Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

It is not pure.

Beneath the warm and gentle exterior, Lin Wan sensed three distinct layers of power.

The outermost and thickest layer had a faint chill.

The chill wasn't biting; instead, it carried a constant, eternal quality, like a millennia-old glacier, silent and solemn.

This is the authority of the Ice God, the extreme cold law of the far north, which is now quietly settling deep within the divine essence, becoming the foundation of this warmth.

Beneath the chill lies sharpness.

That power was like a divine sword drawn from its sheath, decisive and ruthless, its sharpness fully revealed.

Each perception felt like countless sharp blades slicing through the depths of his soul, carrying an unwavering determination and domineering force.

This is a part of the Asura God, a killing rule condensed from the domain of the God of Slaughter, which is perfectly analyzed and contained by the divine spark.

In the deepest, most chaotic place, lies a restless undercurrent.

Unlike sharp killing, it is twisted, insane, and chaotic.

That force was like a collection of countless negative emotions: resentment, jealousy, despair, madness... They were intertwined, forming a strange and dangerous energy fluctuation.

This is the power of the Rakshasa God, which accounts for the least amount of power here.

The chill of the Ice God occupied a large part of it.

The Asura's killing intent is secondary.

The chaos caused by the Rakshasa is minimal.

Lin Wan's consciousness hovered quietly before this ball of light, like a pilgrim gazing up at a divine miracle.

This is his fairytale deity.

A seed formed from countless stories and rules has now absorbed three completely different divine powers and is slowly growing and maturing.

not enough.

More is needed.

Lin Wan's thoughts stirred slightly.

He extended his senses to the outside world, touching the warm mark on his forehead.

Poseidon's Mark.

In an instant, a vast aura surged into my senses.

That's the scent of the ocean.

Vast, profound, encompassing all things, yet devouring everything.

Lin Wan did not hesitate.

He manipulated the warm light emanating from the fairy tale deity, as if extending countless invisible tentacles, carefully reaching towards the mark of the sea god.

It touches, but does not penetrate.

It touches, but does not invade.

He simply sensed, analyzed, and allowed that warm light to gradually envelop the golden mark.

Like brewing tea with lukewarm water, take your time and be patient.

The mark of the sea god trembled slightly.

The tremor carried a hint of instinctive resistance, yet under the warm light, it gradually relaxed and opened up.

A faint blue halo slowly emanated from the depths of the brand.

That is the authority of the sea god.

It is the rhythm of the tides, the breath of the ocean, the inclusive origin of all things, and also the destruction that devours everything.

The warm light gently enveloped the azure halos, like a silkworm devouring mulberry leaves, peeling away, breaking them down, and consuming them bit by bit.

With each wisp of azure being swallowed, Lin Wan could sense that something was quietly taking shape deep within the fairytale divine essence.

That's a new trait.

It does not belong to cold, nor to killing, nor to chaos.

It is inclusiveness, fluidity, and boundless vastness.

It is the sea.

In my perception, warm light and azure halo intertwined and entwined, like two dragons dancing together in the void.

Time has lost its meaning.

In this deep sea of ​​consciousness, Lin Wan felt herself slowly sinking, slowly spreading, and slowly merging with the entire ocean, following that ball of light.

He sensed the rhythm of the tides.

The eruption of an underwater volcano was detected.

It sensed the moment when a whale leaped out of the sea, millions of miles away.

They sensed the faint resonance emanating from the seven sacred pillars of Poseidon Island.

This is God's perspective.

Even if it's just for a moment, even if it's just scratching the surface, it's enough for him to touch the edge of that realm.

And the fairy tale deity is greedily devouring all of this.

The warm light gradually took on a hint of azure, a testament to the sea god's authority being analyzed and absorbed.

The chill remained, the killing intent remained, and the chaos remained.

But beyond them, a new force is taking shape.

Resilient, inclusive, and ever-renewing.

Like the ocean.

I don't know how much time passed.

Lin Wan slowly opened her eyes.

He raised his hand and looked at his palm.

His fingers were long and slender with distinct knuckles, just like yesterday.

But he knew things were different now.

The fairy tale deity has been perfected once again.

He touched his forehead; the golden trident mark was still warm.

But at this moment, there seemed to be a faint connection within that warmth.

The connection between him and the nascent azure power within him.

Lin Wan's lips curled up slightly.

The analysis of the power of Poseidon has begun.

at the same time.

Sea Witch Castle.

This is a more refined city than Seahorse City, located beside a bay on the southeast side of Poseidon Island.

The buildings in the city are mostly built of white coral stone, which gleams softly in the sunlight.

Deep within the city lord's mansion, in an elegantly furnished room.

Ariel stood by the window, her long, fiery red hair cascading down her back, making her delicate face appear even whiter.

Behind her, a figure sat on a soft couch, quietly watching her.

She was a woman who looked to be in her early thirties. Her long, dark blue hair was casually tied up with a seashell hairpin. She had a beautiful face and a gentle demeanor.

She wore a moon-white long dress, and was surrounded by a faint ocean scent.

She is none other than the Sea Witch Douluo, one of the seven guardians of the Seagod Island.

Unlike humans, she is a true sea spirit beast in human form, and the years she has lived far exceed what ordinary people can imagine.

Ariel.

The sea witch's voice was soft, like waves gently lapping at the beach.

Ariel turned around and met those deep eyes.

"Sea Witch Sister".

The sea witch looked at her, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

There was relief, there was emotion, and there was also a hint of regret that was hard to hide.

Over the years, Ariel's talent has amazed even this ancient monster who has lived for thousands of years.

An affinity for water, an understanding of the laws of the ocean, even a faint connection to the trident of Poseidon…

All of this convinced the sea witch that the girl before her was the chosen successor of the sea god.

She had been waiting.

Waiting for the day Ariel turns eighteen, waiting for the moment when the Sea God's legacy begins, waiting for the child she raised to reach a height she could never attain.

but……

A young man from the land triggered the mark of the sea god three years ahead of schedule.

Moreover, it was the Ninth Trial of the Sea God.

The highest level that no one has reached in ten thousand years.

Chapter 433 Pleasure

The sea witch closed her eyes and sighed softly.

When she opened her eyes again, the regret in them had faded, replaced by gentleness and encouragement.