Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King's gaze pierced through the ever-expanding dark domain, landing precisely on Poseidon, like two swords ignited simultaneously. His voice rang out again: "It's over."

Poseidon did not respond.

She continued to wave her trident scepter, golden light rising upwards along the scepter.

She could sense that the soul power being suppressed by the domain of anger was like a spring that had been compressed to the bottom, accumulating the power to rebound.

She poured all her power into the scepter and then took a step forward.

That step wasn't big, but it carried an irreversible resolve.

The scepter was swung.

The third move is gone forever.

A god-tier single-target attack. It concentrates all of the caster's soul power into a single point to maximize piercing damage to a single target.

A golden beam of light shot out from the tip of the trident, moving at such a speed that its trajectory could not be tracked with the naked eye.

The beam of light was not thick, only about the thickness of an arm, yet it carried a penetrating quality that was almost indestructible.

The seawater along the way parted on its own the moment it came into contact with the golden beam of light, as if making way for the passage of this power.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King stood still, watching the golden beam of light rapidly approaching. He did not retreat; his golden eyes reflected the ever-approaching light, yet he showed no sign of flinching.

Then he moved.

He raised his right hand, fingers together, and made a vague gesture forward.

A deep blue curtain of water rose out of thin air from the sea, like a barrier that had been pulled open.

But the water curtain was pierced through the golden beam the instant it came into contact with it, like a thin sheet of paper pierced by a needle.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King's expression remained unchanged.

At the same moment, the sea beneath his feet exploded, and countless waterspouts rose from the depths of the sea, like giant pillars that were ignited simultaneously, spreading outwards in all directions from him.

Each of those waterspouts was several meters thick, its entire body shimmering with a dark blue light, constantly rotating, accelerating, and condensing as it rose.

Dozens of waterspouts simultaneously swarmed towards the golden beam of light.

The first waterspout collided with the beam of light, exploding into a cloud of mist.

The second one followed closely behind and was also pierced.

The third, fourth, and fifth layers shattered one after another.

The speed of the golden beam was indeed affected; its trajectory began to deviate slightly under the impact of the waterspout, and its forward rhythm was disrupted with each collision.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King stood in the center of those waterspouts, watching the golden beam of light that was being constantly slowed down and deflected, without adding any more waterspouts.

He's seen enough.

Chapter 587 Breakthrough and Escape

The golden beam finally stopped as it pierced through the seventeenth waterspout.

It hovered a few feet away from the Deep Sea Demon Whale King, and the light on its surface was dimming at a visible speed, like an arrow about to burn out.

Then the golden beam shattered, turning into tiny specks of light that silently dissipated in the sea breeze.

Poseidon's arms hung down slightly.

Gone forever, her strongest single-target attack could no longer reach the Deep Sea Demon Whale King's body.

The golden beam of light shattered completely a few feet away from the Deep Sea Demon Whale King, turning into countless tiny specks of light like grains of sand scattered by the wind, and disappearing silently in the sea breeze.

Poseidon's arms hung slightly at her sides, and she could feel the soul power within her body, which had been repeatedly compressed and drawn away, draining away at a rate she could not stop.

She stood there, her long, sea-blue hair swaying gently in the wind, her fingers gripping the trident scepter slightly white from the force.

Her gaze fell upon the Deep Sea Demon Whale King, looking at the raging aura surrounding him that surged endlessly like an inky waterfall, at the entire sea beneath his feet that was tilting towards him, and at his cold golden eyes.

Poseidon knew she had no chance of winning.

Her strongest single-target attack was intercepted, consumed, and ultimately completely disintegrated by dozens of water tornadoes, not even having the chance to touch the hem of her opponent's clothes.

The power of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King remained abundant. The surging waves, the expanding domain of anger, and the army of sea spirit beasts approaching her were like a dark torrent rising from the deep sea, crushing towards Seagod Island with unstoppable momentum.

In that instant, countless thoughts surged through Poseidon's mind, like a painting being simultaneously ignited, each frame flashing through her senses at an incredible speed.

For thousands of years, Poseidon Island has never been conquered. The power of the sea god is like an eternal lighthouse, illuminating every corner of this sea.

But now the lamp is dimming, and she no longer has enough fuel to reignite it.

She thought of the inhabitants of Poseidon Island, the believers who prayed day after day on the steps of Poseidon Mountain, the children who were baptized at the Altar of Pillars, and the old men who mended fishing nets on the coastline.

Many of them had never left the island since birth; their lives were inextricably linked to the sea, air, and sand of Poseidon Island. But now, those familiar faces were about to turn to ashes in the flames of war, and she was powerless to stop it.

Poseidon's fingers slowly tightened on the trident staff, and she could feel the warmth flowing away from her fingertips, like life itself being drained away.

She knew that the destruction of Poseidon Island was inevitable.

In this situation, Poseidon knew that the only thing he could do was to salvage what was irretrievable from the impending torrent.

She must protect the Sea God's heir and prevent Ariel from falling into the hands of the Deep Sea Whale King.

Only if the successor of the Sea God survives will Sea God Island have a chance to reappear.

If the successor to the Sea God is gone, it's unknown how many years it will take for the next successor to appear.

By then, the faith power accumulated on Poseidon Island over millennia will have dissipated, and those forgotten prayers and rituals will no longer have a vessel to hold them.

Poseidon took a deep breath.

She raised her head, her gaze falling on the Deep Sea Demon Whale King, and then she moved.

She raised the trident high above her head, its tip pointing straight to the sky.

As she raised her hand, an invisible force tore a hole in the clouds above Poseidon Island at the same moment, revealing the azure dome illuminated by sunlight.

Immediately afterwards, the power of faith that had been repeatedly refined, accumulated, and honed over the long years was converging on her in an unprecedented way.

Those powers came from every corner of Poseidon Island: the daily prayers of believers, the divine power accumulated by the seven sacred pillars over the long years, and the ancient prayers inscribed on the base of the statue and the surface of the sacred pillars, touched repeatedly by countless hands. Like a river ignited at the same time, they flowed along an invisible channel toward her scepter.

A golden beam of light rose from Poseidon's body, piercing the sky.

The light was intense and pure, as if it had dyed the entire sky into a flowing golden ocean.

Countless tiny specks of light drifted outwards from the edge of the pillar of light, like an inverted shower of stars, falling on the soul masters stationed throughout Seagod Island, on the eyes of the residents looking up in the streets, and on the shoulders of the guardians maintaining the barrier in front of the Holy Pillar Platform.

The moment those forces of faith came into contact with the blue-gold defensive barrier surrounding Poseidon Island, they began to surge into the patterns on the barrier's surface at an extremely rapid speed.

They began to relight the patterns that had become dim due to the prolonged attacks from the Deep Sea Demon Whale King, making them solid and substantial again.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King frowned slightly.

He saw the rising golden pillar of light and sensed the power that Poseidon was injecting into the defensive barrier. That damned shell was being reinforced, like a turtle shrinking back into its shell, using its last bit of strength to protect itself.

But the Deep Sea Demon Whale King didn't pay much attention.

In his view, this was nothing more than Poseidon's last desperate struggle; she was merely using her last strength to delay the inevitable end.

While the Deep Sea Demon Whale King was pondering these things, Poseidon had already disappeared from the highest reef.

She appeared in the Temple of Poseidon atop Mount Poseidon.

The air inside the palace was even calmer than outside. The deep-sea pearls embedded in the walls still emitted a faint blue glow, as if the entire palace was still immersed in its own rhythm of breathing.

Without pausing, Poseidon strode through the row of neat stone pillars in the hall and stopped in front of the enormous statue of the sea god.

Then she raised her hand and placed her palm on the surface of the statue. The moment her palm touched the stone, it emitted an extremely faint buzzing sound.

The next moment, a deep tremor came from inside the statue. With the appearance of that tremor, the surface of the sea god statue, which had stood for countless millennia, began to ripple with a golden light like flowing water.

The light rose from the base of the statue, spreading upwards along the textures that had been repeatedly carved countless times, enveloping the entire statue in a warm and bright halo.

Then, the tall statue slowly shrank in a soft light.

The light flowed continuously across the surface of the statue, gradually compressing it from a colossal object tens of meters tall into a miniature model the size of a palm.

As the last ray of light completely faded, a golden statue, shaped like a miniature version of a sea god, quietly floated above Poseidon's palm.

Afterwards, Poseidon put it into his storage soul tool.

With the disappearance of the Poseidon statue, the ever-flowing Poseidon power above the entire Poseidon Mountain instantly decreased by more than half.

The energy that once filled the air and flowed as smoothly as breathing, like a river whose source had been suddenly cut off, began to slowly and silently dissipate from its edge.

After the statue disappeared, Poseidon wasted no time sensing the changes around her. She raised her trident and infused her will into the dissipating power of the sea god.

The blue light that was originally scattering and drifting away began to re-condense, turn, and converge after coming into contact with her will, like a river that had been redirected, surging from all directions towards the blue-gold defensive barrier surrounding Poseidon Island, making it thicker and more stable.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King sensed the change in the barrier. He narrowed his eyes slightly, but he was neither anxious nor impatient.

In his view, Poseidon was merely stalling for time. She was hiding on the summit of Poseidon Mountain, mobilizing her already limited power to repair the barrier that he had already consumed most of, but she dared not step out of that shell again.

How long did she think she could hold out?

No matter how thick that barrier was, it couldn't withstand repeated attacks from the gods.

He resumed his attack.

A deep blue waterspout rose from the sea surface once more, crashing into the barrier with an even more intense frequency than before.

Golden arcs of electricity spread across the surface of the barrier, like a ignited flame silently licking its edges.

Each impact leaves a fine crack on the surface of the barrier, and those cracks are slowly deepening at a visible rate under his continuous attacks.

Inside the Temple of Poseidon, Ariel stood in a corner, her fiery red hair shimmering slightly in the dim blue light of the temple.

She watched Poseidon's figure, her blue eyes swirling with extremely complex emotions.

Since the Deep Sea Demon Whale King attacked, Poseidon had her stay in the Temple of the Sea God.

She didn't know what was happening outside, but she could feel the heavy sensation coming from afar, like the seabed itself trembling, and she could also feel the soul power that was draining from Poseidon's body.

Poseidon turned around, her gaze falling on Ariel. She walked over, stopped in front of Ariel, and then reached out and took Ariel's wrist.

"How is it?" Ariel asked softly.

Poseidon did not answer her question.

She simply gripped Ariel's wrist, gathered the power of the sea god in her palm, and then used the power of the sea god to conceal herself, instantly disappearing from the island of the sea god with Ariel.

A blue light enveloped them as they sped through the deep sea, like an elongated ray of light tracing a straight path through the water.