Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

Her posture was upright, her back straight, just like the figure standing on the reef on Poseidon Island wielding a trident.

But Eva could tell that the high priest, who had lived for countless years, was currently in a state of exhaustion, barely managing to stay afloat.

Although her aura remained deep and heavy, there was a subtle fluctuation at the edges, a sign that her power had not yet fully recovered.

Poseidon didn't beat around the bush; her voice was steady and clear as she spoke: "Poseidon Island no longer exists."

Eva's hand holding the teacup didn't move, but her eyebrows lifted slightly.

She had anticipated that Poseidon's visit might be related to Poseidon Island, but she hadn't expected such an opening.

Poseidon continued speaking.

She recounted in an almost deliberately calm tone the events of how the Deep Sea Demon Whale King, after becoming a god, rallied an army of sea spirit beasts to attack Seagod Island.

From how the defensive barrier was gradually worn down, to how she used the Thirteen Forms of Poseidon to fight against it, and finally to her escape with the Poseidon statue and Ariel, every step was laid out in extremely concise language.

Ariel sat quietly a little behind Poseidon, her fiery red hair falling over her shoulders, her light blue eyes lowered, making her expression unreadable.

But her fingers gently gripped the edge of her skirt, not too hard, yet she never let go.

After listening, Eva remained silent for a moment before speaking: "So, the Deep Sea Demon Whale King is now tracking your whereabouts through the ocean."

“Yes.” Poseidon did not deny it. “I used the power of the sea god to temporarily conceal my aura, but that concealment will not last long. After becoming a god, the Deep Sea Demon Whale King’s control over the ocean has transcended the realm of mortals.”

She paused slightly at this point, as if organizing her next words.

Then Poseidon raised his head and looked directly at Eva. His eyes, as deep as the ocean, were filled with extremely complex emotions: sincerity, certainty, and a resolute determination, like an anchor settling into the ground.

"I have come here to ask for your protection so that Ariel may complete the final trial of the Nine Trials of the Sea God under your guidance. She has reached the final step and only needs a safe enough place and enough time to formally inherit the Sea God's position."

Eva's fingers gently traced the rim of the teacup. Although she was prepared to protect Ariel, she did not respond immediately.

Eva could sense the undisguised urgency in Poseidon's words, and she could also perceive that the slowly pulsating power of the sea god within Ariel was indeed approaching a state of perfection.

She knew Poseidon was telling the truth; Ariel was indeed only one step away from becoming the sea goddess.

But Eva also knew that Poseidon wouldn't ask her for nothing.

Having lived on Poseidon Island for ten thousand years, this being understands the rules of exchange in this world better than anyone else.

As expected, Poseidon didn't pause long after making his request before speaking again: "I know the weight of this request. You are a god and the ruler of an empire, and you wouldn't take such a risk without a reason. So I have prepared a corresponding reward."

She raised her hand and took out six soul bones of different sizes and shapes from her storage soul tool. The soul bones gleamed with a warm and restrained blue luster in the afternoon sunlight, and each of them had fine energy patterns flowing across its surface.

A soul bone that is 100,000 years old.

Eva's gaze slowly swept over the six soul bones, and she could clearly sense the immense energy contained within them.

Those energies are not the violent or flamboyant type, but a kind of profound and pure quality that has been repeatedly tempered over a long period of time, with each piece carrying a calm and steady texture that matches its age.

The deep sea is far more vast than the land, and because it is difficult for humans to reach, the number of 100,000-year-old soul beasts there far exceeds that on land.

Poseidon Island has ruled the sea for tens of thousands of years, accumulating far more soul bones over 100,000 years than any other force on land.

These six soul bones are only a part of it.

Even so, their value on land is still enough to drive any Soul Master or sect crazy.

Eva's eyebrows twitched slightly.

Ten thousand-year-old soul bones are extremely rare treasures throughout the entire Douluo Continent. Any one of them would be the focus of competition among major forces. Poseidon offered six of them at once, which shows her great sincerity.

But Poseidon's actions were not over yet.

She took out a second item from her storage soul tool. It was a stack of drawings and manuscripts carefully preserved in a specially made jade box. Each sheet of paper had been repeatedly rubbed, giving it a warm, pale yellow sheen. The edges were slightly curled, bearing the natural marks that would appear after repeated handling.

“This is the soul tool technology collected by Poseidon Island over the past ten thousand years.” Poseidon placed the jade box on the table and gently pushed it toward Eva.

"The Soul Guidance Civilization once shone brightly on the Douluo Continent. Although it has lost most of its former glory, the Seagod Island has inherited its traditions for ten thousand years without interruption. These technologies are the collections of the Seagod Island over the years."

Eva's gaze fell on the stack of drawings, her fingertips gently brushing the edge of the jade box, feeling the subtle textures left on the papers after so many years.

Soul tool technology has long been a lost concept in the Douluo Continent.

Nowadays, most soul tools on the mainland are only used in a rudimentary way, and the forces that have truly mastered the complete soul tool technology system have almost disappeared.

Because of its isolation from the world, Poseidon Island has preserved knowledge and crafts that had long been forgotten.

Six 100,000-year-old soul bones plus a complete set of soul tool technology—this sincerity has exceeded Eva's initial expectations.

She had even begun to quickly calculate the application prospects of these technologies in her mind: the military system of the Fairy Tale Empire, the reinforcement of city defenses, and the promotion of civilian soul guides. Each of these had formed a preliminary outline in her mind.

Eva snapped out of her thoughts and looked at Poseidon's face, which had been repeatedly etched by time and hardship. "I grant your request."

Poseidon's shoulder line relaxed slightly for a moment, a very subtle movement that would have been almost imperceptible had Eva's gaze not been fixed on her.

“From this day forward, Ariel may remain in Moonlight City and continue her Nine Trials of the Sea God as a distinguished guest of my Fairy Tale Empire. I will provide her with a quiet and safe place to ensure that she is not disturbed by any outside influence.”

Eva smiled as she spoke, "As for you, High Priest Poseidon, now that Seagod Island is gone, you no longer need to consider it your home. My city is large enough."

Poseidon did not respond immediately. She lowered her eyes slightly, as if she was processing the weight of that promise in her own way.

After a moment, she raised her head, her voice more composed than before: "I thank Your Majesty on behalf of Ariel."

Eva waved her hand, no longer pursuing the topic. She summoned a servant and instructed, "Take them to that vacant villa in the east of the city and settle them in. Provide them with everything they need, according to the highest standards. During Miss Ariel's stay in Brightmoon City, no one is to disturb her or approach that villa without permission. If anyone asks, just say it was my arrangement."

The attendant accepted the order and left.

Poseidon rose, bowed to Eva again, and then, accompanied by Ariel and her attendants, left the government hall.

The palace doors closed behind them.

Eva sat back down in the main seat, her gaze falling on the six 100,000-year-old soul bones and the jade box containing the soul tool blueprints on the table. She remained silent for a moment, then smiled softly.

The smile was faint, yet it carried the composure and satisfaction of a hunter tallying his spoils.

……

Meanwhile, in the distant Papal Palace of Wuhun City, the atmosphere was completely different.

Bibi Dong sat on the throne that symbolized the supreme power of the Spirit Empire, with an urgent intelligence report from the northern border spread out in front of her.

The intelligence report contained few words, but each line was like a fine needle, precisely piercing her most sensitive nerve at that moment.

Eva has become a goddess.

On the same day, at the same moment her Rakshasa Godhood was secured, a beautiful ray of light that rose from the direction of Bright Moon City also pierced through the vast sky and reached the sky above Martial Soul City.

Bibi Dong's gaze lingered on that line of text for a long time, so long that her fingertips repeatedly rubbed a faint mark on the edge of the paper.

That woman, the woman who once played the role of a virtuous queen in the Heavenly Dou Imperial Palace and manipulated events on the frozen lands of the North, she has actually become a god.

Bibi Dong slowly put down the intelligence report, leaned back in her chair, and narrowed her purple eyes slightly. Her fingertips tapped lightly on the armrest, the rhythm much slower than usual, as if she were using that time to reassess the situation on the chessboard.

There is a god in the fairy tale empire.

There are two members in the Martial Soul Sect: her and Qian Renxue.

Chapter 593 The Vanished Fishbone Cave

The numerical advantage certainly exists, but Bibi Dong knows better than anyone that there is a major variable at play.

A thousand feet of snow.

Bibi Dong's fingertips paused for a moment on the armrest.

The woman who inherited the position of angel remained deep within the temple after completing her divine trials. Apart from the golden light barrier used to block the resentment that emanated from her when she became a god, she never stepped out of the temple again.

She does not participate in political affairs, does not interfere in military affairs, and does not make any statements related to the interests of the Martial Soul Church. She is like a sword that is sheathed but has never been drawn.

Bibi Dong was unsure whether Qian Renxue would become an enemy of Eva for the sake of the Spirit Hall.

That woman's thoughts were always hard to fathom. She had been silent for so long that even Bibi Dong couldn't read any clear intentions from her calm face.

In fact, Qian Renxue and Eva have a child together: Snow White.

Bibi Dong's brow furrowed slightly. The thought came abruptly, yet she couldn't easily dismiss it. Eva was Snow White's mother; that was an unbreakable blood bond.

Qian Renxue is also Bai Xue's relative.

The bond between the two gods was soft yet resilient, like a loosely stretched thread. Its presence was invisible under normal circumstances, but its weight would be revealed when it was pulled with real force.

But Bibi Dong quickly suppressed her unease. The Spirit Hall was the foundation of the six-winged angel clan's ten-thousand-year heritage and an extension of the angel god's faith in the mortal realm.

Qian Renxue carries the blood of the Qian family, inherits the will of the angel god, and her soul is engraved with the faith and obsession accumulated by the temple over ten thousand years.

She will definitely stand on the side of the Spirit Hall.

Bibi Dong opened her eyes again. The brief fluctuation in her purple eyes had completely subsided, replaced by a calm and certainty as if it had been tempered by ice.

She had just received news that Eva was undertaking a massive overhaul of the military.

Intelligence from scouts on the border indicates that several armories of the Fairy Tale Empire are being filled at an abnormal rate, and the frequency of troop movements is several times higher than before.

In the cities that were formerly part of the Star Luo Empire's northern region and were incorporated into the Fairy Tale Empire, new conscription orders were being issued in batches.

What does Eva want to do?

The answer is self-evident. She wanted to annex the Spirit Hall immediately after becoming a god; her ambition was even greater than imagined.

Bibi Dong's lips slowly curled into a cold smile, a very shallow curve, yet carrying a sharp chill that only emerges after being provoked.

She raised her hand, summoning the messenger waiting outside the hall. Her voice was steady, and her words were clear:

"Issue the order to mobilize all legions on the southern front to a state of first-level combat readiness and reinforce the northern border. Simultaneously, open the Martial Soul City's secret vault and distribute three months' worth of military supplies to each legion in advance."

The messenger acknowledged the order and quickly withdrew from the hall.

Bibi Dong sat alone in the Papal Palace, her purple eyes swirling with a dark purple light.

The authority of the Rakshasa God slowly flowed within her, merging with the anger she had suppressed for too long.

She wouldn't passively wait for Eva to come knocking. Since that woman wanted a fight, she'd show her who the true god of this continent was.

"Send the order to the Hall of Offerings," Bibi Dong spoke again, her voice as cold as an icy blade, "tell Qian Renxue that the Martial Soul Kingdom is about to enter a state of full-scale war, and that she should be prepared to act at any time."

Another messenger took the order and left, his footsteps quickly fading into the distance outside the empty palace gates.

Bibi Dong leaned back in her chair, her gaze passing through the open doors of the Papal Palace and landing in the direction of the Hall of Worship.

The golden light curtain still enveloped the sky above Wuhun City, like a giant umbrella that had been opened, isolating her resentment within the area of ​​the Papal Palace.

Qian Renxue, will you make a move?

Bibi Dong didn't know the answer, but she had to assume that Qian Renxue would fulfill her duties as an angel at the crucial moment.