Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

She had sensed Qian Renxue's state when she left the Hall of Offerings. Although that power was condensed and had undergone repeated tempering, it still remained on the edge of the mortal realm. She was certain that Qian Renxue had not yet crossed that threshold.

But now, the angelic divine power spreading like a tidal wave is relentlessly confirming the same fact: Qian Renxue has succeeded. She has become a true angelic god, standing in the realm on the other side of that door.

Bibi Dong's body swayed slightly, but then she regained her balance.

She stood there, sensing the gradually solidifying divine aura, feeling the invisible collision between that power and the slowly forming Rakshasa power within her. The two completely different divine powers intersected in the sky above the same city, like two rivers demarcating their respective territories.

She had originally thought she would be the first to enter the realm of gods. Her Rakshasa God Trial was nearing its end; the final threshold was becoming thinner and thinner, and she could feel the power of the Rakshasa God slowly awakening within her, waiting for the moment when it would be fully awakened.

But now, the angelic power that is stabilizing in the temple is like a tower that has been suddenly illuminated, clearly reflecting the difference between her and that tower.

Bibi Dong felt a variety of emotions at that moment: resentment, shock, anger, and a stinging sensation that she was unwilling to admit, as if something had been snatched from her hands.

But she suppressed all those emotions, as if forcibly pushing surging waves back beneath the surface. Her face returned to calm, but something in her purple eyes was visibly sharpening.

She sat back on her throne. Her movements were slow, as if she were using that time to compose herself. Then she spoke, her voice regaining its usual calm and composure: "Someone come here."

Hurried footsteps sounded outside the hall, and a figure knelt on the threshold: "Your Holiness the Pope."

"Pass down the order!" Bibi Dong's voice echoed clearly in the empty hall, "No one is allowed to discuss or spread any of the events that take place in the Hall of Offerings today. Anyone who violates this order will be punished as a traitor."

"Yes," the figure replied and left.

Silence returned to the main hall. Bibi Dong sat alone on her throne, her purple eyes gazing towards the Hall of Offerings. A complex light churned deep within her gaze, before fading away and settling back into a cold, calm stillness. Then she slowly closed her eyes and continued to meditate. The Rakshasa God Trial would not stop because anyone else had preceded her; she only needed to wait a little longer, and that door would open for her.

……

Meanwhile, on the distant Poseidon Island.

The sea breeze blows from the depths of the ocean, carrying salty vapors and the scents of afar, brushing past the ancient temple atop Poseidon Mountain.

The sound of waves crashing against the rocks came from the foot of the mountain, deep and rhythmic, like an ancient ballad that never stops.

Poseidon stood on the stone platform in front of the temple, her long, sea-blue hair swaying gently in the wind, her deep, ocean-like eyes gazing towards the southern horizon.

There, a divine aura, invisible to the naked eye but clearly discernible through perception, was slowly taking shape, like new starlight being ignited in the far distance.

The aura emanated from the mainland, traversed thousands of miles of sea, penetrated the layers of energy barriers of Poseidon Island, and precisely reached the depths of her senses.

That was the power of the angels, pure and vast, with a sacred quality completely different from that of the ocean.

Poseidon gripped the golden trident scepter tightly, her fingertips lightly tracing its surface. Her face remained as calm as the sea, revealing no extraneous emotional fluctuations, but a complex glint flickered deep within her eyes.

Angel God. Qian Renxue. Granddaughter of Qian Daoliu.

She sensed the source of that divine power, and also sensed a familiar aura contained within that power.

That was the bloodline mark of the Qian family, the same aura she had sensed in another person.

Poseidon narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze passing over the line where the sea meets the sky, as if piercing through the barrier of time and space, and seeing the figure standing on the beach of Poseidon Island many years ago.

Qian Daoliu was no longer young at that time. His silver hair was already streaked with frost, and there were fine lines at the corners of his eyes, but when he stood there, his back was still as straight as a sword.

He had become the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, a level 99 Limit Douluo standing at the pinnacle of the continent, but there was still an unextinguished flame in his eyes, a desire to reach an even higher realm.

He did not come alone.

Standing beside him was another man, as burly as a mountain, with a rugged face but exuding the air of a grandmaster.

Tang Chen, the sect leader of the Clear Sky Sect, is also a level 99 Limit Douluo.

Both of them had stood at the pinnacle of the mundane world for far too long, yet they could never reach that door.

Poseidon still remembers how they looked when they stepped onto the holy steps.

Both of them were top-tier individuals in their respective fields, and both possessed their own arrogance when they reached the Saint rank.

Their purpose in coming to Poseidon Island was simple: to seek an opportunity to break through their limits.

Divine trials, or anything that could allow them to take another step forward.

She received them at the Temple of Poseidon.

At that time, she was already the high priestess of the sea god, with long, sea-blue hair falling over her shoulders and a trident scepter in her hand.

She spoke with them about the lineage of the sea god, the rules of the divine trials, and the information she could reveal.

Qian Daoliu and Tang Chen stayed on Poseidon Island for some time.

During that time, the three of them developed a deeper connection than initially expected.

Qian Daoliu was more composed than Poseidon had imagined. He lacked the sharpness of his youth, replaced by a profound and mature strength.

His gaze was steady and focused, and when it fell on her, there was no burning sense of closeness, but rather a solemnity that could not be ignored.

He liked to stand by the rocks at the foot of Poseidon Mountain at dusk, watching the waves crash against the rocks and splash up white spray. Sometimes he would turn his head and say a few words to her about his past.

Tang Chen is different.

Beneath his rugged face lay a delicate quality that seemed incongruous with his appearance. He would sit quietly on the stone steps outside the palace while she dealt with matters concerning Poseidon Island, waiting for her for an entire day.

His silence contained a kind of resilience, like a reef that had been repeatedly washed but never had its edges worn away.

He and Qian Daoliu would occasionally stand side by side on Poseidon Mountain to watch the sunset. Neither of them spoke, but there was a tacit understanding in that silence that only those who were on the same path could understand.

Poseidon was not unaware of the hidden meaning in their gazes.

She had lived for many years and seen too many people display similar expressions in front of her. She had long since learned to distinguish between fleeting appreciation and deeper emotions.

Qian Daoliu and Tang Chen belong to the latter category.

But they never said anything, made any confessions, made any promises, or said anything that would put each other in a difficult position.

They are all people who have experienced life and death, and they know that once certain words are spoken, they will change many things, and those things may not be what they want to change.

Poseidon refused them.

She knew her place: the high priestess of the sea god, whose life had long since ceased to belong to herself.

She couldn't reciprocate anyone's feelings, even though she did find Tang Chen's silhouette in the sunset to be very quiet at one moment, so quiet that she wanted to look at him a little longer.

That was a long time ago.

Later, Qian Daoliu left Poseidon Island, and Tang Chen also left.

They returned to their respective positions and continued on their separate paths.

Qian Daoliu became the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, dedicating his life to upholding the faith of the Angel God.

Poseidon would occasionally receive news from the mainland, snippets of information about their respective circumstances.

She kept these messages to herself, neither delving into them nor forgetting them, like putting a seashell washed ashore back into a crevice in the rocks.

Sendo-ryu is now dead.

She could clearly sense a familiar aura disappearing during the formation of that angelic power.

That was the aura of Qian Daoliu. He used his own life as fuel to ignite the last door leading to the divine realm.

Poseidon stood on the stone platform of Mount Neptune, the sea breeze blowing past her, making her robes flutter.

She remained silent for a long time, so long that the setting sun sank more than halfway into the sea, so long that the clouds on the horizon were tinged with a deep purple shadow.

She and Qian Daoliu were neither close nor strangers.

Between them lay the faith in the sea god and the angel god, the long years they had each lived through, and an unspoken boundary that had never been crossed.

But she remembered the way he looked when he stood at the foot of Poseidon Mountain, looking up at the Holy Steps.

At that time, he was already a level 99 Limit Douluo, and he still looked at her with that calm and focused gaze, as if he wanted to confirm something, but in the end he said nothing.

Poseidon slowly tightened his grip on the trident scepter, the cold touch of the scepter spreading from his palm along his meridians to his heart.

Qian Daoliu has also reached this point. She will walk the same path.

The successor to the Sea God has appeared, and Ariel is steadily advancing her divine trials in the secret realm, progressing faster than anyone anticipated.

When that day truly comes, she will, like Qian Daoliu, use her own life as fuel to light the gate to the divine realm.

Poseidon's lips twitched slightly, but the curve was so faint that it hardly looked like a smile; rather, it was more like a calm that had settled over the long years.

She thought of Tang Chen, of the way he stood on the coastline of Poseidon Island, and of his silent yet heavy eyes.

Qian Daoliu is gone, Tang Chen is nowhere to be found, but she is still standing here.

"You've come this far too," she said softly, her voice quickly carried away by the sea breeze, as if speaking to someone who could no longer hear her.

She didn't say anything more, but just stood there quietly, feeling the angelic power that was gradually stabilizing in the distance slowly settling between heaven and earth.

……

Fairy Tale Empire, Bright Moon City, Imperial Palace.

Eva stood by the window, her dark green dress fluttering gently in the night breeze. Her long hair was casually tied up with a silver hairpin, with a few stray strands falling around her ears.

She didn't look out the window; her gaze was fixed on the void in front of her, as if she were sensing something extremely distant.

Chapter 577 Beauty

Just now, a new divine aura came from the south, precisely touching the boundary of Eva's perception.

That power was pure and vast, carrying a sacred quality, like a lamp being lit in a very distant place.

Eva frowned slightly.

She could discern the source of that divine power; it was Qian Renxue.

Qian Renxue became the Angel God, the woman who had been lurking in the Heavenly Dou Imperial Palace for more than ten years, the one who had once cooperated with her and was once regarded as a pawn by her.

She thought Qian Renxue would need some more time to complete her divine test. After all, the difficulty of the divine test was well-known, and even with Qian Renxue's talent and accumulated experience, she shouldn't have been able to cross that threshold so quickly.

But the fact is, Qian Renxue did it.

Eva tapped her fingers lightly on the windowsill twice, a little slower than usual.

She quickly processed the impact of this new information in her mind: Qian Renxue's ascension to godhood meant that the high-end combat power structure of the Martial Soul Kingdom would undergo a fundamental change.

Having a living deity residing in Martial Soul City will elevate the overall deterrent power of the Martial Soul Theocracy to a whole new level.

Qian Renxue's support for Bibi Dong means that the Fairy Tale Empire will no longer face an opponent composed of ordinary titled Douluo, but a force possessing gods.

Eva's brow furrowed even more. She knew what kind of person Bibi Dong was; that woman's thirst for power was insatiable.

The fall of the Star Luo Empire and the disintegration of the Comprehensive Alliance only slowed her down temporarily, not made her give up on her ultimate goal.

Once Bibi Dong completes her divine test, she and Qian Renxue will become the most direct threat to the Fairy Tale Empire.