Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

The Seventh Elder did not respond immediately. His gaze fell on the message brought back by the foreign affairs elder, and he quickly sorted out the cause and effect in his mind.

He was not aware of the specific details of the conflict between Tang Hao and Ge Duo before, but judging from the description of the Foreign Affairs Elder, Ge Duo's statement that she "remembered it very clearly" was obviously not a casual excuse.

Given Tang Hao's past behavior, his choice to forcibly seize the item when he clashed with a Title Douluo in Sunset Forest was entirely in line with his character.

But Godot is clearly not the kind of person who would easily forget being offended.

The Seventh Elder let out a soft breath: "Let's put this matter aside for now. Since her attitude is clear, forcing things forward in the short term will only make the relationship more strained."

The Fifth Elder wanted to say something more, but seeing the Seventh Elder's expression that indicated he had already made a decision, he ultimately swallowed his words.

In the distant depths of the ocean, a change far more dramatic than that on land is unfolding.

Chapter 581 The Wrath of the Sea

The Deep Sea Demon Whale Sea is located at the confluence of the deepest trenches on the edge of the continental shelf. The seawater there has a deep blue color that is completely different from that of the shallow sea, like an ancient liquid that has been repeatedly settled over countless eras.

The water pressure here is enough to press an ordinary iron block into a thin sheet, and the water temperature remains at a constant low temperature close to freezing point all year round.

The ocean currents here become slow and steady, like the steady breathing of a sleeping giant.

But on this day, all the constant changes were shattered at the same moment.

The first area to change was the central area of ​​the Deep Sea Demon Whale Sea, which was occupied by the Deep Sea Demon Whale King.

The seawater there began to surge erratically. The ocean currents, which originally flowed with a fixed rhythm, were cut and churned by layers of turbulent currents, turning into countless intertwined eddies that collided with each other in all directions.

The deep-sea fish living on the edge of this area began to scatter towards the outer edges as soon as the eddy appeared, their instincts sensing a danger far beyond their comprehension awakening in the depths.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely heavy heartbeat pierced through the layers of water curtain, like a giant drum being repeatedly struck, causing the seawater within a hundred miles to tremble slightly.

The first heartbeat is followed by the second, and then the third is even shorter than the first two, each one clearer and stronger than the last.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King hovered in the very center of that sea area, its enormous body resembling a mountain range buried deep underwater, the edges of the blue scales covering its body shimmering with a pale golden luster.

The luster initially flowed slowly along the edges of the scales, like sand grains moved by the wind in a crack in a rock. Then, its speed gradually increased, spreading from the edges to the center of the scales, dyeing one scale after another from deep blue to a transitional color of interwoven gold and blue.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King could feel the power that had been accumulated within him for countless years rearranging itself in a way he had never experienced before. The soul power that had been repeatedly refined but had never truly found an outlet was now surging along a new path.

Those were not the meridian routes he was familiar with, but rather channels that had previously been sealed, suppressed, and bound by layers of rules.

During those long years, he tried countless times to break through those seals, but each time he was bounced back to his original position by that invisible barrier, like a broken wave pushed back to the shore by the rising tide.

Now those barriers are crumbling layer by layer, and he can feel himself touching a realm that is higher and deeper than that of a million-year-old soul beast.

There was a pure will, like the sea itself breathing, that was penetrating his blood and scales, slowly reaching the depths of his soul.

He opened his eyes.

The moment those eyes opened, they were completely dyed gold, like two ignited stars sinking into the deep sea, reflecting two sharp beams of light like sword blades in the dark water.

He sensed that his connection with the entire Deep Sea Demon Whale Sea was changing. It was no longer the subordinate relationship he had built up over the long years through accumulation and pressure, but a more deep-rooted and irreversible fusion.

The seawater, the ocean currents, and the tiny particles floating in the seawater all slowly rotated around him, like an invisible star absorbing everything around it.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King opened its massive jaws and let out a silent roar.

The sound did not travel through air or seawater, but spread directly along some deeper channel, penetrating the boundary of the Deep Sea Demon Whale's domain and rippling into the far reaches of the deep sea.

Wherever that silent roar passed, the scattering deep-sea fish stopped all their movements at the same moment, hovering motionless in the water, as if something had pressed the pause button simultaneously.

In the more distant seas, the sea spirit beasts that were active in their respective territories raised their heads almost at the same moment, their gazes turning in the same direction.

That aura is establishing its territory in its own way, not through declaration or demonstration, but through its very existence, like a volcano that has been dormant for thousands of years finally finding its breathing rhythm again after a long period of time.

The golden-blue light surrounding the Deep Sea Demon Whale King reached its peak at this moment. The light rose from the surface of his scales, like a layer of ignited mist, spreading in all directions around him.

He sensed it.

That divine position, that realm that had never been touched by any other being and that carried the primal will of the ocean itself, was opening up to him.

He just needs to take one last step forward.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King did not hesitate.

He mobilized all the surging power within him, channeling his accumulated soul power, willpower, and the anger and resentment that had settled over the years into the door that was opening to him.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King felt the tactile sensation from the shaking of the door. The power was embracing him at a speed exceeding his expectations, like a sluice gate that had been waiting for too long finally receiving enough water pressure.

Then he stepped over it.

In that instant, the seawater in the entire Deep Sea Whale Sea surged upwards, as if an invisible hand had lifted it up from the depths of the seabed for a moment.

The fleeing fish were frozen in place at the same moment, and the powerful sea spirit beasts in the distance felt a tremor coming from the deepest part of the abyss, as if something was gently moving a stone at the very foundation of the world.

Within the Deep Sea Demon Whale King, a completely new power is replacing the soul power structure he has been familiar with for tens of thousands of years. It is not being replaced, but rather being covered, upgraded, and redefined as a higher level of existence.

He felt that his connection with the sea had been completely changed; things that once required long journeys and perception to reach were now within his conscious reach.

He only needed to touch them lightly, and the seawater would surge in the direction he indicated, just as the sea would respond wherever his gaze fell.

The golden-blue light surrounding the Deep Sea Demon Whale King began to slowly recede, fading from the surface of its scales and condensing at its heart, like a star slowly cooling down.

He felt that the power within his body had stabilized; it no longer surged violently as it had at the beginning, but began to flow through his meridians at a more steady rhythm.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King could sense that the range of his aura was expanding beyond his control, like a dandelion seed blown by the wind, silently falling into that vast sea area and bringing it into his perception.

He became a god.

He transformed from the deep-sea demon whale king into the wrathful god of the sea.

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On Poseidon Island, the arrival of that divine aura was like a silent tsunami, penetrating through the layers of barriers surrounding the island in a very short time and precisely reaching the hearts of every being with sufficient perception.

The first to sense it was Seahorse Douluo.

He was standing in the seawater below the Seahorse Pillar, his hands clasped together on the edge of the pillar's base, feeling the intense fluctuations coming from a great distance.

His brows furrowed suddenly, and he turned around abruptly, his gaze fixed on the southern horizon. A rare and complex expression appeared on his usually composed face.

Seahorse Douluo recognized the source of that aura. It was the Deep Sea Demon Whale King.

He had sensed the oppressive aura of that being countless times while patrolling the seas, but he never dared to approach it.

The depth and complexity of that aura he was experiencing now were unlike anything he had ever perceived from that being before.

The aura carried a weighty feeling, as ancient as the ocean itself.

Sea Witch Douluo stood atop the tallest tower in Sea Witch City, her long, sea-blue hair swaying gently in the sea breeze, her warm, pearl-like eyes gazing in the same direction.

She gripped the staff tightly, her fingertips gently tracing the patterns on its surface.

She was closer to the Deep Sea Demon Whale King than to the Seahorse Douluo, since her responsibilities covered the outer perimeter of that sea area.

She had sensed the presence of that being from afar countless times, but never before had she so clearly confirmed the nature of its power.

The Sea Witch Douluo's lips twitched slightly.

In the ancient temple atop Poseidon Mountain, Poseidon stood before the enormous stone window, her long, azure hair swaying gently in the sea breeze that swept through the hall.

She still held the golden trident scepter in her hand, but gripped it slightly tighter than usual.

She had already sensed the arrival of that divine aura, earlier than anyone else, and felt the ancient quality contained within that power more clearly than anyone else.

That was not any kind of divine position she knew, but a completely new divine position that had never been recorded in any ancient texts.

It is pure, direct, and carries an almost primal will of the sea.

Poseidon's gaze fell on the southern sea, which was gradually being tinged with twilight, and he remained silent for a long time.

From the light deep within the palace, an extremely subtle ripple spread outwards like a pebble thrown into a still lake, precisely piercing through the various barriers of Poseidon Island and reaching the location of the Seven Sacred Pillars.

The moment Seahorse Douluo sensed the fluctuation, he raised his head towards the direction of Seagod Mountain.

Sea Witch Douluo has turned and walked down the tower, preparing to head to the Sea God Temple to gather.

The other guardians of the sacred pillars also dropped what they were doing at almost the same time and rushed toward Mount Poseidon as fast as they could.

Poseidon stood in the temple atop Mount Poseidon, awaiting their arrival.

Her gaze remained fixed on the now calm sea, but her thoughts drifted to a place far beyond her sight.

A new god was born.

A wrathful god born of the ocean itself, imbued with an ancient will.

As an extension of the will of the sea god, Poseidon Island cannot ignore the territory that this new entity has defined in this sea area.

She needed to ascertain the new god's attitude and also needed to prepare the guardians of the Seven Pillars.

At the foot of Poseidon Mountain, the first figure emerged from the woods.

On the distant sea, a silver-white figure was breaking through the waves at an extremely fast speed toward Poseidon Island.

The figure was like a drawn blade, leaving a long, thin white trail on the twilight sea.

Xiao Bai also sensed the arrival of that divine aura. She was rushing back to Seagod Island at her fastest speed.

As the seven figures gathered in the plaza in front of the Temple of Poseidon, dusk was slowly settling at the horizon.

Poseidon stood on the stone steps in front of the temple, her long, sea-blue hair gleaming with a dark luster in the twilight.

Her gaze slowly swept across the faces of the seven pillar guardians, then she paused slightly with the golden trident scepter in her hand.

The staff made a dull, soft sound when it touched the stone surface, like some kind of signal.

"You all felt it," she said, her voice not loud, but clearly carrying throughout the entire square.

Seahorse Douluo nodded first: "The aura of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King has completely changed. He has stepped into a new level."

The Sea Witch Douluo stood beside him, her voice a few decibels lower than usual: "That's no longer within the realm of soul beasts. He's become a god."

The square fell silent for a moment.

Sea Star Douluo, Sea Spear Douluo, and Sea Dragon Douluo each expressed their views, and each guardian was confirming the same fact in their own way.

"And that divine position..." Sea Star Douluo hesitated slightly as he spoke.

“The Wrathful God of the Sea.” Poseidon uttered the name for her, her voice steady, yet it caused every guardian present to frown slightly.

This is a divine position that has never appeared in any classic texts or traditions.

Neptune is order, the tides, and the vast expanse of the sea illuminated by sunlight.

The god of the sea's wrath, however, is entirely different. His divine authority is related to the wrath of the ocean itself, to the giant waves that can destroy coastlines, and to the tsunamis that sweep everything up in the storm.