Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

Only the eerie blue light emanating from Ursula's body shone like a solitary lamp in the endless darkness.

Lightning began to dance in the clouds, initially just a few thin, silvery-white arcs of electricity that appeared and disappeared at the edge of the clouds.

But soon, the number of electric arcs began to increase, their volume began to expand, and their color began to change.

It changes from silvery white to bright white, from bright white to blazing white, and from blazing white to gradually being tinged with a faint purple.

Ursula looked up at the thunderclouds overhead, which were brewing destruction.

She sensed it. The energy fluctuations within the thunderclouds were far more terrifying than any tribulation she had faced before. Every bolt of lightning lurking within the clouds carried destructive power capable of tearing her to shreds.

She hadn't felt this suffocating pressure in a long time.

Ursula lowered her eyes, a cold smile slowly curving her lips.

Her tentacles slowly unfurled behind her, each one taut and straight, with dark blue energy patterns flowing across their surface, like a fully drawn bowstring.

come on.

When the first bolt of lightning struck, the entire sea was illuminated for a moment.

The bolt of lightning was as thick as a giant pillar, its entire body displaying an almost silvery-white brilliance, accompanied by a thunderous roar that seemed to tear the heavens and earth apart, as it precisely struck the center of the formation where Ursula was located.

Ursula didn't dodge. Nor could she.

Once a calamity locks onto its target, it will pursue you no matter where you flee. The only way to survive is to confront it head-on.

She raised her hands, and her ten fingers quickly formed a complex hand seal in the air.

The treasures embedded in the array nodes around Ursula lit up simultaneously, and the dark blue light suddenly surged, condensing into a semi-transparent light shield above Ursula's head.

The thunderbolt crashed into the light shield!

boom!

A deafening roar erupted on the sea, sending shockwaves sweeping across several miles and creating towering waves several meters high. The dark blue light shield trembled violently, its surface cracking like a spiderweb, but it ultimately did not shatter.

The lightning exploded on the surface of the light shield, turning into countless tiny silver-white arcs of electricity that crisscrossed everywhere, like a thunderstorm splashing on the sea.

Ursula let out a muffled groan, feeling a surge of blood rushing to her chest.

The power of the first lightning bolt exceeded her expectations. Although she withstood it, her soul power was consumed by 10% more than anticipated.

She had no time to catch her breath.

The second bolt of lightning followed closely behind, thicker and brighter than the first. It was silver with a faint purple tinge, and crashed down with an even more terrifying aura.

This time, Ursula didn't wait for it to land on the light shield.

She lunged forward, meeting the lightning bolt head-on. Her right hand was outstretched, and she held the jet-black bead in her palm, its dark red light flashing wildly within.

The black bead burst forth with dazzling light the moment it came into contact with the lightning.

The lightning bolts that were powerful enough to tear ordinary 500,000-year-old soul beasts to shreds were mostly swallowed up by that black bead!

The remaining portion escaped through the beads, striking Ursula and leaving charred marks on her tentacles. Her flesh crackled from the electric shock and emitted a burnt smell.

Ursula gritted her teeth, enduring the excruciating pain, and the black bead in her palm lit up again.

The third, fourth, and fifth bolts of lightning arrived one after another, each thicker, faster, and darker in color than the last.

From silvery white to bright white, from bright white to incandescent white, and then to incandescent white with a purple halo, the light of thunder illuminated the entire sea area, even revealing the outlines of coral reefs several miles away.

Ursula's injuries continued to accumulate. Three tentacles were severed, a deep scorch mark that exposed bone was left on her left waist by lightning, and the skin on her right shoulder was completely carbonized.

But the black bead always protected her, and each flash of its dark red light gave her a chance to catch her breath.

Hundreds of miles away, on a stretch of sea, two figures hovered in mid-air, gazing at the sky illuminated by lightning.

Lan Fuzi sat on the broad back of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King, her long, sea-blue hair swaying gently in the sea breeze.

Her hands gripped a wisp of her father's mane tightly, her light blue eyes wide and fixed on the churning thunderclouds.

"Father..." Her voice trembled slightly, a tremor she herself didn't even realize, "What's wrong with the sky over there? Why is there so much thunder?"

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King remained silent. His massive body hovered above the sea surface, his deep blue eyes slightly narrowed, his gaze piercing through layers of lightning and landing on the blurry figure beneath the thunderclouds.

Of course he knew what it was.

He had experienced that moment many years ago.

Thunder poured down from the sky, as if to shatter the entire world into pieces.

He was all too familiar with that oppressive feeling that made it hard to breathe, that suffocating feeling that every time he survived a lightning strike, he felt one step closer to death.

Chapter 546 Under Rule

"She is undergoing tribulation," the Deep Sea Demon Whale King said, his voice deep and resonant, like muffled thunder rolling across the sea.

"Tribulation?" Lan Fuzi was taken aback, then blinked. "What kind of tribulation?"

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

He was pondering how to explain this to his daughter, who had little understanding of the soul beast cultivation system.

"When a soul beast cultivates for a certain number of years, it will face a heavenly tribulation." His voice was unhurried. "The heavenly tribulation is a test imposed on soul beasts by the rules of heaven and earth. If it passes, its cultivation will reach a higher level; if it fails, it will be reduced to ashes."

Lan Fuzi's body stiffened slightly.

She looked down at her father's broad back, then looked up at the churning thunderclouds in the distance, a hint of worry surfacing in her light blue eyes.

"Then... will she be able to get through it?"

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King thought for a moment, recalling Ursula's calm and composed face when he last saw her, and her effortless ease.

Such a person would not drive himself to a dead end.

"can."

Lan Fuzi didn't loosen her grip on the mane, but her shoulders relaxed slightly. She believed her father's words.

But she couldn't help but glance once more at the sky churning with lightning.

Every time thunder roared, her heart skipped a beat.

The distant lightning cast her shadow on the sea, long and thin, like a blade of grass that could be broken by the wind at any moment.

"Father, will Ursula be hurt? Will she be in a lot of pain?"

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King did not answer.

As soul beasts, who hasn't been injured? Who hasn't felt pain?

But he couldn't interfere with this tribulation, and no one else would. Ultimately, he had to walk his own path.

Lan Fuzi lowered her head and asked softly, "Father, can you help her?"

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King did not turn around, his voice as deep as a dark cloud pressing down on the sea: "No."

Lan Fuzi's mouth opened slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything.

She simply clenched her fists, her gaze fixed on the increasingly bright thunderclouds, her lips pressed into a tight line.

……

Hundreds of nautical miles away, a silver-white figure was cutting through the waves, moving rapidly across the sea.

The figure was covered in silver-white scales, its movements fluid and graceful, like a drawn sword slicing a silvery trail in the night.

It was none other than the Demon Soul Great White Shark, Little White.

She is one of the most loyal guardians of Poseidon Island. Every so often, she patrols the sea along a fixed route, spreading the faith of the sea god while monitoring any unusual activity on the sea.

Tonight, as always, she set off from Poseidon Island and cruised along the northeastern sea.

The night was deep, and there was no moonlight on the sea. Only sparse starlight appeared and disappeared through the gaps in the clouds overhead.

The sea breeze was gentle and slow, pushing the small waves to lap against the rocks, making a low and rhythmic sound.

Xiao Bai originally thought this would be an ordinary parade.

Until she saw the lightning.

At first, it was just a bright flash on the horizon, as if someone had lit a huge silver flame in the sky.

She thought it was lightning, but she quickly realized something was wrong; it wasn't an ordinary thunderstorm.

The lightning bolts moving through the clouds were so concentrated and condensed that they seemed to be guided by something, striking down precisely in the same direction.

She stopped, hovering above the sea, her silvery-white eyes slightly narrowed as she gazed at the sky illuminated by lightning.

Then she sensed it.

The energy fluctuations emanating from afar were violent, vast, and carried a world-destroying pressure, as if some extremely powerful force was being repeatedly hammered and tempered by the rules of heaven and earth.

Xiao Bai's heart skipped a beat.

She wasn't unfamiliar with tribulations. She herself had endured a hundred thousand years of heavenly tribulation, and the feeling of being squeezed, torn apart, and burned by lightning from all directions was still etched into her bones.

But the oppressive force emanating from this thundercloud was far greater than the tribulation she had faced before.

The clouds were thicker, the lightning brighter, and each bolt of lightning was as thick as a giant pillar, with a faint purple halo. When it struck the sea, the waves it stirred up were enough to capsize a large ship.

Xiao Bai didn't know what kind of soul beast was undergoing tribulation in the distance, but the scale of the lightning tribulation it attracted far exceeded that of a 100,000-year heavenly tribulation; it was at least a being of the hundreds of thousands of years level.

She paused for a moment, then suddenly turned around and sped off toward Poseidon Island.

This level of lightning tribulation must be reported to the High Priest as soon as possible.

Poseidon Island, atop Poseidon Mountain.

The ancient palace stood silently in the night, its walls adorned with deep-sea pearls that emitted a soft and enduring blue glow, enveloping the entire hall in a serene radiance.

Poseidon stood on the stone platform in front of the temple, her long, sea-blue hair swaying gently in the night breeze, her deep, ocean-like eyes gazing at the distant sky constantly illuminated by lightning.

She held the golden trident scepter in her hand, her fingertips gently stroking the scepter, a very light movement that carried an indescribable meaning.

Of course she noticed it. The instant the lightning struck, her mental energy spread out like a tide, precisely locking onto that area of ​​the sea.

A celestial tribulation lasting six hundred thousand years.

On the high seas, there are very few soul beasts capable of triggering a heavenly tribulation of this level.

Poseidon's eyes flickered slightly. She didn't know who the Tribulation Transcender was, but that didn't matter. No matter how many years that soul beast had cultivated in the deep sea, or how much power it had accumulated, as long as it remained in this ocean, it would eventually return to the order of the Sea God.

She had seen many powerful figures who disrespected the sea god establish territories and build up their influence in the deep sea, believing that they could occupy a place in this vast ocean.