Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

After a moment of silence, Seahorse Douluo finally spoke: "High Priest, ten thousand years ago, the Deep Sea Demon Whale King had already fought against Lord Sea God. At that time, he was not yet a god, but he was already able to directly contend with Lord Sea God's will."

Now that he has become a god... if he chooses to attack Seagod Island at this time, are we capable of defending it with our current strength?

These words immediately sombered the atmosphere in the plaza. Every guardian present understood the weight of those words.

The battle ten thousand years ago was one of the records closest to "war" left by the Sea God on Sea God Island. Although the Deep Sea Demon Whale King was defeated, it also allowed the Sea God to confirm the foundation and resilience of that giant beast.

Now he has become a god, and the power he possesses is far greater than it was back then.

Poseidon did not answer immediately.

Her gaze fell on the golden trident scepter, and she was indeed seriously considering that possibility.

The old grudge between the Deep Sea Demon Whale King and the Sea God has not been truly resolved. His defeat and retreat back then have always been a thorn in his heart that has not been removed.

Chapter 582 Attack on Poseidon Island

Now that the Deep Sea Demon Whale King has become a god, if he wants to settle old scores, Poseidon Island is the direction he will inevitably point to.

Ariel's nine trials as the sea god are still ongoing; she has not yet completed all the trials and has not yet obtained her full divine status.

If the Deep Sea Demon Whale King attacks at this juncture...

Sea Witch Douluo took half a step forward, her voice more composed than before: "High Priest, does the Sea God have any instructions?"

Poseidon slowly shook her head. Her movement was light, yet carried a certainty as if an anchor had been set: "The Sea God has not yet issued a decree."

These words, spoken in the square, made the already tense atmosphere even more so.

The guardians of the sacred pillars exchanged glances. Some frowned slightly, while others lowered their eyes, as if using that moment of silence to process the information they had just received.

Seahorse Douluo spoke in a slightly lower voice than before: "Then we..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but everyone knew what he wanted to ask.

“Adapt to the situation.” Poseidon’s voice was steady, without any trace of hesitation or wavering.

"Lord Poseidon has his reasons. We just need to do what we're supposed to do, guard Poseidon Island, ensure the inheritance is not disturbed, and make accurate judgments when necessary."

She didn't say anything more, her gaze slowly sweeping across the faces of the seven guardians, with a look of confirmation: "You may all disperse. After returning, strengthen patrols and vigilance in your respective areas, and do not let your guard down."

The seven guardians responded in unison and turned to walk in their respective directions.

The sound of footsteps on the stone steps gradually faded away, until only the continuous low murmur of the sea breeze passing through the pillars remained.

Poseidon stood alone on the stone steps before the palace gates, watching the figures disappear one by one into the twilight. Her fingers tightened slightly around the trident scepter, then relaxed, before she turned and walked into the palace.

The air inside the Temple of Neptune was even calmer than outside.

The massive stone pillars stretch from the ground to the dome, their surfaces etched with patterns of interwoven waves and whirlpools, flowing slowly in the ethereal blue glow emanating from the deep-sea pearls embedded in the walls.

There was no wind, no sound, only a long-lasting stillness inside the hall, like a deep pool that had been repeatedly filled but never overflowed.

Poseidon stopped in front of the statue of Poseidon.

The statue was taller than any of the pillar guardians, its face obscured by light, yet its presence loomed before her like a mountain range.

The lines, repeatedly sculpted, polished, and reshaped, exhibit a precision in the deep blue light that is almost unattainable by ordinary creations.

Poseidon stopped three steps in front of the statue's base and gently rested his trident scepter against his side.

She did not bow to the statue as usual, but simply stood there with her eyes slightly lowered, like someone waiting for a response.

Her breathing was almost inaudible in the empty palace, and her heartbeat was slow and steady.

Poseidon remained silent for a long time, then spoke in a softer tone than before: "Lord Sea God, the Deep Sea Demon Whale King has become a god."

She paused for a moment after saying this, as if giving her words enough time to spread throughout the palace.

"He has chosen that the area covered by his aura is expanding, and the direction is not clear. If there is anything you need me to do, please issue your decree."

After Poseidon's voice faded, the palace returned to its long-lasting tranquility.

A deep blue light flowed silently through the patterns of the waves, like a river without beginning or end.

Poseidon did not urge them, but stood quietly in front of the statue, her gaze fixed on the face bathed in light.

She could sense that the connection between herself and the sea god was unobstructed; the power of the sea god's will was always there, like an underground river that would never run dry.

It just didn't flow to the surface that she needed to perceive.

In the divine realm beyond her perception, deep within that domain interwoven with clouds and light, an ancient palace entirely forged from azure divine stone floats suspended in the void.

The sea god sat on the throne that blended seamlessly with the entire temple, his long, sea-blue hair cascading over his shoulders, his handsome and majestic face slightly tense.

He had just sensed the aura of godhood rising from the depths of the Douluo Continent's sea.

That aura shared the same origin as his, both belonging to the ocean, both belonging to that vast realm covered by tides and waves.

But its attributes are completely different from his; the aura it contained was not the order, vastness, and protection represented by the sea god, but anger.

Pure, primal, and furious, like the ocean in its most violent form.

The sea god's hand slowly tightened on the armrest of the throne.

He could sense that the existence of the new god was stabilizing. That power was connected to his authority as the sea god at some underlying level. It was like a branch that had deviated from the main trunk but was still connected to it, redefining a boundary that they shared but had never been stated in its own way.

Although they belong to the ocean, they are not under his jurisdiction.

Poseidon could feel his brows slowly furrowing.

He had never been comfortable with this emotion called "anger," but at this moment, it was indeed slowly accumulating within him, like an undercurrent being blocked.

The deep-sea demon whale that fought him head-on ten thousand years ago has now entered the realm of existence at the same level as him.

Now, in an era of the Dragon God's return and the reorganization of the divine order, those rifts that have not yet been fully integrated are making way for things that should have been blocked by the rules.

The sea god's gaze pierced through layers of void, landing on the azure sea of ​​Douluo Continent.

He saw the expanding aura and sensed the state of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King. He had indeed become a god.

Moreover, his power was far more profound than that of an ordinary new god. The foundation he had accumulated over millions of years allowed him to stand at the peak of a second-level god the moment he stepped into the divine realm, only one step away from becoming a first-level god.

Poseidon could sense what the giant beast was plotting; that heavy, slowly forming will became increasingly clear in his perception.

But he cannot intervene directly.

The shock of the Dragon God's return has not yet subsided, and the rules of the divine realm are being readjusted. Those channels that once allowed gods to directly descend to the mortal realm to intervene in worldly affairs have now been largely tightened.

All he could do was convey the message he could to the high priest, who was still standing in front of the statue awaiting his command, through the channel of will of Poseidon Island.

Poseidon was silent for a moment, then raised his right hand, and a wisp of extremely concentrated blue light condensed at his fingertips.

The light paused for a moment between his fingers, then transformed into a thin stream of light that pierced through the void and fell towards the Douluo Continent.

The sea god will not proactively state that he cannot descend directly, nor will he issue any decrees that would cause panic among the gods of the sea god's island.

He would only let Poseidon know that she should urge Ariel to speed things up.

Inside the Temple of Poseidon, Poseidon was standing quietly in front of the statue when she suddenly sensed an extremely subtle ripple breaking the silence above the temple and landing precisely on the statue of Poseidon in front of her.

A faint halo appeared on the surface of the statue, which had been shrouded in a deep blue light, like ripples spreading across the surface of a still lake after a pebble has been thrown in. The halo was not dazzling, but it carried an undeniable certainty.

Poseidon's gaze lingered on the halo for a moment, then she bowed slightly: "I understand."

She straightened up, turned and walked towards the palace gate, her steps quickening slightly compared to when she arrived. Behind her, the halo above the sea god statue had returned to its slumber.

……

The light in the depths of the Deep Sea Demon Whale's domain is slowly fading.

The golden-blue luster covering its body had receded from the edges of its scales and re-condensed at the heart of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King, like a core that was slowly cooling down.

He could feel that the energy within his body that once belonged to soul power had now been completely transformed into a purer and more ancient form of existence.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King could sense that the rules of the divine realm were entering his consciousness along the passage he had just stepped into.

Some of those rules were clear, some were vague; some were directly related to the wrathful godhood he had just acquired, while others came from a deeper level and were universal rules applicable to the entire divine realm.

He remained silent for a moment, his gaze falling on the sea area covered by his aura. He had just obtained an important piece of information.

A first-level god can bring people into the divine realm, but a second-level god cannot.

His current divine rank is precisely between that of a second-level god and a first-level god.

This means that if he goes to the realm of gods in his current state, he will be unable to take Lan Fuzi or his wife with him.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King's strength is close to that of a first-level god, but the rules he has mastered and the wrath of the sea are not enough to help him cross that threshold.

It is too focused, too biased towards a single rule, and lacks the completeness and inclusiveness that would qualify it as a first-class god.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King hovered in the deep sea, contemplating how to elevate his divine status.

Two clear choices appeared in his mind, like a map unfolded before him, each path leading in a different direction.

The first path is to remain in the deep sea, waiting for one's wife and daughters to become gods, while slowly elevating one's own divine status.

This road is safe, but long.

The second path is to attack the island of the sea god, seize the sea god's authority, merge the two divine positions into one, and forcefully break through the barrier that lies between his divine positions.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King's gaze shifted back and forth between the two options before he made his choice.

He didn't plan to wait too long.

He has waited for far too many years, ever since he was defeated by the sea god ten thousand years ago.

He had waited for the day he would step into the realm of the gods, and he had no intention of waiting the same long years for another opportunity.

A figure was approaching him from not far away. The Queen of the Deep Sea Whale swam to his side, her massive body hovering alongside him.

The ocean currents parted and merged gently where she swam, and she looked down at the slowly settling specks of light: "You've become a god."

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King nodded. Lan Fuzi also swam over, her long, sea-blue hair gently swaying in the water, shimmering with tiny specks of light from the lingering aura of her recent ascension to godhood: "Father, how...are you feeling?"

She looked up at him, her light blue eyes showing an expression that suggested she had just experienced a tremendous shock and had not yet fully processed it.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King lowered his head to look at his daughter, a very subtle tenderness flashing across his eyes, which had stabilized into gold.

That softness was fleeting, like a bubble that occasionally rises to the surface of the deep sea and dissipates before it reaches the pressure layer.

When the Deep Sea Demon Whale King spoke, his voice was a few decibels lower than usual, yet it carried a sense of stability and steadiness as the seabed itself: "Father feels very good. So, you must also work hard."

Lan Fuzi listened, blinking her light blue eyes as if digesting the weight of those words.

She moved closer, her enormous body tracing a gentle arc in the deep sea, her voice carrying an unadorned innocence: "Then I will work hard too. When I become a god, I can be with my father."