Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

Some people, guided by believers, had already retreated towards Mount Poseidon, but before the giant waves arrived, their figures, along with the low stone houses, were swallowed up.

The waves surged, piled up, and overlapped, like a dark city wall being pushed up from all directions at the same time. Its height continued to rise, its width continued to expand, and its speed continued to accelerate.

Poseidon Island is disappearing amidst the raging tsunami unleashed by the Deep Sea Demon Whale King.

Those buildings that had been repeatedly rebuilt countless times were shattered, sunk, and washed away by the waves.

The beaches and reefs blessed by the sea god were gradually stripped of their surface by the repeated erosion of seawater and energy, revealing the underlying rock layers that had been soaked for countless millennia.

The streets that the residents of Poseidon Island had walked through repeatedly, the warehouses used to store goods and supplies, and the docks and piers built near the coastline were all submerged by seawater at the same time.

The entire island is like a sugar cube thrown into boiling water, dissolving in a slow and irreversible manner.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King hovered high in the sky, looking down at the churning seawater and the island whose outline was being completely erased, its gaze icy.

He watched as Poseidon Island was stripped of its outer shell, its internal organs removed, and its bones crushed layer by layer by his power, until it finally disappeared completely into the surging waves.

The soul masters on Seagod Island were nowhere to be seen, and the sea spirit beasts had scattered with the ocean currents.

As the waves gradually subsided and the scattered mud and pebbles began to settle again, there was nothing left on the sea surface where Poseidon Island was located.

All that remained was a turbid yet calm sea surface, churned up.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King took one last look at that area of ​​the sea, then turned and flew towards the Deep Sea Demon Whale Sea.

His figure drew an extremely long arc in the air, his speed far exceeding the movement limits of any living creature.

The distance between Poseidon Island and the Demon Whale Sea is but a fleeting moment in the face of his current speed.

When he re-diveed into the dark sea, the surrounding temperature, water pressure, and light returned to their familiar rhythm.

The Queen of the Deep Sea Demon Whale was hovering in the waters shrouded in a ghostly blue light. She saw the Deep Sea Demon Whale return, its massive body swimming forward a short distance, its golden eyes holding a silent question.

Lan Fuzi swam over from not far away, her light blue eyes filled with curiosity.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King stopped in front of them, his voice low and calm: "Seagod Island has disappeared."

The Deep Sea Demon Whale Queen's gaze shifted slightly, as if she had already anticipated the outcome: "Where is Poseidon?"

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King was silent for a moment, then his voice was a notch lower than before: "She escaped. She left before the defensive barrier shattered, taking with her the Sea God statue and the Sea God's heir."

The Queen of the Deep Sea Demon Whale did not press further. She simply looked into the Deep Sea Demon Whale King's golden eyes, which held a sharp edge that was barely suppressed. She saw that edge, and she also saw the force with which he suppressed it.

She leaned forward slightly: "You are now the goddess of the ocean. As long as she is still in this sea, you can find her through the ocean."

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King's pupils narrowed slightly, as if illuminated by something for a moment. He remained silent for two breaths, and then a hint of softening finally appeared on his cold and hard face.

“You’re right. As long as she’s still in this ocean, the ocean will tell me where she is.”

The Queen of the Deep Sea Whale nodded gently, saying nothing more, simply hovering quietly beside him, filling the silence with her presence.

Seeing that their conversation had ended, Lan Fuzi swam over and approached the Deep Sea Demon Whale King: "Father, did you defeat that high priest?"

“She escaped,” said the Deep Sea Demon Whale King, his voice softening slightly, “but she won’t be able to escape for long.”

Lan Fuzi nodded as if she understood, but she didn't pay much attention to the answer. She just moved closer and circled the Deep Sea Demon Whale King: "Seagod Island has disappeared, so will Father still go out?"

“Not for now.” The Deep Sea Demon Whale King lowered his head to look at her, his golden eyes swirling with a gentleness that only a father could possess. “Father will stay here and accompany you for a while.”

Lan Fuzi's eyes lit up immediately. She happily swung her tail fin, her long, sea-blue hair drawing a smooth arc in the water: "That's great!"

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King looked at his daughter's joyful appearance and didn't say much, just letting her circle around him.

Chapter 589 Two Gods

Lan Fuzi's laughter echoed in the deep sea like the sound of bells enveloped by the currents of water. She spun around and chattered away.

She said she recently discovered a new coral reef in the Devil Whale Sea, and that there were many bioluminescent jellyfish there that she had never seen before. She said she wanted to go back and see how they glowed at night.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King listened, occasionally nodding and occasionally responding with a soft "hmm".

His gaze fell on Lan Fuzi, watching her swimming figure in the water, and looking at her eyes that were reflected in the deep blue light of the seabed, giving them a pale golden glow.

But his senses didn't really linger on her.

While he was talking to Lan Fuzi, his spiritual power was spreading in all directions in an extremely secretive way.

That spiritual power was not ostentatious, nor did it carry any energy fluctuations that could be detected. It was like an invisible ink slowly injected into the seawater, spreading along every current, every water temperature boundary, and every path of water stirred up by schools of fish, reaching every corner of the entire ocean.

The power of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King is the wrath of the sea, but wrath is only the surface of his power.

Beneath that divine throne shrouded in rage lies something far more fundamental.

The ocean itself.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King's perception and connection with the ocean are much deeper than he initially anticipated when he first entered the realm of gods.

He could feel himself connecting with every inch of the sea in this area. The undercurrents and eddies that he used to have to repeatedly confirm to perceive were now as clearly presented in his consciousness as the extension of his fingers.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King was not in a hurry to find Poseidon's whereabouts; he was simply sensing.

Feel the pulse of the ocean, feel the subtle changes in the seawater as it flows through different temperature layers, and feel the tiny eddies stirred up by schools of fish swimming in different sea areas.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King is waiting for the ocean to tell him Poseidon's location.

Lan Fuzi finally tired from swimming and stopped in front of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King, her light blue eyes sparkling: "Father, can you come with me to see that coral reef tomorrow?"

“Yes,” said the Deep Sea Demon Whale King.

Lan Fuzi happily flicked her tail fin, turned around and swam away into the distance: "Then I'll go tell my mother first!"

Her figure quickly blended into the distant sea shrouded in a dark blue light, like a fish carried away by the ocean current.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King watched her figure disappear from sight, then gently closed his eyes.

His consciousness sank into the deep sea. The information about the seawater flowing through his senses was like countless thin lines playing simultaneously, each conveying the state of the sea to him in its own way.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King searched for information that did not match his perception, traces that had been added to the seawater, and residual soul power that should not have existed in a specific location.

He searched for the mark left by Poseidon when she used the power of the sea god, a power attribute that was of the same origin as his but fundamentally different, like a glimmer of light in the darkness of the sea covered by his perception.

It took him about fifteen minutes to complete the first round of scanning.

Then he started the second round.

The second round was more detailed than the first. He no longer focused on the large-scale changes in water flow, but instead concentrated on the subtle, easily overlooked fluctuations.

Those fluctuations were exactly what he was looking for.

The remnants of Poseidon's power in space, a faint trace left after its use, like the last mark left on the surface of rock after being washed by water.

Just as the Deep Sea Demon Whale King was focused on tracking that trace, Poseidon was rapidly navigating through the undercurrents in a deep trench far from the Deep Sea Demon Whale's territory.

Her right hand still gripped the golden trident scepter, its light dimmed considerably, yet it still steadily emitted a faint golden glow, providing her and Ariel with final protection.

Ariel walked beside her, her fiery red hair flowing backward in the water. Her gaze would occasionally fall on Poseidon's profile, where she could see the suppressed weariness churning in his deep, ocean-like eyes.

Poseidon's speed suddenly slowed down.

Her body paused slightly, as if she had been tripped by something.

Then she suddenly stopped, her whole body suspended in the water, her right hand pressed against her chest, her brows furrowed tightly.

Ariel stopped as well and swam to her side: "High Priestess?"

Poseidon did not answer.

Her lips moved slightly, and then a stream of dark red blood oozed from the corner of her mouth.

The blood spread rapidly in the water, turning into a fine red thread that slowly drifted away in the dark sea.

Ariel's pupils contracted sharply: "High Priest!"

She swam quickly to Poseidon, reached out and held her arm, and could feel her body trembling slightly.

Poseidon raised the hand that wasn't holding the scepter, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and said in a low voice, "Seagod Island... has disappeared."

For a moment, Ariel didn't know how to respond.

She could feel her heart beating faster, and a subtle feeling was emerging in her senses.

Although she never truly considered Poseidon Island her home, she still felt a vague and inexplicable emptiness at that moment.

Poseidon Island has vanished. All the Sea Soul Masters and Soul Masters who lived with her, all the faces whose names she hadn't yet memorized, all the streets and paths she hadn't yet fully explored—they're all gone.

Poseidon's body swayed again.

Her right knee bent slightly, as if something had pulled a support point away from her from the inside. Her whole body was pushed to the side by half an inch by the undercurrent, and then she regained her balance through her own willpower.

Ariel could feel the tremor spreading from her shoulder to her wrist as she held her arm with her fingers, as if a taut string was vibrating inside her.

"High Priest, you are badly injured." Ariel's voice was low, but she could feel the urgency in it that even she herself could not completely suppress.

Poseidon did not deny it.

She could feel the power within her that had once been closely connected to Poseidon Island breaking, dissipating, and falling silent in a way that she could not stop.

The connections that had been built up over millennia in the power of faith on Poseidon Island have now crumbled along with the island's disappearance.

Her connection with Poseidon Island, accumulated over thousands of years, has long been ingrained in her very being.

Now that Poseidon Island has sunk, the connection that had long been rooted in her body has been forcibly torn apart, and the backlash is like an anchor rope that has been suddenly snapped, exploding a fine crack deep in her meridians.

Poseidon felt the wound inside her body slowly bleeding, and could feel the soul power seeping from the edge of the wound flowing out along her meridians in a way that she could not fully control.

She was silent for a moment, then slowly straightened up: "I'm fine."

Ariel did not expose her.

She withdrew her hand from Poseidon's arm, then slightly raised her right palm, palm up, and a warm, sea-blue light shone from her palm.

The light was not dazzling, but rather carried a warm, gentle quality, like that of a shallow sea area bathed in sunlight.

"Don't move," Ariel said.

She gently placed her palms on Poseidon's back between his shoulder blades.

The azure light spread outwards along Poseidon's back the moment it made contact, like a thin veil soaked in warm water, covering the slowly bleeding wound inside her body.

Poseidon's body stiffened slightly for a moment, then relaxed.

She felt the warmth seeping into her body, slowly flowing, soaking, and filling along the slightly wrinkled edges of the torn veins.

Although the crack has not been completely healed, the feeling of continuous loss is being slowly reduced.

Poseidon's breathing calmed down a bit. She glanced at Ariel but didn't say anything more.