seagod. Although it was not the real one in the Seagod Temple, it was still as powerful as one-third of the Trident of Seagod, and its shaft was as if it were cast from gold.

Having experienced the power of the true form of the Sea God, Bo Feng slowly withdrew his martial soul and soul rings, and put away the "Sea God Trident" he was holding.

The voice of the sea god echoed in his mind once more...

"The second test of the Sea God: Break through the ring blockade. Under the conditions of not being able to use any soul skills and not killing any sea soul beasts, break through the blockade on the ring sea and arrive safely."

"Friendly reminder, this time you must complete it in one go!"

The assessment period is three days.

The voice of the sea god remained as majestic as ever, yet tinged with a hint of helplessness—a helplessness in the face of the waves.