Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

Angel God is a first-level main god in the Douluo God Realm, and her six-winged angel martial soul naturally carries the mark of Angel God. In the eyes of other gods, she is already Angel God's designated successor, and no one is willing to risk offending a first-level god to poach her.

But she didn't want to accept the divine test from the angel.

That was Qian Renxue's path, not hers. She didn't want to take it away.

This puts her in an extremely awkward situation: she is the champion of this year's Soul Master Competition, a fifteen-year-old Soul Emperor, and one of the most talented among all the fairy tale characters, yet she is the only one who has not received the inheritance of a godhood.

Therefore, she had to rely on herself.

The system's answer was the far north. There lay what she needed: an ancient ruin belonging to no current god in the Douluo God Realm, and a long-lost divine inheritance that perfectly matched her aurora attribute.

Once she finds it, she won't need to rely on any existing pantheon or be at the mercy of anyone.

She can forge her own third path through her own abilities.

Snow White didn't tell Florian these things. It wasn't that she didn't trust him, but she was used to not relying on others and to bearing things alone.

But she knew Florian wasn't stupid; he could probably guess that she wasn't staying in the far north to see the scenery, but since she didn't say so, he didn't ask.

"Let's go." Snow White pulled herself out of her thoughts and turned her gaze back to the deeper part of the icy plain.

The wind and snow continued to howl, visibility was getting lower and lower, and the extremely cold air caused a slight stinging sensation when she inhaled it, but it made her more awake than ever before.

Florian followed behind her.

His short, golden hair was tousled by the wind, but there was no sign of impatience on his face. He raised his hand, a warm white ball of light condensing in his palm, and tossed it to Snow White.

The orb of light had no offensive power, but it could dispel the chill. Snow White took it, tucked it into her sleeve, and didn't say thank you. The unspoken understanding between the two had reached a point where "thank you" was unnecessary.

……

The core area of ​​the far north.

An ice palace, built from millennia-old ice, stands silently amidst the wind and snow.

The entire hall is crystal clear, like a piece of ice crystal sculpted by the gods themselves, with every edge reflecting the unique blue halo of the polar regions.

The wind and snow howled and raged around the palace, yet they could not penetrate the gate even slightly, as if some invisible force shrouded the area in an eternal tranquility.

At this moment, deep within the hall, a slender figure sat cross-legged on the ice crystal throne.

The Snow Queen wore a long, flowing, ice-blue robe adorned with snowflake patterns. Her deep blue eyes were slightly closed, and she was surrounded by an extremely rich ice-blue aura.

The halo radiated outwards from her center, then slowly receded, as if the ice and snow of the entire far north were pulsating with her breath.

Her aura was even more profound than before her seclusion. If she was once an ice sword drawn from its sheath, sharp yet somewhat flimsy, then now she was like an iceberg that had slept for ten thousand years, standing there quietly, yet inspiring an instinctive sense of its unshakeable nature.

The Ice God's fifth test is complete.

She slowly opened her eyes. The instant those deep blue eyes opened, the entire ice palace trembled slightly, and the intricate ice crystal patterns on the walls simultaneously lit up with a ghostly blue light, as if a magic array that had been dormant for ten thousand years had been reactivated.

Outside the palace, the wind and snow within a hundred miles paused briefly, snowflakes hovered in mid-air, and even the howling wind stopped abruptly.

Then, everything returned to normal.

The hall doors were pushed open a crack, and a tall, slender figure in white silently walked in.

Today, the Snow Empress wore a snow-white long dress, her long silver hair casually draped over her shoulders. She had lost some of the majesty of the ruler of the far north, and gained more of the gentleness and elegance of a woman.

But at this moment, her beautiful face was filled with undisguised worry.

She walked to the throne, her gaze sweeping over the Ice Queen's face and then over the still-lingering icy blue aura around her, her brows furrowing slightly.

"How did the fifth exam go?" Xue Di asked, her voice clear and cold like ice water striking stone, but the concern in her tone was unmistakable.

The Ice Queen nodded slightly: "The fifth test is complete."

Upon hearing this, Xue Di's tense shoulder line finally relaxed a little.

"Are you injured?" Xue Di asked again.

"All is well."

Xue Di nodded and didn't ask any more questions. She knew the Ice Queen's personality; she would only answer one question and never say anything more.

She wouldn't say she was injured or encountered danger; she would only mention it casually after she had recovered, as if she had just gone for a walk.

Fortunately, there were no major setbacks this time. The Ice Queen's aura was even more concentrated than before her seclusion, and the Ice God's fifth trial should have ended in her complete victory.

The Snow Queen rose from her throne, her ice-blue robe trailing on the ground, her azure eyes slightly narrowed.

She had been completely focused on dealing with the Ice God's fifth trial, her mind completely immersed in the icy illusion created by the trial, and her perception of the far north was completely shut off.

At this moment, the divine test ended, and his spiritual power, like seawater rising again after the tide receded, gradually spread outward.

Her senses were connected to the ice and snow of the entire far north, and her thoughts, like invisible tendrils, swept across the undulating ice hills, penetrated the millennia-old ice layers, and swept over the ravines and cracks buried by wind and snow.

Then, her brow twitched slightly. A familiar face had appeared in the far north.

Her mental power accurately detected two youthful auras at the outer edge of the far north, one of ice attribute and one of light attribute.

The aura of ice was incredibly pure, carrying a unique fluctuation between extreme cold and holiness, like the aurora borealis compressed into a flowing halo.

The light attribute was no weaker, pure and warm, like an inextinguishable bonfire in the winter night.

The Snow Queen recognized the two auras. Snow White, Florian.

She had been so engrossed in the fifth trial of the Ice God that she had completely ignored everything happening outside.

At this moment, the divine test ended, and his spiritual power once again covered the far north, only to find that the two little guys had already touched the edge of the inner perimeter of the far north.

A knowing glint flashed in the Snow Queen's eyes. No explanation or reasoning was needed; almost the instant she sensed Snow White's presence, she understood the girl's purpose in appearing in the far north.

Become a god.

She's not an angel god, and she couldn't possibly be one. If she were willing to accept the angel god's test, she would have done so long ago; she wouldn't have gone to such lengths to come to the far north.

She came here only to find a divine position that does not belong to any existing god in the Douluo God Realm, a position that she can obtain through her own abilities and without having to depend on anyone else.

"Not stupid after all," the Ice Queen thought to herself. Giving up the readily available inheritance of a first-level god like the Angel God and coming to the far north to find ruins on her own—not everyone has that kind of courage.

But then again, if it were her, she wouldn't follow the path laid out by others.

Thinking this, the Snow Queen glanced again in the direction of Snow White, and with a slight mental movement, decided to let the snow guide her.

Chapter 503 Leaving Seagod Island

Since the progress of the Ice God's test has accelerated, Ice and Snow have become increasingly adept at controlling the far north.

This ice field was no longer an endless wasteland to her. She knew exactly what lay beneath each layer of ice and what slept within each glacier.

She remembered it clearly. When she first arrived in the far north in search of the divine legacy, she sensed two ancient ruins in the Ice Crystal Mountains, deep within the ice plains.

One place is where she is now, the site where the Ice God fell, and the other is on the other side of the Ice Crystal Mountains, separated by a bottomless ice abyss.

She hesitated for a long time between the two sites.

At that time, her control over the far north was not comprehensive enough, and she was unable to perceive the core power of the two ruins at the same time.

Furthermore, both ruins were buried deep beneath layers of ice that had stood for millennia, making it impossible for her to fully explore them given her abilities at the time. Therefore, she ultimately chose the Ice God Ruins based on her intuition.

Her intuition proved correct. Her compatibility with the Ice God was ridiculously high, and her divine examination went smoothly all the way.

But she always remembered that last ruin. Later, she also thought about letting the Snow Empress and the Ice Empress try it, after all, the power of those two ruins was no less than the Ice God's inheritance, and the divine position contained within them must be extraordinary.

If someone from the Snow Emperor or Ice Emperor lineage can inherit the throne, it will be a huge help to the far north.

Unfortunately, it won't work.

The Snow Empress tried, but was repelled as soon as she got close. The Ice Empress also tried; her extreme cold attribute was stronger than the Snow Empress's, but she was still blocked.

Later, with the completion of the divine test, she gained a portion of divine power. Through her divine power, she sensed that the ruins had extremely strict requirements for visitors. They had to be beings who possessed both the ultimate ice and the ultimate light attributes, or at least have similar attributes fused together, otherwise they would not be able to enter at all.

The Snow Empress is pure, ultimate ice, as is the Ice Empress. Their attributes contain not a trace of light, and the ruins do not recognize them at all.

But Snow White is different. Her self-created aurora property is a product of the fusion of ice and light.

The Snow Queen decided to grant this favor. Not for any other reason than Snow White's courage in abandoning the angel's test and traveling all the way to the far north to find her own way—a courage worthy of her gift.

She thought for a moment, then activated her mental energy. An extremely subtle, almost imperceptible icy blue ray shot out silently from her fingertip, instantly disappearing into the ice beneath her feet, and flying off towards the southeast at an astonishing speed.

That was the general direction of the Aurora Ruins. She wouldn't directly mark the precise coordinates for Snow White; finding the way was part of the training, and offering everything upfront would only make people complacent.

But she can leave a few "coincidences" for her in the wind and snow. For example, there might be a cave that can shelter from the snow on the leeward side of an ice hill, or there might be an ice mark that was blown away by the wind and then re-frozen at a crossroads, pointing in the right direction.

These signs are extremely subtle and easily missed if you don't look carefully, but if you are observant, you will naturally follow these subtle clues to find your destination.

Having done all this, the Snow Queen withdrew her spiritual power. The rest was up to Snow White's own fate.

Beside her, Xue Di noticed that the Ice Queen had been stunned for a while, her azure eyes slightly narrowed, and her red lips curved into a barely perceptible arc, as if she had seen something interesting.

"What's wrong?" Xue Di asked, her voice rising slightly at the end.

The Ice Queen withdrew her spiritual power, her expression returning to normal: "It's nothing."

It was just pointing out a path to a little girl who refused to follow the path laid out by others.

……

Poseidon Island, early morning.

As dawn broke through the sea, the entire island was still shrouded in a thin layer of bluish-green. The sound of waves crashing against the rocks echoed incessantly, like the island's breath.

Lin Wan pushed open the door, and the salty sea breeze rushed in, blowing a few strands of hair back from his forehead. He stood in the doorway and took a deep breath.

Having spent so long on Poseidon Island, this flavor has become ingrained in my bones.

I don't dislike it, but I wouldn't say I like it either.

He glanced back at the room he had lived in for a long time. The room was spotless, the bed was neatly made, and there wasn't a speck of dust on the table.

He didn't take any of the seashell ornaments, dried flower bouquets, or hand-woven fishbone wind chimes that the residents of Seahorse City had given him; he left them all neatly arranged on the windowsill.

There's nothing to miss. It's not that the island is bad, it's just that it's time for him to leave.

Lin Wan closed the door and turned to walk out of Haima City. His steps were slow and steady.

He has completed four of the Nine Trials of Poseidon. He's more than halfway there, which sounds pretty good. But he doesn't plan to do the remaining five trials.

The reason is simple: enough is enough.

His purpose in coming to Poseidon Island was never to inherit the position of Poseidon.

What he wanted was to analyze the power and rules of the sea god, to dismantle, absorb, and integrate the ocean's laws—which encompassed and devoured everything—into his own fairytale deity.

The analysis of the Sea God's authority has now reached a critical point. Going any deeper might trigger the complete inheritance mechanism of the divine position, at which point he wouldn't be able to leave even if he wanted to.