mousepad-d2 Chapter 408 The Sixth Trial of the Sea God: Defeating Poseidon!
Chapter 408 The Sixth Trial of the Sea God: Defeating Poseidon!
If it weren't for Tang Chuan's interference, and if the situation hadn't reversed time and time again, Bibi Dong would have been a formidable enemy he had to face. But now, she stands before him.
No longer have ambitions.
There is no more hatred.
They no longer possessed consciousness.
It's just an undead warrior.
Tang San slowly raised his hand.
"Kneel down."
A gray light flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes.
The next moment, she actually knelt down on one knee.
Tang San's lips slowly curled up.
"So what if he's the Pope?"
"So what if he's a successor of the Rakshasa lineage?"
"Now, you're just a pawn in my game."
The third soul core, dark gold.
Dai Mubai.
After the River of Souls poured into the core, a deep tiger's roar resounded throughout the ancient battlefield.
Amidst the dark golden light, a burly figure slowly materialized.
The White Tiger Martial Soul appeared behind him.
Blonde hair, heterochromatic eyes, and a strong physique.
Once one of Shrek's monsters, Prince Dai Mubai of the Star Luo Clan, is now a deathly gray with empty eyes and a dense aura of the undead swirling around him.
Nine illusory soul rings appeared.
The White Tiger's titled aura erupted.
Tang San looked at him, a hint of mockery in his eyes.
"Boss Dai."
"Didn't you always like to stand in front of me?"
"Now, you can finally stand in front of me forever."
Dai Mubai did not answer.
He simply stood up silently and walked behind Tang San.
The fourth soul core is crimson red.
Ma Hongjun.
When he was resurrected, the flames on the altar suddenly surged.
That's not the Phoenix Fire.
Instead, it is the ghostly fire of the dead, corrupted by the power of Rakshasa.
A fat but tall figure emerged from the firelight, a mixture of crimson and eerie green.
The phantom of the Fiery Phoenix spread its wings.
But the phoenix was no longer sacred, nor fiery.
Its feathers were dull gray, its eye sockets were hollow, and its entire body was engulfed in eerie green flames.
Ma Hongjun opened his eyes.
They also lacked intelligence in their eyes.
Nine spirit rings appeared, and the aura of a Title Douluo was released with a roar.
Tang San looked at Ma Hongjun and said softly:
"Fatty."
"Aren't you most afraid of dying?"
"Now it's all right."
"You will never die again."
Ma Hongjun stood quietly beside Dai Mubai, like a silent, fiery corpse puppet.
The fifth soul core is earth-yellow.
Tailong.
His resurrection wasn't as astonishing as Dai Mubai's or Ma Hongjun's, but it was far more brutal.
Countless soul forces poured into it, and a figure with bulging muscles stepped out of the altar.
The bloodline of the Power Clan manifested as grayish-white patterns on his body.
The Mighty Ape Martial Soul appeared, and nine illusory soul rings rose.
Although his talent shouldn't have reached the level of a Title Douluo, under the forced enhancement of the Rakshasa Altar, his power was artificially elevated to the Title Douluo level.
The price he paid was that he completely lost himself.
Tang San looked at Tai Long and said calmly:
"You used to follow me because you admired me."
"Follow me now because you have no other choice."
"That's fine too."
The sixth soul core is golden chrysanthemum in color.
Chrysanthemum Douluo, Moon Pass.
Golden petals drifted down from above the altar.
But the petals were no longer delicate; instead, their edges were blackened, carrying an aura of death.
A tall, slender figure slowly emerged.
Yue Guan still retains the same eerily handsome face he had in life.
The Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum Martial Soul bloomed in his palm, but the chrysanthemum had withered yellow petals and a black heart, like a flower of death blooming on a grave.
Nine soul rings rose up.
The aura of a titled Douluo permeated the air.
Tang San glanced at him.
"Chrysanthemum Douluo".
"The elders of the Spirit Hall are now under my command."
Yue Guan lowered his head listlessly and stood behind Tang San.
The seventh soul core, dark black.
Ghost Douluo, a ghost.
This time, the altar did not emit a strong light.
Only a shadow rose from the ground.
The shadow stretched and twisted, eventually transforming into a black-robed figure that was almost intangible.
The resurrection of ghosts is closest to the essence of the undead.
His body was half-solid, half-ethereal, as if he could merge into the darkness at any moment.
The perfect fusion of his ghostly martial spirit and the power of the undead made his aura even more eerie than when he was alive.
Nine soul rings appeared and disappeared in the shadows.
Tang San finally showed a look of satisfaction.
"very good."
"With you, I can secretly harvest even more souls."
The ghost made no sound, but simply transformed into a black shadow and knelt at Tang San's feet.
This is the end.
All seven undead have been resurrected.
Xiao Wu.
Bibi Dong.
Dai Mubai.
Ma Hongjun.
Tailong.
Chrysanthemum Douluo.
Ghost Douluo.
They stood quietly behind Tang San.
Each of them possessed the aura of a Title Douluo.
None of them possessed any intelligence.
They all obeyed Tang San's orders.
On the ancient battlefield, a cold wind howled, and the auras of the seven undead titled Douluo intertwined, turning the entire sky gray-white.
Tang San stood in front of them, his black robe fluttering in the wind.
At this moment, he was no longer alone.
He regained his companions.
Although these companions cannot speak.
I don't laugh.
I won't refute it.
I will not betray you.
She would no longer look at him with disappointed eyes.
Tang San turned around and looked at Xiao Wu.
He slowly walked up to her and reached out to stroke her cold face.
"Xiao Wu".
"Look."
Everyone's back.
"Boss Dai, Fatty, Tyrone."
"And there are also powerful enough Bibi Dong, Chrysanthemum Douluo, and Ghost Douluo."
"From this day forward, no one can stop me."
Xiao Wu stood there blankly.
no respond.
Tang San, however, seemed completely oblivious to her unusual behavior, a gentle smile on his face.
"You're just too tired."
"Wait until I kill Tang Chuan."
"When I become a true Rakshasa god."
"I will definitely wake you up."
At this point, his eyes suddenly turned cold.
"Tang Chuan is still on Poseidon Island."
"He thought he could slowly complete the inheritance of the Sea God and slowly return to the mainland to settle accounts with me."
"But he didn't know."
"When he returns, the entire continent will become my Rakshasa sacrificial ground."
Tang San raised the Rakshasa Demon Scythe high.
The seven undead titled Douluo simultaneously raised their heads.
Around the altar, the remaining rivers of souls surged wildly into their bodies.
Their aura rose again.
Although he has not yet broken through to the god level, he is already far stronger than ordinary titled Douluo.
Especially Bibi Dong and Ghost Douluo, the former had already come into contact with the power of the Rakshasa God, and now that she has become a ghost, her adaptation to the Rakshasa domain is almost perfect.
The latter becomes even more bizarre when in a state of death.
It can even infiltrate the shadows and directly attack the soul.
Tang San looked at them, his voice cold and authoritative.
"Starting now."
"Bibi Dong, leading Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, headed to the former territory of the Spirit Empire."
"I want the souls of all the rebels there."
"Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, Tailong, proceed to the Xingluo border."
"Slaughter all the cities that fly the Starry Sky Banner."
"Xiao Wu..."
Tang San paused for a moment and looked at the pink figure.
His voice softened again.
"Come with me, we'll go to Tian Dou."
"There are many more people there who can help you recover."
The seven spirits did not hesitate at all.
Grayish-white soul flames ignited in their eyes.
The next moment, they both knelt down on one knee.
"roar--"
That was not a human response.
Rather, it is the spirit's submission to its master.
Tang San smiled with satisfaction.
He looked up and gazed into the distance.
That place is the most prosperous area in the Douluo Continent.
He grew up there.
You'll make friends there.
There, he was called a genius.
There, too, her brilliance was repeatedly stolen by Tang Chuan.
Now, he's going back.
With death.
With the spirits of the dead.
They led a Rakshasa legion capable of overthrowing the continent.
Tang San murmured softly:
"Tang Chuan."
"You can save one person, and you can save a city."
"But can you save the entire Douluo Continent?"
"I'll show you with your own eyes."
"Everything you care about becomes my strength."
The words fell.
The Rakshasa space cracked open.
Tang San took Xiao Wu's cold hand and slowly stepped inside. Behind him, the seven undead titled Douluo split into several black shadows and rushed off in different directions from the Douluo Continent.
After that night.
Peace has vanished from cities across the mainland.
Tang Chuan, however, remained on Poseidon Island.
Above Poseidon Island, the azure sky was tinged with golden-red by the glow of the sunset.
The sea breeze swept across the ring-shaped sea, creating ripples. In the distance, Mount Poseidon stood majestically, and atop its summit, the Temple of Poseidon stood quietly amidst the clouds, like a divine palace overlooking the sea.
Before the Seven Pillars, the sound of waves crashing against the rocks came one after another.
The once peaceful and serene Poseidon Island is now shrouded in an indescribable sense of oppression.
The Sea Dragon Douluo, the Sea Maiden Douluo, and the Seven Sacred Pillar Guardians almost simultaneously looked up at the distant sea.
There, a beam of cyan-gold light was breaking through the air.
Where the light passed, the sea parted and the waves subsided.
It was as if not someone had returned from the sea, but the entire ocean was welcoming a new master.
"I'm back."
Sea Dragon Douluo's voice was deep, his eyes filled with complex shock.
The Sea Maiden Douluo gently gripped the black flute in her hand and murmured:
"Such a powerful aura... It's much stronger than before he left."
They all knew that Tang Chuan's trip was to hunt down the Demon Orca King.
That's a ferocious beast from the sea.
Even among these Saint Pillar Douluos, none dared to claim they could kill that monster single-handedly.
But now, Tang Chuan is back.
Moreover, its aura did not weaken; on the contrary, it became even stronger.
This can only prove one thing.
The Demon Orca King is dead.
boom--
A stream of water shot out from a distance and finally exploded at the foot of Poseidon Mountain.
Countless water droplets rose up.
After the mist dissipated, Tang Chuan slowly walked out. He was dressed in white, with black hair flowing down his shoulders. His expression was calm, and there was no trace of the dishevelment that came after the battle.
But the guardians of the Seven Pillars could clearly sense the profound, almost terrifying power within him, especially in his right arm, where dark red patterns faintly swirled.
That wasn't the power of a spirit ring, but a spirit bone.
The Sea Dragon Douluo's pupils contracted slightly.
"The soul bone of the Demon Orca King..."
Seahorse Douluo couldn't help but gasp.
Not only did the Demon Orca King die, but its soul bone also fell into Tang Chuan's hands.
Tang Chuan ignored the shock of the crowd.
He simply looked up at the summit of Poseidon Mountain.
There, a red figure was already quietly waiting.
Poseidon.
The High Priestess of Seagod Island, a level 99 Peerless Douluo, stood before the Seagod Temple, her red dress billowing in the wind, holding in her hand the scepter symbolizing the will of the Seagod.
Her gaze fell on Tang Chuan, a complex look flashing in her eyes.
"You're back."
Tang Chuan took a step forward.
The next moment, his figure appeared halfway up Poseidon Mountain.
One more step.
Then they arrived at the Temple of the Sea God.
The seven Sacred Pillar Douluos were all shocked by this scene.
This speed is beyond the comprehension of ordinary Title Douluos.
Tang Chuan stopped in front of Poseidon and calmly said:
"The Demon Orca King is dead."
Poseidon nodded slightly.
"I know."
She looked up at the distant sea. Since the fall of the Demon Orca King, the malevolent aura that had shrouded the Dead Sea for many years had begun to dissipate.
For Poseidon Island, this should have been a momentous occasion.
But Poseidon couldn't laugh at this moment, because she knew very well that after Tang Chuan completed the mission of the Demon Orca King, the next person he would have to face was her.
The Sixth Test of Poseidon.
Defeat Poseidon, the High Priest of Poseidon Island.
She couldn't avoid this assessment.
Tang Chuan couldn't avoid it either.
The sea breeze whistled through the temple's stone pillars.
Poseidon slowly raised his scepter.
In an instant, the seawater surrounding the entire Poseidon Mountain began to boil.
The ring-shaped sea churned up towering waves.
Blue and gold light shot into the sky from Mount Poseidon.
The oppressive aura of a level 99 peerless Douluo instantly enveloped the entire Seagod Island.
The guardians of the seven sacred pillars retreated.
They knew that this battle was beyond their control.
Poseidon looked at Tang Chuan, his voice solemn.
"Tang Chuan, the sixth trial of the Sea God has officially begun."
"Defeat me."
"Then you can continue toward the seventh test."
Tang Chuan nodded.
"I'm sorry."
As soon as he finished speaking, his spirit rings slowly appeared around him.
With the appearance of the nine spirit rings, the entire Sea God Mountain seemed to be shrunk, especially the golden spirit ring, whose aura caused the expressions of the Seven Sacred Pillar Douluos to change simultaneously.
Poseidon's expression turned slightly serious. Even though she already knew that Tang Chuan was powerful, she still felt an unprecedented pressure when she actually faced him.
This is not a matter of hierarchy or suppression.
Rather, it's a difference at the fundamental level.
Tang Chuan stood there, like a boundless sea of life.
Unfathomable.
Poseidon did not test her.
Facing Tang Chuan now, any attempt to probe him would be pointless.
She slammed her scepter heavily onto the ground.
"Poseidon's Domain!"
boom!
At this moment, all the ocean power of the entire Poseidon Island converged on her.
A blue-gold domain instantly unfolded.
Above the sky, it seemed as if a colossal phantom of a sea god slowly opened its eyes. Endless seawater surged in from all directions, transforming into countless blue-gold dragons that lunged at Tang Chuan.
Tang Chuan did not retreat; he simply raised his right hand.
In the palm of his hand, a blue silver grass swayed gently.
The next moment, a bluish-gold light spread out from beneath his feet.
"The realm of life."
"All spirits are born."
On Poseidon Mountain, from the cracks in the rocks, blue silver grass sprouts and sways in the sea breeze. They seem fragile, but the moment they appear, they change the atmosphere of the entire Poseidon Mountain.
The realm of the sea god is the majesty of the ocean.
The realm of life is the foundation of all things.
The moment the two fields collided, there was no explosion as expected.
Instead, the whole world quieted down for a moment.
Then, the blue-gold water dragons that rushed towards Tang Chuan suddenly slowed down in mid-air.
Blue-gold patterns spread across the water dragon's body.
They were not destroyed.
Instead, it was forcibly rewritten by Tang Chuan's life domain.
The once raging seawater began to become docile.
Poseidon's pupils contracted slightly.
"He can even influence the ocean's power within the Sea God's domain?"
She dared not be careless and swung her scepter again.
"The Light of Poseidon!"
A dazzling blue-gold pillar of light descended from the sky.
The light was vast and sacred, carrying the majesty of the Sea God's legacy, and directly enveloped Tang Chuan.
This attack not only assaulted the physical body, but also oppressed the spirit.
If it were an ordinary Title Douluo, their will would probably be shattered the moment the Sea God's Light fell, and they would kneel on the ground.
Tang Chuan merely raised his head slightly, and the mark of the Sea God lit up between his brows.
Immediately afterwards, the three forces of the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline, the million-year soul ring, and the life domain began to operate simultaneously.
The light of the sea god fell upon him, but it did not suppress him.
It was as if a portion of it had been absorbed by his body.
A faint blue-gold hue appeared in Tang Chuan's eyes.
"The Light of Poseidon has no effect on me."
Poseidon was silent for a moment.
She understood; Tang Chuan had passed the previous tests and obtained an extremely high affinity with the Sea God.
The light of the sea god not only couldn't truly harm him, but it would even strengthen his connection with the power of the sea god. This battle was never fair from the start.
But an assessment is an assessment, and she has to give it her all.
Behind Poseidon, nine spirit rings lit up simultaneously.
The last red spirit ring burst forth with a dazzling light.
"Ninth Soul Skill".
"The sea god has descended."
Rumbling--
The ring of sea surrounding Mount Poseidon erupted completely.
Countless waves surged into the sky, coalescing behind Poseidon into a thousand-foot-tall phantom of the sea god.
The phantom figure held a trident, wore divine armor, and looked down at Tang Chuan.
A terrifying divine power descended.
The seven Sacred Pillar Douluos turned pale and knelt on one knee.
This is one of Poseidon's strongest soul skills. With the help of the power of Seagod Island and Seagod Temple, she can unleash power close to that of a demigod for a short period of time.
Poseidon hovered before the phantom of the sea god, her red dress billowing, her eyes gleaming with blue and gold light.
"Tang Chuan."
"Take this hit."
"If you can withstand even the slightest setback, you will pass the sixth test." (End of Chapter)