Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

But the vast majority of them eventually become footnotes to the belief in the sea god.

The trident scepter she held pointed to a more definite future.

Ariel has triggered the nine trials of Poseidon. When her trials are complete and Poseidon returns, the entire sea will once again fall under his rule.

Poseidon's lips curved into a very faint smile, fleeting as a moment, as if it had never existed.

Just then, a silvery-white figure appeared on Poseidon Mountain.

Xiao Bai landed in front of the hall, kneeling on one knee, her voice urgent: "High Priest! A soul beast in the Northeast Sea is undergoing tribulation, and the scale of the lightning tribulation is enormous, far exceeding the ten-thousand-year heavenly tribulation!"

Poseidon didn't turn around; her gaze remained fixed on the distant horizon illuminated by lightning. Her voice was calm as still water: "Understood."

Xiao Bai raised her head, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes: "High Priest, shouldn't we send someone to check? What if it's a soul beast undergoing tribulation?"

"Need not."

Poseidon interrupted her, her tone still unhurried: "The tribulation of lightning is a test of the laws of heaven and earth for soul beasts. Outsiders cannot interfere or stop it. If it can pass through it, it will naturally appear before us; if it cannot pass through it, then it is destined."

She paused for a moment, as if choosing her words carefully: "You can continue patrolling the sea."

Xiao Bai opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he lowered his head and replied, "Yes."

She stood up, bowed to Poseidon, turned and transformed into a streak of silver light, disappearing back into the sea and vanishing into the night.

Poseidon stood alone in front of the palace, the sea breeze blowing from afar, gently lifting the strands of hair that fell over her shoulders.

Her gaze remained fixed on the sky illuminated by lightning, her face devoid of any extra expression.

The tribulation continued. Another wave of lightning struck, even more intensely than before, illuminating the entire sea area as bright as day.

Poseidon watched quietly, her gaze as deep and unfathomable as the sea.

A moment later, she turned around and walked back into the hall.

……

Thunderclouds churned on the sea.

The seventh, eighth, and ninth bolts of lightning struck down in succession, each one faster and more ruthless than the last.

The blazing white lightning had been tinged with a distinct purple, and the arcs of electricity that roamed between the clouds were no longer thin snakes of electricity, but roaring thunder dragons, churning and howling in the sea of ​​clouds, each dive carrying a terrifying pressure that was enough to evaporate an entire sea area.

Ursula has already withstood several bolts of lightning.

She had more than a dozen charred wounds on her body, the worst of which ran diagonally from her left shoulder to her waist, the skin and flesh rolled up, the edges carbonized, and oozing a dark red, viscous liquid.

The severed tentacles hung limply behind him, the remaining ones covered with fine cracks, as if they might crumble into dust at any moment.

Her breathing was rapid, her chest heaving violently, and the beads of sweat on her forehead were evaporated by the lightning as soon as they appeared.

But she remained suspended in mid-air.

The jet-black bead in her palm was now covered with spiderweb-like cracks. A dark red light emanated from the cracks, flickering uncertainly, as if it might shatter at any moment.

When the twelfth bolt of lightning struck, the black bead finally gave way.

The dark red light flickered violently twice, like a filament pushed to its limit, and then suddenly exploded with a muffled cracking sound, turning into countless tiny specks of light that scattered in all directions.

Ursula's body was thrown backward by the aftershock of the explosion, leaving a long trail of water on the sea before she managed to regain her balance.

A trickle of dark red blood oozed from the corner of her mouth, but her eyes remained bright.

The black bead shattered, but her soul power was not yet half depleted. Her strongest trump card, the magic she had accumulated in the fairy tale world, had not been used at all.

This is the moment she's been waiting for.

Ursula took a deep breath and slowly straightened up. She raised her hands, and her ten fingers began to move in the air in an extremely ancient rhythm, with dark green light flowing from her fingertips.

The light wasn't dazzling, but it carried a strange power that seemed to freeze the surrounding air.

She began to sing.

It was a spell that did not belong to any language in the Douluo Continent. The voice was deep and hoarse, like an ancient echo coming from the deepest part of the sea. Every syllable carried a sense of incongruity that was out of step with the rules of this world.

As she chanted, the surrounding seawater began to change.

Centered on Ursula, the sea surface within a radius of dozens of miles began to churn violently.

It wasn't the waves stirred up by thunder, but something within the seawater being awakened. A ghostly green light emanated from the depths of the ocean, like countless eyes slowly opening in the darkness.

The next moment, countless dark green beams of light shot up from the seabed, like giant hands reaching out from the abyss, precisely meeting the lightning bolts striking down from above.

At the moment the lightning collided with the beam of light, there was no explosion, no roar, only a chilling sound of annihilation.

It was as if two completely different forces vanished into nothingness the instant they came into contact, without even a ripple escaping.

Ursula's chanting did not stop; instead, it grew faster and faster.

The dark green light flowing around her grew stronger and stronger, enveloping her in a deep, eerie green halo, making her eyes appear as dark and ghostly as will-o'-the-wisps.

The thirteenth, fourteenth, and fifteenth bolts of lightning struck down in succession, each one thicker and faster than the last, and the purple hue in the clouds grew increasingly intense.

But those pillars of light continued to emerge from the seabed like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, cutting off and devouring bolts of lightning powerful enough to tear the heavens and earth apart, turning them into nothingness.

More and more blood seeped from Ursula's lips, and the veins on her forehead bulged slightly. Yet her voice remained steady, each syllable carrying an undeniable power.

She was burning, burning the magical materials accumulated in the Fishbone Cave, burning the treasures that had been kept for countless years, burning the ancient knowledge that should not belong to this world.

The price of these burning events was that the lightning bolts that should have torn her apart were gradually extinguished.

On the distant sea, Lan Fuzi looked up, her light blue eyes wide open, staring unblinkingly at the sky that was cut and crisscrossed by eerie green beams of light and silver-purple lightning.

She had lost count of how many bolts of lightning there were; she only remembered that the pillars of light never ceased, as if they had taken root at the bottom of the sea and continued to emerge endlessly.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King hovered beneath her, its broad back like a silent island, bearing the entire weight of Lan Fuzi.

His deep blue eyes narrowed slightly as his gaze fell on the figure shrouded in a dark green light in the distance.

He finally began to take Ursula seriously. The array that this woman set up before her tribulation, seemingly for defense, was actually designed to guide, store, and transform the ocean's power in the entire sea into a source of replenishment for herself.

That array wasn't a shield at all, but a collector-converter.

She wouldn't allow herself to fall into a certain death situation. Every step she took was calculated, and the purpose of every treasure was carefully considered. She had probably been preparing for this for a very long time.

The twenty-third bolt of lightning struck, and the purple in the clouds almost overwhelmed the silvery-white background.

The lightning bolt was incredibly thick, like a blazing purple spear thrusting down from the heavens, carrying a world-destroying force, and pierced straight towards the eerie green pillar of light on the sea surface.

The beams of light shattered under the impact, and dark green fragments scattered in all directions, like broken glass.

Ursula's body trembled violently, and she spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the front of her clothes red, but she did not fall down.

She suddenly opened her arms, and the dark green light between her fingers suddenly surged, causing the seawater beneath her feet to churn as if boiling.

Chapter 547 The Sea Princess

A massive vortex, tens of meters in diameter, suddenly formed around her, and a ghostly green light surged from its depths, like a dark moon rising from the deepest part of the ocean.

As the twenty-fourth bolt of lightning struck, the dark moon suddenly rose into the sky, meeting the blazing purple lightning pillar head-on.

The two forces collided violently in mid-air, causing the entire sea to tremble violently at that moment.

The moon shattered, transforming into a shower of pale green light that resembled an inverted galaxy cascading onto the sea.

The remaining power of the lightning bolt was also exhausted at the same time, shattering into countless tiny arcs of electricity at the last moment. They flickered futilely a few times at the edge of the clouds before completely dissipating.

The thunderclouds in the sky began to slowly recede, gradually dissipating from the edges towards the center, revealing the deep blue night sky behind them. A few stars twinkled faintly in the sky, as if confirming that the storm had ended.

The waves on the sea gradually subsided, and the seawater that had been churned up by the lightning was slowly returning to calm.

The air still carried the smell of ozone and a burnt odor, and wisps of white steam floated on the sea, rising gently and blending into the night.

Ursula remained suspended in mid-air, her body covered in shocking wounds.

The severed tentacles hung limply behind him, the charred flesh rolled up, the edges carbonized, and in some places even the scorched white bones underneath could be seen.

The worst wound cut diagonally from the left shoulder to the side of the waist, the skin and flesh rolled up, and the dark red liquid that seeped out dried quickly in the night wind, congealing into a thin layer of scab.

She kept her head down, her chest heaving violently, each breath pulling at her wound and bringing a burning pain. But a slow smile crept onto her lips.

Her perception was much clearer than before.

Every wave, every ripple of the sea, every direction of the sea breeze, and even the occasional schools of fish swimming among the dormant coral reefs deep in the ocean were all as clear to her as if she were seeing them with her own eyes.

That sense of control was something she had never experienced before.

Ursula slowly closed her eyes, her mind sinking into her body. She could clearly feel that her meridians had widened by almost twice as much as before, and her soul power was surging faster and more condensed within them, like a great river whose riverbed had been widened.

More importantly, the essence and primordial power of the deep-sea demon whale king within her body were completely refined during this tribulation and merged with her bloodline.

She raised her hand, a wisp of pale blue light swirling around her fingertips. The light was purer and deeper than before her tribulation, like refined steel that had been repeatedly tempered.

The array beneath her was still slowly operating, and the dark blue light flowed into her body like a trickle, traveling along her meridians.

Where the light touched, a layer of pale pink flesh began to emerge from the edges of the charred wounds, and tiny buds of flesh began to grow from the broken ends of the tentacles. Although the process wasn't fast, it was indeed repairing itself.

Ursula did not immediately activate the formation at full speed. She needed to stabilize her breathing and reorganize the power surging within her body that had become somewhat excessive due to the tribulation.

The surge in soul power brings not only strength, but also the risk of losing control.

She didn't want to make a fool of herself by crashing into an underwater mountain range while recklessly swimming through the sea, having just survived a heavenly tribulation.

She floated on the sea surface, with a slowly rotating dark blue array beneath her and thunderclouds gradually dissipating above her head.

The remaining arc of electricity flickered weakly a few times at the edge of the cloud before finally dissipating completely.

In the distance, 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 were still gripping the Deep Sea Demon Whale King's shoulders, but the grip was much looser than before.

As the thunderclouds completely dissipated, Lan Fuzi's tense shoulders finally relaxed completely.

She glanced down at her father's broad back, then looked up at the figure floating on the sea in the distance.

"Father, Ursula...is she alright?"

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King did not answer immediately. His senses, like invisible tentacles, had already reached out first.

Although Ursula was covered in wounds, her soul power fluctuations were clear and stable, like a machine that had just undergone major repairs and was running even more smoothly than before.

His deep blue eyes narrowed slightly before he spoke: "She's still alive. Her breathing is steady."

Lan Fuzi's eyes lit up. She hesitated for a few moments, then spoke softly, "Father... I want to go see her, is that alright?"

After saying that, she quickly added, "I'll just take a look from afar to make sure she's alright. I won't bother her."