Douluo Continent: Starting with controlling Ning Rongrong and establishing the Holy Cult

Qian Daoliu's pupils contracted slightly, and alarm bells rang in his mind.

One year! Only one year has passed! That maritime holy land, which once made even the Spirit Hall wary, has fallen to this state?

The Holy Spirit Cult! It must be the work of the Holy Spirit Cult!

They infiltrated this place, and even... destroyed it?

But Poseidon is here, also a peerless Douluo, and it's at sea, how can the Holy Spirit Cult succeed?

Unless... something also happened to Poseidon.

Thinking about it, Qian Daoliu shook his head.

He didn't want to admit it.

His divine sense swept across the core of the island like a tidal wave, instantly locking onto seven familiar yet unusually weak auras—the Seven Sacred Pillar Douluos.

They were scattered around their respective sacred pillars, but the once surging aura of the Title Douluo was now teetering on the brink of collapse, and a sense of almost tangible despair permeated the depths of their being.

Without further hesitation, Qian Daoliu transformed into a golden beam that pierced through the gray mist, shooting straight towards the center of Seagod Island, where the majestic Seagod Mountain stood.

Just as he was about to reach the foot of the mountain—

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

Seven beams of light shot into the sky, intertwining to form a precarious barrier that barely managed to stop Qian Daoliu.

Seven figures emerged from the pillar of light; they were the guardians of Seagod Island, the Seven Sacred Pillar Douluos.

Their condition was worse than what Qian Daoliu perceived with his divine sense.

Everyone's eyes were bloodshot, weary, and filled with an almost overflowing despair.

What chilled Qian Daoliu even more was that beneath this despairing backdrop, he keenly detected an extremely subtle and dangerous glimmer—a yearning for darkness born from utter disillusionment with the existing order.

"Thousands of streams!"

The Sea Dragon Douluo's voice carried a forced air of authority.

"Poseidon Island does not welcome the Spirit Hall! Leave immediately!"

Qian Daoliu hovered in mid-air, dispelling a small patch of gray mist around him. He swept his gaze over seven haggard and wary faces, his voice deep and resonant:

"Not welcome? Look at your feet! Look at this Seagod Island! Tell me, what happened here? This pervasive death aura, these desperate creatures, and you..."

"Where is even a trace of the majesty of the guardian of the sea god in your current state? And Poseidon? Is this how she guards her land of faith?"

The questioning struck the hearts of the Seven Sacred Pillars Douluo like a heavy hammer.

The Sea Maiden's eyes instantly filled with tears. Her lips moved, but she bit them tightly and lowered her head.

Sea Spear Douluo gripped his spear tightly, his knuckles turning white. A struggle flashed in his eyes, but it ultimately turned into deeper vigilance and a hesitant silence.

They can't say.

The departure of the high priest more than a year ago and the disappearance of the sea god's legacy half a year ago are the deepest pain and shame in their hearts.

Once this is revealed, the last vestige of hope for Poseidon Island will completely collapse.

"Say!"

Qian Daoliu's voice suddenly rose in pitch.

"What drained the life from this island? Did the Holy Spirit Cult ever come here?"

"No comment!"

Seahorse Douluo roared and forcefully activated his soul power, causing a phantom of a seahorse to appear.

"Oh."

Qian Daoliu let out a cold sneer.

"It seems you won't speak unless I beat you into submission."

The moment the words fell, a terrifying pressure that made the world lose its color, like a tangible tsunami, suddenly erupted from Qian Daoliu's body!

God-level pressure!

Om-!

The barrier erected by the seven sacred pillars was as fragile as glass; it shattered in an instant!

The seven titled Douluo simultaneously coughed up a mouthful of blood, their bodies flying backward uncontrollably, crashing heavily to the ground and creating a deep crater in the already damaged area.

Absolute suppression!

The last glimmer of resistance in Starfish Douluo's eyes faded, leaving only disbelief—Level 100!

He actually stepped into that legendary realm!

"Now, can we talk?"

Qian Daoliu looked down at him, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

The Sea Dragon Douluo struggled to raise his head, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes remained stubborn as he managed to squeeze out a few words:

"Kill...kill us...and...don't even think about...knowing..."

"Stubborn to the end!"

Qian Daoliu completely lost his patience.

Since you can't get the answer by asking, then go and see for yourself!

With a flash of golden light, Qian Daoliu ignored the heavily injured and fallen Seven Saint Pillars and instantly appeared on the summit of Sea God Mountain, in front of the Sea God Temple.

Without hesitation, Qian Daoliu raised his hand and casually waved it.

boom--!

The temple's massive gate shattered into countless fragments!

Qian Daoliu stepped in.

But the sight inside the hall made him suddenly stop in his tracks.

air!

A deathly silence!

The core temple, which once housed a statue of the sea god and flowed with the surging power of the ocean, is now shrouded in darkness.

The statue still stands, but it has lost all its luster. Thick dust covers the ground, and a heavy, decaying smell permeates the air.

There was not a trace of soul power fluctuation, nor a trace of life.

There is no trace of anyone living there anymore.

Poseidon is not here.

She's not on Poseidon Island at all!

Qian Daoliu's divine sense instantly swept across every corner of the temple, confirming this.

His heart sank, and that terrible thought from before resurfaced.

He clearly remembered that a year ago, after the war to annihilate the Holy God ended, Seagod Island received a share of the Black Flame!

His initial idea was to have a peerless Douluo watch over things, just for the sake of some protection.

Even if the Spirit Hall falls, at least there's Seagod Island to prevent the Holy God from being resurrected.

But now, it's clear that the decision was a mistake.

His gaze swept over the spot in the center of the temple where Black Flame should have been enshrined—

It was completely empty!

In an instant, countless clues, doubts, and speculations spun, collided, and recombined wildly in Qian Daoliu's mind!

The eerie decay of Poseidon Island...

Poseidon's mysterious disappearance...

A strange sign emerging from the despair of the Seven Pillars...

The black flames that were taken away...

The elusive and mysteriously powerful leader of the Holy Spirit Cult...

In the dimly lit temple, Qian Daoliu's face gradually turned ashen.

"So...it was you!"

A deep voice squeezed out from between Qian Daoliu's teeth.

"The leader of the Holy Spirit Cult...it was you! Poseidon!"

"What a Sea God Douluo... what a... deception!"

Chapter 135 Returning to Reality

In the underground church of the Holy Spirit Cult, black flames danced on the lotus throne.

Guided by Poseidon, the two balls of black flame are now slowly approaching.

They pulled at each other, showing signs of resistance, but ultimately they were reluctant to meet.

The jet-black flames frantically tore at, devoured, and merged with each other.

In the end, the two black flames merged into one larger, more intensely burning black flame.

"This is……"

Poseidon looked at the black flames before her, feeling the energy fluctuations within them, and her expression became excited.

This energy fluctuation has already transcended the realm of black flames.

Moreover, this energy fluctuation was very similar to the energy fluctuation of the Earth Horse she knew.

Of course, this doesn't refer to the state of control.

Rather, it is the state that belongs to the Holy Spirit.

In any case, he's returning in his true form, at least there's a possibility of seeing it again.