Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

The scales were entirely black, made of neither gold nor wood, with a dark luster flowing across their surface.

The crossbeam of the scales is covered with dense, ancient patterns, each of which flows slowly, exuding an eerie and unsettling aura.

The left pan of the balance scale is empty, and the right pan is also empty.

But the Deep Sea Demon Whale King could sense that an extremely large amount of energy was gathered on this scale.

The energy was complex and vast, containing soul power, blood energy, and the power of bones... all sorts of forces intertwined together, as if it were a crystallization formed from the obsessions of countless living beings.

Ursula looked at the scales, a hint of satisfaction flashing in her dark green eyes.

This is a treasure she has painstakingly created over many years.

She used her own soul power, blood, bones, and the blood and soul power of all the soul beasts she had traded with over the years to painstakingly craft the Scales of Trade.

It is neither a powerful offensive weapon nor a sophisticated defensive artifact.

Its sole purpose is to measure costs.

Any transaction, once placed on this scale, will tell you what you need to give up.

Ursula raised her hand and pointed at the Deep Sea Demon Whale King.

"Your Highness, please infuse your soul power into the scales."

Her voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable power.

"The scales will tell you everything you need."

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King looked at her, then at the scales that exuded an eerie aura.

He snorted coldly.

That voice was full of disdain.

But he still raised his hand.

A deep blue soul force surged from his palm, like a thin thread, and flowed into the dark scales.

The moment the soul power surged into the scales, the previously silent scales suddenly lit up.

Countless dark blue lines emerged on the pitch-black surface, moving, intertwining, and entwining like living things on the balance scale, eventually converging on the horizontal beam.

The left pan of the balance scale began to sink slightly.

It didn't sink completely, but rather sank a little before stopping.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King sensed it.

He sensed that the scales were telling him what he needed to give up.

Essence and blood.

Scales.

origin.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King's gaze shifted slightly.

Essence blood? Scales? Origin?

These things are essential and fundamental to any soul beast.

Especially the origin.

Even the loss of a single strand can have an irreversible impact on future cultivation.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King remained silent for a moment.

Then, he moved.

A drop of dark blue blood flew out from between his eyebrows and landed on the left side of the scale.

A scale covered in a ghostly blue light fell off his body and landed in the left disc.

A faint wisp of primordial power detached from his body and silently flowed into the scales.

The moment the three items were placed on the scales, the slightly sinking left pan suddenly sank down.

The scales are now balanced.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King's face paled slightly for a moment, but quickly returned to normal.

His gaze fell on Ursula, his voice as calm as if he were stating something utterly ordinary:

Is that enough?

Chapter 472 Strange Movement

Ursula looked at him, her smile deepening.

enough.

That's enough.

A drop of the essence blood of a million-year-old deep-sea demon whale king.

A scale that contains power.

A wisp of pure, primordial power.

The value of these items far exceeds the cost of finding Lan Fuzi.

But she won't say it.

All she does is smile.

“Your Highness is straightforward,” Ursula said softly, her pale finger gently hooking in the air.

A pointer appeared on the scale.

The pointer was entirely blue, as thin as a hair, and emitted a faint but steady light.

Ursula removed the pointer and flicked it lightly with her fingertip.

The pointer transformed into a streak of dark blue light and flew towards the Deep Sea Demon Whale King.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King raised his hand and caught the pointer.

“This can help you find the Buddha’s disciple,” Ursula’s voice was languid and composed. “It will guide you in the direction where the Buddha’s disciple is.”

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King looked down at the thin, hair-like pointer in his palm.

The tip of the pointer is pointing in a certain direction.

It's not the direction of the deep sea.

It's the direction of the mainland.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King looked down at the pointer in his palm, its faint yet steady light reflected in its deep blue eyes.

The tip of the pointer points eastward.

He pointed to that land that was unfamiliar to him.

"Human society..."

He uttered those four words in a low voice.

Then he looked up at Ursula.

In those deep blue eyes, there was no gratitude, no kindness, only a cold indifference as if scrutinizing prey.

If you're lying to me

He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning couldn't be clearer.

Ursula sat on her throne, meeting his gaze, her smile unchanged.

"Your Highness, rest assured." Her voice was languid and composed. "I am engaged in business transactions. Reputation is more important than anything else."

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King looked at her one last time and said nothing more.

He turned around.

A deep blue light surged around him, and his body suddenly expanded, growing from the size of an ordinary ship to a terrifying size that blotted out the sky.

With a gentle sway of its massive tail fin, the entire fishbone cave trembled violently.

The next instant, his figure had disappeared into the cave.

The seawater was torn open with a huge gash that took a long time to heal.

Hu Shan and Jia Shan knelt on either side of the cave wall, their faces pale and their bodies trembling, until the terrifying pressure completely dissipated before they dared to breathe heavily.

"This is...this is terrifying..." Jia Shan's voice trembled. "Is this the oppressive aura of a million-year-old soul beast...?"

Hu Shan didn't speak, but stared intently in the direction where the Deep Sea Demon Whale King had disappeared, his eyes filled with relief at surviving the ordeal.

Ursula leaned back on her throne, her pale fingers gently stroking the gem at the tip of her staff.

A satisfied smile appeared on her lips.

In that smile, there was the pleasure of a successful scheme, the anticipation of the future, and a hint of ambition that even she herself didn't realize.

“Go,” she said softly, her voice so low it was almost a whisper to herself, “go to human society. Go find your daughter.”

Her fingers tapped lightly on her staff, making a rhythmic tapping sound.

"It's time for this sea to change."

……

deep sea.

In the dark sea, a massive shadow moved at an incredible speed.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King.

With each flick of his tail fin, he could propel himself dozens of miles. The seawater seemed to have no effect on him, and even resistance appeared nonexistent.

His speed was astonishing, so fast that even the ancient soul beasts that dwelled in the deep sea could only feel a terrifying pressure passing by, and could not even see his shadow clearly.

But at this moment, he had only one thought in his mind.

Lan Fuzi.