Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King remained silent for a moment. He turned his head, his deep blue eyes glancing at the worried little face of his daughter on his back.

He did not stop her.

After all, with him present, nothing in the entire ocean could pose a danger to Lan Fuzi.

He could guarantee her safe arrival and safe return, as long as she wanted to go.

"Let's go," the Deep Sea Demon Whale King's voice was deep. "If you want to see it, then go see it."

A bright smile instantly bloomed on Lan Fuzi's face. She nodded vigorously, released her grip on the Deep Sea Demon Whale King's hand, and patted his broad back: "Thank you, Father!"

The massive body of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King silently changed direction on the sea surface and swam towards the area where Ursula was located.

He wasn't fast. When he passed through the sea ravaged by lightning, the white steam floating on the surface was still rising, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of burning and ozone. But he only swayed his tail fin slightly and passed through like a silent island.

Before long, Lan Fuzi saw Ursula's figure.

She floated on the sea surface, beneath her a slowly flowing, dark blue array, with tentacles hanging down behind her. Although she looked somewhat disheveled, her aura was surprisingly steady.

Lan Fuzi jumped off his father's back before his father had completely stopped.

Her body traced a graceful arc in the air, and as she landed on the sea, her tail swayed gently, creating a fine spray of water, before she swam towards Ursula.

"Ursula!" She stopped a few steps away, her light blue eyes scanning Ursula's shocking wounds from head to toe, her brows furrowed tightly.

"You're badly injured! Does it hurt? I have many rare and precious herbs there; I can send you some. My father's treasury also has many good things; I'll take some out..."

Her tone was fast and urgent, as if she couldn't wait to stuff all the elixirs into Ursula's hands right now.

Ursula opened her eyes and saw Lan Fuzi's worried little face. A hint of surprise flashed in her dark green eyes.

But she quickly realized it was due to Lan Fuzi's personality. Although her previous dealings with Lan Fuzi were, in essence, nothing more than a mutually beneficial arrangement.

But Lan Fuzi, this soul beast, was too well protected by the Deep Sea Demon Whale King. She was simple-minded and would be kind to whoever was kind to her. She was worried about Ursula's injuries, so she came.

Ursula glanced discreetly into the distance.

The enormous figure hovered on the sea dozens of miles away, its deep blue eyes calmly watching this side. Its posture was neither friendly nor did it intend to stop them.

With his strength, if he really didn't want Lan Fuzi to get close, he had countless ways to stop her.

Ursula withdrew her gaze and looked back at Lan Fuzi, a slow smile curving her lips.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

As she spoke, she raised one of her less injured tentacles and pointed to the charred wounds on her body.

"These injuries look scary, but they are just superficial wounds. Having survived the tribulation, my physique has been greatly improved, and with this formation helping me recover, they will heal in no time."

She paused, her tone becoming more reassuring: "Besides, the improvement in strength is real. Compared to that, this injury is nothing."

Lan Fuzi looked at her with suspicion. The charred, torn flesh and severed tentacles looked more like something than just a "superficial injury."

But she noticed that Ursula's breathing was steady and her eyes were clear when she spoke, and she certainly didn't look like someone who was seriously injured and on the verge of death. Her tense shoulders relaxed slightly.

But she was still a little uneasy, so she lowered her head and took off a thin silver chain from her neck.

A blue seashell, about the size of a thumb, hangs from the end of the chain. The surface of the seashell shimmers with a faint halo, clearly indicating that it is no ordinary object.

"Here, take this." Lan Fuzi handed the necklace to Ursula.

"This is a storage shell specially made for me by my father. It contains many good things. There is ancient coral marrow, deep-sea crystal, and several Ice Soul Grasses that my father has collected for who knows how many years. These things are very useful for healing injuries. You can keep them for yourself."

Ursula's gaze fell on the blue seashell. She could sense the immense energy fluctuations contained within it; such a thing would be considered a rare treasure in the hands of any powerful force.

She slowly extended her tentacles, rolled up the seashell necklace, gently caressed it with her fingertips, and then carefully put it into her bosom.

After doing all this, she raised her head, her gaze passing over Lan Fuzi and landing on the enormous figure in the distance.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King remained suspended hundreds of feet above the sea, its deep blue eyes calmly watching this side.

His expression remained unchanged; he neither nodded nor shook his head, simply watching quietly.

Ursula understood that look; it meant: I see, let her be.

She lowered her eyes, the smile on her lips deepening. Then she looked at Lan Fuzi again, her voice lighter than before: "I accept this gift. Lan Fuzi, thank you for making the trip."

Lan Fuzi felt a little embarrassed by her earnest thanks.

She shook her head and waved her hand, "No need to thank me! I'm glad you're alright! I won't disturb your healing any longer, I'll head back now!"

After saying that, she waved to Ursula and turned to swim towards the Deep Sea Demon Whale King.

Her fishtail drew a graceful arc on the sea surface, moving so fast it seemed as if she was afraid that staying any longer would delay Ursula's rest.

As the Deep Sea Demon Whale King watched his daughter swim back, he turned slightly to let her climb back onto his back.

Once Lan Fuzi was settled on its back, it slowly turned around and swam back to the area it had come from. Its massive body left a long trail of water on the surface of the sea, and soon it completely disappeared into the night.

Ursula watched the two figures gradually disappear into the distance until their massive silhouettes vanished completely from sight before turning her gaze away.

She looked down at the blue seashell in her hand, gently stroked it, then carefully put it away. She closed her eyes and began to fully activate the array to accelerate the healing of her injuries.

In the far reaches of the deep sea, in a dreamlike expanse, another pair of eyes is slowly opening.

The seawater there displays a dreamlike blend of icy blue and pale purple, with enormous bioluminescent jellyfish floating silently in the deep sea like suspended palace lanterns, scattering tiny glimmers of light.

A crystal palace made of white coral and colorful seashells stands quietly on the seabed, its walls inlaid with countless luminous pearls, making the entire palace shine with dazzling light.

This place is far from the deep-sea whale-infested waters and also far from the patrol range of Poseidon Island, close to the continental shelf beneath the far northern ice sheet.

The seawater was cold and clear, and the currents were gentle and calm, like a quiet corner of the world forgotten by the world.

Deep within the palace, on a throne carved from a single piece of ice-blue crystal, a figure slowly sits up straight.

That's a woman.

Her face was extremely beautiful, yet it carried an almost icy air of authority.

Her long, silvery-white hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, shimmering softly in the deep blue light.

Her fish tail was long and elegant, and her entire body was covered with fine silver scales, the edges of which were tinged with a very faint pale purple halo.

Her eyes were a deep silver-gray, like an ancient well that had been soaked in moonlight for a thousand years, calm and profound.

She is the patriarch of the mermaid clan. A ferocious beast of five hundred thousand years, the Sea Princess.

Her spiritual power, like invisible tentacles, covered an area of ​​thousands of miles around the sea.

This is both surveillance and training.

Therefore, she noticed it the moment Ursula's tribulation triggered lightning that tore through the sky.

Then, her mental energy precisely contracted, transforming into a straight line that spread outwards, expanding her detection range several times over.

They pinpointed the exact area of ​​the sea, not missing a single detail.

Now that the tribulation lightning has dissipated, although the one who underwent the tribulation was seriously injured, his aura is more refined and profound than before.

Without a doubt, the deep-sea witch who underwent tribulation has successfully crossed that threshold.

From this day forward, a new true overlord has emerged over this vast ocean.

The sea princess leaned back on her throne, her silver-grey eyes slightly narrowed, as if she were deep in thought.

She raised her hand, her fingertips tracing a line in the air. A pale blue ripple spread from her fingertips, silently passing through the palace walls and merging into the sea outside.

"Notify all tribal chiefs." Her voice was soft, yet clear as if it were ringing in their ears. "Come to the council hall to see me in three days."

Chapter 548 Change and Departure

Haotian City.

Dusk slowly descended from the horizon above the city walls, enveloping the entire city in a serene gray-blue halo.

As the number of pedestrians on the street gradually decreased, the lanterns in front of the shops lit up one after another, casting warm yellow spots of light on the bluestone pavement.

In a secluded courtyard on the east side of the city lord's mansion, a lamp was quietly burning.

Tang Yuehua sat on a stone bench in the courtyard, holding a cup of slightly cooled tea in her hand, her gaze fixed on the figure under the old locust tree in the courtyard.

Tang San sat on a low stool with a golden harp lying across his lap.

The harp was exquisitely designed, its body carved from an unknown golden wood, and its strings shimmered with a delicate, flowing light in the twilight.

Today he wore a moon-white robe, and his dark blue hair was loosely tied back with a black ribbon, falling to his shoulders.

He didn't rush to pluck the strings, but instead closed his eyes and sat quietly for a moment.

The lamplight flickered gently in the night breeze, casting soft shadows on his face, making his already strikingly handsome features appear even more delicate and profound.

A moment later, he raised his hand, his slender fingers landing on the strings.

A clear, crisp note from the piano, like a drop of water falling into a still lake, gently rippled through the twilight.

Then came the second note, and the third note. The melody flowed out slowly and gently, as if telling a long story.

The music was not complicated; in fact, it could be described as simple. The transitions between each note were extremely natural, like a spring winding down a mountain, meandering around rocks and cascading over cliffs, without a trace of stagnation or awkwardness.

Tang Yuehua's gaze remained fixed on him, her clear eyes swirling with extremely complex emotions.

She taught Tang San to play the zither, the flute, and etiquette, initially only to help him to tone down his overly conspicuous murderous aura.

A person who has just come out of the killing city exudes a cold aura that makes people instinctively want to stay away.

She has seen too many people like this, and she has seen too many of their ultimate fates.

They might be consumed by that murderous aura, becoming withdrawn and obsessive, and eventually die quietly in some unknown corner.

He would either become the target of everyone's attacks on the battlefield, and be surrounded and killed by enemies who saw him as a threat.

She didn't want Tang San to take that path.

So when Tang Hao asked her to teach Tang San, she agreed and persuaded Tang San to stay, using music and etiquette to gradually smooth out his rough edges.

She had thought the process would be very long, taking at least several years to see noticeable results. But Tang San's progress far exceeded her expectations.

In just a few months, he changed so much that he was like a completely different person.

The boy who had been immersed in the killing city had now completely concealed his murderous aura, leaving only a gentle and composed expression on his face.

Like a sharp sword that has been repeatedly polished and tempered, the blade is still sharp, but it has been sheathed and will not easily reveal its deadly glint.

Tang Yuehua gently put down her teacup. She didn't interrupt, but simply listened quietly to the music flowing in the twilight.

The song ended.