Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

Meanwhile, under the golden light curtain above Wuhun City, Qian Renxue stood on the stone steps outside the Hall of Worship, her gaze also fixed on the direction of the Papal Palace.

She had received a message from Bibi Dong. War was imminent.

Qian Renxue remained silent for a long time. Her six golden wings folded slightly behind her, and the tiny points of light flowing around their edges flickered in the twilight, just like the turbulent thoughts churning in her heart.

war.

The war between the Fairy Tale Empire and the Martial Soul Church was almost an inevitable outcome, destined from the moment the Star Luo Empire was destroyed.

But she didn't expect it to happen so quickly. Eva had already begun mobilizing military forces as soon as she became a goddess, and Bibi Dong's response was equally decisive, issuing a full-scale war preparation order almost simultaneously.

Two divine auras rose from opposite ends of the continent, facing each other like two lighthouses being lit simultaneously.

Qian Renxue knew she couldn't stay out of it.

She is an angel goddess, the inheritor of a thousand bloodlines, and the being that the temple has been waiting for for ten thousand years.

Her very existence is a stance; she has been silent for far too long.

Qian Renxue slowly withdrew her gaze, turned around and walked back into the offering hall.

The golden light barrier she used to block the power of resentment continued to circulate above Wuhun City, but she knew that the barrier would soon become unnecessary.

Once the war breaks out in full force, she will no longer be able to remain neutral as an angel.

……

In Bright Moon City, Eva stood in a side hall deep within the palace, a room that had been converted into a soul tool workshop, with a stack of soul tool blueprints brought by Poseidon spread out in front of her.

Her gaze fell on the yellowed drawing, her fingertips slowly moving along the lines that had been repeatedly drawn.

The patterns on the drawings are extremely exquisite, and every arc and every node label carries a sense of precision that has been repeatedly considered.

The soul guidance technology accumulated by Poseidon Island over thousands of years is far more sophisticated than Eva initially expected.

Those blueprints not only recorded the construction methods of soul tools, but also a complete theory of energy conduction, an ancient system that had long been lost on the Douluo Continent.

Eva turned the stack of drawings to the third page, her gaze lingering for a moment on a design detailing energy compression and release, before she narrowed her eyes slightly.

She already had a preliminary idea in mind. If she combined this energy conduction theory with her own divine authority, she might be able to create something far beyond the scope of ordinary soul tools.

A weapon belonging to the gods.

However, that will take time. And that's exactly what she needs most right now.

Eva put the stack of blueprints into her storage soul tool and turned to leave the side hall.

War is now inevitable.

But Eva doesn't intend to get involved herself. At least not in the initial stages of the war.

She needs time to complete the research and manufacturing of the soul tool, and she needs to appear on the battlefield in a significant and meaningful way at the right time, rather than rushing to the front line as soon as the war begins.

Moreover, she didn't need to familiarize herself with controlling divine power. Unlike Bibi Dong, who inherited the divine position of the Rakshasa God and needed time to adapt to that resentful power that was incompatible with her own, she was different.

Eva's divine status was formed by her comprehending the rules through the nascent form of divinity and condensing them on her own.

The rules of beauty are one with her soul; every breath she takes and every thought she has resonates with that power.

She doesn't need to be familiar with it, because that's who she is.

Eva stopped in the palace corridor, her gaze falling on the horizon that was dyed orange-red by the sunset.

The war wouldn't give her much time to prepare, and Bibi Dong wouldn't wait for her to finish her research before taking action.

But Eva could sense that this war was more like a swift and decisive battle than any other before.

What she needs to do is to have enough cards in her hand, and cards that are strong enough, before that final battle arrives.

Eva looked away and continued walking along the corridor.

……

A few days later, on the border between the Fairy Tale Empire and the Martial Soul Cult, the first sparks of war quietly ignited.

The army of the Fairy Tale Empire was the first to cross the border line that had been tacitly maintained by both sides, surging towards the northern border defense line of the Martial Soul Kingdom like a deep purple wave.

The first to be impacted were several small outposts along the border.

The garrison in the fortress sounded the alarm the moment the Fairy Tale Empire's army came into view, but before the alarm could fully spread, a deep purple flag had already appeared in the sky above the fortress.

There was no probing, no pre-emptive attrition warfare, and no small-scale conflicts as a warm-up.

This was an offensive that was defined from the outset as a total war.

Eva did not leave Bibi Dong any window of time to adjust the layout.

She chose to act when Bibi Dong's position as a god was not yet fully consolidated, and poured the military strength that the Fairy Tale Empire had accumulated over several months into the front lines in the shortest possible time.

The northern defense line of the Martial Soul Kingdom was torn open in several places during the first offensive, and the deep purple banners extended inward along those cracks, like a slowly burning tide.

But after the initial advance, the battle lines began to stabilize.

The command system of the Martial Soul Theocracy demonstrated a matching resilience, and the defenses that had been torn apart were re-stabilized in subsequent mobilizations.

Although Bibi Dong has not yet personally taken to the battlefield, she is adjusting the pace of the battle in a slow but steady manner through the vast intelligence network and command system of the Martial Soul Theocracy.

……

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away in the deep sea, another storm is brewing in a completely different way.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King hovered in the center of the Demon Whale Sea, its golden eyes slightly closed, its spiritual power like an invisible giant net, covering every corner of the entire sea.

As time passed, Poseidon's power in the ocean weakened, and the Deep Sea Demon Whale King clearly sensed the route Poseidon took away from the ocean.

She went to land.

After receiving this news, the Deep Sea Demon Whale King remained silent for a moment.

On land, he sensed several extremely bright spots of light, with scorching auras like the blazing sun distributed in different directions, each carrying a unique sense of oppression characteristic of gods.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King's gaze darkened slightly. He could sense the outlines of those auras and knew clearly that if he were to set foot on land, he would inevitably come into contact with at least one of them.

His power comes from the ocean, and although he can briefly leave the ocean, he cannot maintain his peak condition in places far from the sea.

If one were to confront a local deity head-on on land, the chances of winning would be slim.

A name surfaced in the mind of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King.

Ursula.

The deep-sea witch who once traded with him in the Fishbone Cave, the one who made a living through trading, might be able to find Poseidon's location through some channel he doesn't know about.

A being who can provide accurate intelligence is far more efficient than someone blindly searching the vast continent on their own.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King did not hesitate for long.

His figure flashed slightly in the dark seawater, like a beam of light compressed to its limit, traversing layers of seawater at a speed beyond the perception limits of any living being, rushing towards the sea area where the Fishbone Cave was located.

When he arrived at that familiar sea, he suddenly stopped.

Fishbone Cave has disappeared.

The area where the massive whalebone arch once stood has now been completely transformed.

The area that was once occupied by the Fishbone Cave is now just an empty expanse of seawater, without even a trace of its existence.

The sea spirit beasts that used to roam around Fishbone Cave are gone, as are the glowing jellyfish that Ursula had carefully arranged. Even the energy fluctuations in that area have become smooth and uniform, as if the entire sea area has been washed clean.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King's brows furrowed slowly. His spiritual power spread outward like a tide, covering the original location of the Fishbone Cave and every inch of space around it, trying to find any hidden or concealed traces.

There were no residual energy fluctuations, no traces of spatial transfer, and not even a trace of aura could be detected.

It was as if that place never existed in the first place, but was just a hallucination in his memory.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King checked the surrounding space again, confirming that there were no traces of spatial teleportation or mirror images. Then, it withdrew its spiritual power into its body and floated in the water in silence for a moment.

In a different dimension beyond his perception, Ursula was perched on a central platform composed of golden light and intricate runes.

Her form in the alternate dimension was somewhere between a physical entity and a phantom, with countless tentacles gently swaying behind her, each tip connected to a slowly flowing transaction rune.

In the void before her, a golden scale was slowly rotating.

Objects constantly appear and disappear between the left and right pans of the scale. Sometimes they are clusters of light formed from condensed soul power, sometimes they are fragments of ancient knowledge, and sometimes they are fragments of memories compressed to the extreme.

Between the appearance and disappearance of each object, an extremely subtle energy fluctuation is released into the surrounding space. These fluctuations intertwine and overlap in space, gradually forming a network of rules that covers the entire alien space.

Chapter 594 The Ninth Trial of the Sea God

Ursula closed her eyes, sensing the slowly forming rules of the transaction, feeling them resonate more deeply with her soul.

She knew she had reached the final step, and the threshold between her and godhood was growing ever thinner.

Once this alternate dimension is completely covered by the complete rules of trade, her divine realm will be formally established, and her position as the God of Trade will be stabilized.

Outside that alternate dimension, after confirming that he could not find the location of the Fishbone Cave, the Deep Sea Demon Whale King finally slowly withdrew his gaze.

He hovered in the dark sea, his golden eyes churning with an extremely rare emotion. It wasn't anger, nor anxiety, but a cold, resolute determination that had been tempered and refined by repeated setbacks.

After he became a god, every step he took was unsuccessful.

Before attacking Poseidon's island, Poseidon fled with the heir to the sea god and the statue of Poseidon. Although he destroyed the island, he failed to obtain what he desired most. He wanted to devour the heir to the sea god and merge with the sea god's authority, but all he gained was an empty sea.

Now, when people come to Ursula, Fishbone Cave has vanished. The deep-sea witch who made her living through trade seems to have never existed, leaving not a trace.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King closed his eyes, feeling the divine power slowly flowing within his body.

The deeper his understanding of the rules, the clearer he became about the difficulty of ascending to godhood.

The gap between a second-level god and a first-level god is far greater than the gap between a Soul Douluo and a Title Douluo.

That's not just a difference in the level of power, but a chasm in the completeness of authority.

If he wants to take Lan Fuzi and his wife to the realm of gods, he must become at least a first-level god.

The fastest path to becoming a first-level god is to devour the successor of the sea god and merge with the authority of the sea god.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King opened his eyes, his gaze piercing through layers of seawater, landing on the direction of the continent. He had no choice but to go.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King did not set off immediately. He needed to improve the strength of his wife and daughters first.

He knew that the situation on the mainland was far more complex than at sea. If he went alone, his wife and daughter would be safe in the deep sea, but if something went wrong, he would not be able to return to them in time.

If they are strong enough, they can at least protect themselves in critical moments.

As a result, the soul beasts around the Deep Sea Demon Whale area experienced a nightmarish period in the days that followed.