Sea God Island – Outer Perimeter
The Devil Soul Great White Sharks guarded this island. Of course, they were not the only ones; there were also indigenous islanders who had lived here for generations, blessed by the Sea God. No one was to leave the island, and all revered the legendary... Sea God.
But today was different.
"You're... Bai Xiuxiu?!"
A Devil Soul Great White Shark, over seventy thousand years old, stared up in shock at the massive blue dragon before it, more than a hundred meters long. Its throat worked nervously as it forced out the words.
The true dragon before it exuded a terrifying pressure from its dragon bloodline, leaving it trembling uncontrollably. Yet, those clear, lake-blue vertical pupils, serene and pure, along with a unique voice, allowed the shark to recognize the true identity of the blue dragon...
"That's right—it's me," Bai Xiuxiu said calmly.
"And… mother?"
"The clan leader is out patrolling, but she should return soon... Would you like to meet the high priest first?" Bai Haomiao's tone unconsciously grew respectful.
"That's fine. Lord Sea God has ordered me to bring this human girl for her godly trial. Whether Mother is present or not doesn't matter, as long as the priest can make decisions."
"Yes," Bai Haomiao hurriedly nodded.
Not only was Bai Xiuxiu's dragon bloodline formidable, but her strength was terrifying as well—she had surely reached the ranks of ferocious beasts. Even the clan leader, Xiao Bai, had never given Bai Haomiao such pressure.
Signaling to the two frightened Devil Soul Great White Sharks behind, Bai Haomiao guided Bai Xiuxiu and Wang Dong'er, who was riding on the dragon's back, toward Sea God Island.
"So this is Sea God Island? The scenery's not bad!" Wang Dong'er stood on tiptoe, eyes sparkling, her lovely face full of anticipation.
She was determined to claim the Sea God's inheritance!
Sea God Island's Main Hall
On a dark-blue great hall, a kindly old man with a sea-blue, ornate long robe, white beard, and white brows slowly opened his eyes. Behind him, a phantom of a colossal whale shimmered into view.
The whale's distant song reverberated, and murals on the hall's high walls flickered with shifting, painting-like scenes.
He was the current Sea God Hall High Priest—Ling Jing.
A Level 99 Limit Douluo.
He'd awakened his spirit on Sea God Island, had been selected time and again, and had spent over a hundred years here. He'd long believed he'd die of old age in this empty hall, suffering the loneliness endured by generations of sea god priests, then return his soul to the ocean and forever serve the Sea God.
But at this moment, his otherwise monotonous life was disturbed by a ripple.
The Sea God seemed to have sent a new candidate.
For any high priest, this was something longed for, even if it meant sacrificing their life when the new god succeeded—they would still be wildly excited...
"Wang Dong'er?"
Ling Jing reached out with his finger and lightly swiped through the air.
An image appeared on the hall's wall: the scene of a young girl landing on the island, followed by Bai Xiuxiu "protecting" her.
"The Sea God truly is generous—worthy of my devotion," Ling Jing thought secretly. After going missing for months, Bai Xiuxiu had suddenly returned with a major bloodline evolution, serving as the best proof of the Sea God's existence.
Who else but a god could do this?
None.
The Sea God, it was said, always protected his faithful. Bai Xiuxiu was living proof.
Minutes later, Wang Dong'er met the Sea God High Priest, Ling Jing, and the seven sea sacred pillars gathered at his side.
"Don't worry, child…" Ling Jing's expression softened as he gazed at Wang Dong'er, though a hint of shock flashed in his eyes. Outwardly calm, his heart surged.
This girl's appearance was almost identical to the statue inside Sea God Island's shrine! Not to mention, she held the Sea God's Trident, her sky-blue hair fluttering in the breeze, revealing the three-pronged symbol on her bright forehead.
The Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud!
She was practically the Sea God reincarnated!
"I—I can start now?" Wang Dong'er took a deep breath, her nerves obvious as she felt dozens of eyes fixed upon her and understood her solitary predicament.
"Of course... of course." Ling Jing laughed and stepped aside, yielding the hall's center.
A raised platform stood there, with a recess in it—the perfect fit for the trident's handle. As Wang Dong'er walked forward and stepped onto the platform, a sudden wind swept through the otherwise solemn hall.
Buzz!
The trident symbol between Wang Dong'er's brows flashed.
The entire hall seemed to light up.
A pillar of light shot straight into the sky...
At the same time—
The Spirit of the Douluo Plane clenched its will, intercepting the pillar of light—like an invisible barrier shielding the plane and severing its connection with the divine realm.
In the divine realm, the injured Tang San, deep in retreat, furrowed his brows. An uneasy sense of alarm flickered in his heart, as if something incredibly precious was about to be stolen, but he could not pinpoint the source.
After pondering for a long time, he returned to closed-door cultivation.
For now, his priority was to recover from his injuries. The threat of destruction pressed ever closer. Among the rest of the Shrek Seven Devils, only the God of Emotions had stayed steadfastly by his side.
Strength. What he needed was more strength!
Tang San's eyes burned red. Since arriving in the divine realm, never before had he thirsted for power so intensely.
And so, the blue divine hall once more fell silent.
"Again?"
Sea God Pavilion.
Su Wen was browsing through records—reading up on the changes of the Spirit Hall remnants and the Holy Angel Sect over the past ten thousand years—when suddenly his vision went black. It felt as though his soul had left his body, shooting high into the sky, overlooking the living world like a god.
He soon found himself in the Sea God Island's great hall.
He could sense that, in that instant, the "ants" below looked at him with feverish fervor, knelt and bowed, chanting worship.
At the front, the old, white-bearded priest sobbed uncontrollably, groveling.
"This is... Sea God Island?" Su Wen's thoughts raced, though his face remained calm. He addressed the old man: "You are the current Sea God Hall High Priest?"
His majestic voice echoed throughout the hall.
Trembling, the old man replied, "I, Ling Jing, High Priest, greet my lord."
Indeed, in a sense, the priest was a house-servant—but in Sea God Island, being a "servant" was a zealously pursued honor. Anyone who became the high priest could never become a god themselves. That was the ironclad rule.
"You're responsible for supervising her Sea God's Nine Trials—from this moment onward," Su Wen's eyes narrowed.
It was as if he had flipped a switch.
"Yes!" The old priest's eyes became resolute, bowing reverently.
As for Su Wen, gazing calmly at the soon-to-be-filled Sea God's Nine Trials, the corners of his mouth lifted.
Simple. So simple. Super simple!
Compared to what Tang San faced, these Sea God's Nine Trials were like taking a test with the answers in hand.
There was no need to temper Wang Dong'er through trials for their own sake. All he wanted was to quickly wrest the divine seat from Tang San—the God King—or rather, transfer it over.
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