Chapter 512.
"She's a powerful control-type Soul Emperor."
Seahorse Douluo's eyes lit up in recognition.
"A fox-type mental control soul master. The martial soul must be a –mutated variant—there's something unusual about it. It shouldn't be possible for sea soul beasts to follow orders like this through mental power alone. Obedient... They shouldn't be able to understand and obey commands so quickly..."
Tang San and the others were also a little surprised.
They hadn't expected Hu Liena to pass the test so easily.
Seahorse Douluo's comment left them puzzled.
In truth, relying solely on charm wouldn't have been enough to reach this level of control over a sea soul beast. But they had forgotten—Hu Liena had the Starlight Fox Consciousness stored within her skull bone, and that consciousness had always been remarkably stable.
Wang Feng could sense it clearly.
With the Starlight Fox Consciousness, all it took was a simple command, and communication became effortless.
Next up was Xie Yue.
Xie Yue had spent a lot of time with Wang Feng and was always fascinated by how Wang Feng used the Armored Black Flying Sword, controlling it with spiritual power like a spiritual weapon.
But obviously, this level of control was still far beyond Xie Yue.
Sometimes, Wang Feng reflected that without the previous Former Word Secret Technique, his own spiritual power wouldn't be so overwhelming, and he wouldn't be able to exert such control.
Although Xie Yue's mental power had improved significantly in recent days, he still couldn't reach Wang Feng's level. He could barely manage to control his soul power for now.
Still, Xie Yue performed admirably. Along the way, Wang Feng had consistently pushed their limits, and this pressure had drastically improved their control over their own soul power.
After releasing his two Moon Blades, Xie Yue merged them into a disc. He then used his soul power to control it, landing it directly into the raging waters. Stepping onto the disc formed by the blades, he used it like a surfboard to skillfully glide through the eight columns of cascading water.
"Not bad!" Seahorse Douluo nodded slightly. Xie Yue was probably no older than twenty-eight or twenty-nine. To possess such strength at that age—his talent and aptitude were undoubtedly exceptional.
In truth, the three who made up the Golden Generation of the Soul Hall had all outshone countless other young soul masters within the Hall. How could they lack talent?
"Their control over soul power is also extremely refined," Seahorse Douluo added with a hint of admiration.
Tang San and the others were equally astonished at this point.
Then came Yan.
His method was simple—and brutal.
Truly brutal.
He directly activated his martial soul and empowered himself. His entire body was covered in a flame-colored armor-like aura. Then, step by step, he walked through the five-hundred-meter path. No matter how fiercely the torrent struck, Yan remained immovable.
It was the simplest, most direct, and most physically demanding way to pass the trial.
He didn't use any refined techniques, but Wang Feng admired it deeply.
Yan's martial soul was somewhat similar to Zhan Xiaotian's—an ancient beast-type martial soul, both overwhelmingly powerful.
In a way, this was the most correct method: straightforward and forceful.
With dominating soul power, a tough body, and a fiery martial soul, he just walked through the test.
Every surge of water that hit him evaporated instantly.
He fully demonstrated his overwhelming strength.
"These three have improved significantly over the past five years," Ma Hongjun said, glancing at Yan. "This guy's spirit isn't much weaker than mine. His soul power's even a little higher than the junior's…"
Tang San was now level 67—still one level short of 68.
But more than five years ago, Tang San's group had been, on average, nine levels behind the Golden Generation...
Now, each of them had increased their level by at least 20. In comparison, Hu Liena and the others had only gained just over ten levels.
"When did the outside world have so many talented soul masters…" Seahorse Douluo's eyes gleamed with admiration as he sighed. "And what about the last one?"
At his words, Tang San and the others fell silent.
Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan stood in a row, quiet and obedient like good children.
"Looking at you like this… the last one must be someone special too, huh?" Seahorse Douluo's gaze shifted to Wang Feng, a curious glint in his eye.
"Just a bit..." Ma Hongjun muttered, his mouth dry.
Seahorse Douluo smiled at the response.
At that moment, Wang Feng made his move.
To be fair, this was Seahorse Douluo's trial… Even if Seahorse Douluo had used all his strength, Wang Feng could still defeat him easily.
Let alone a test like this.
"Sword, come!"
Wang Feng stood still and uttered a low command.
Countless sharp blades suddenly converged in mid-air, forming a massive sword.
"Cut!"
With just a thought, Wang Feng commanded the sword to strike directly at the torrent created by the eight-way water columns.
Within the Seven Kill Sword Technique, there's a move called "Sword Breaks Mountain"—and just one slash of sword light was enough to split the raging torrent in two.
Amid the cold, flashing light, the gushing water instantly turned into countless droplets, falling like rain from the sky.
The sword strike cleanly shattered the eight water columns powered by Seahorse Douluo's soul energy!
Wang Feng then walked slowly through the path of pouring rain, yet the raindrops were naturally deflected by his soul power. He appeared ethereal and graceful, untouched by the storm.
Seahorse Douluo's pupils contracted sharply.
He had seemingly –formed the eight water columns casually, but in truth, he had drawn on part of the divine pillar's power, combined with his immense soul energy, and even incorporated his domain's might to form these towering, tens-of-meters-high torrents.
And yet… they had been destroyed in a single blow?
More astonishing was the sword technique itself—created entirely through soul power and spiritual will—it was terrifying.
With Seahorse Douluo's insight, he could clearly see that this strike was executed using powerful spiritual energy alone. It effortlessly shattered the eight-pronged water torrent with just a single sword!
Even more shocking was that the soul power fluctuations weren't even strong.
He couldn't get an accurate read on Wang Feng's strength at all.
Wang Feng hadn't even released his martial soul at all… That massive sword looked more like a soul bone weapon.
Wang Feng strolled forward and casually glanced at Tang San, his expression calm and without ulterior motive.
Of course, Wang Feng had his reasons for coming.
Firstly, Bibi Dong had already completed her eighth trial in advance, and based on her status as the Rakshasa God's successor, there was a high probability she'd fully inherit the godhood within four to five years.
If Tang San and the others only just finished their Sea God Island trials and returned—only to face Bibi Dong who had become a god?
There would be no contest. They would be utterly crushed.
Wang Feng figured that even if he reached over level 70, he still wouldn't be a match for her.
Maybe at level 80 or 90, he could give it a try.
And if his identity was exposed, he'd be hunted down instantly... not to mention that Qian Renxue was also nearing godhood.
The Rakshasa Secret Realm had been a huge mistake on Wang Feng's part—a colossal failure.
But there was no helping it. Wang Feng wasn't a god. He couldn't control everything.
Yet truth be told, when he left the Rakshasa Secret Realm, he had been 99% sure Bibi Dong would fail to inherit the position of godhood…
Somehow, she triggered that elusive 1% chance and completely reversed her fate—rendering all of Wang Feng's efforts meaningless.
That's why he had to do everything in his power now to help Tang San and the others clear their Sea God trials quickly. At the same time, he needed to grow stronger himself—even if he couldn't catch up completely, reaching level 70+ would at least give him a fighting chance.
There was one more critical reason…
Three years from now, Bibi Dong might come to Sea God Island with Qian Daoliu.
If that happened, it could be a major turning point.
Wang Feng didn't yet know how to deal with such a scenario.
Just thinking about it made him feel frustrated.
He walked over to Hu Liena and looked at Seahorse Douluo.
At this moment, Seahorse Douluo's eyes gleamed with a strange light.
"How old are you, exactly?" Seahorse Douluo asked coldly.
He had just been thoroughly shocked by Wang Feng's display of power. To break through the eight water columns he created with a single sword—this couldn't be the strength of an ordinary Soul Emperor.
"Is age a requirement for taking the Sea God Island trial?" Wang Feng replied calmly.
"Anyone who is acknowledged by the Sea God is eligible to take the trial," Seahorse Douluo narrowed his eyes. "There is no age restriction, but I suspect your identity is unclear…"
The strength displayed by Wang Feng made Seahorse Douluo deeply uneasy. Forget about age—his power wasn't something that could be explained by talent alone.
Even in the wider Douluo Continent, this man wouldn't be ordinary.
Why would such a powerhouse come to Sea God Island?
"You suspect we're from the Soul Hall?" Wang Feng asked suddenly, glancing at Seahorse Douluo.
Seahorse Douluo's expression remained unreadable, but his aura grew cold.
"What if I say we are? Would you believe me?" Wang Feng asked, looking over at Tang San and Hu Liena.
Then, he slightly released a bit of his own aura.
Seahorse Douluo was momentarily stunned, furrowing his brows as he began to sense the energy of everyone around.
The man in black standing before them radiated an aura as pure as the sea—calm and close to nature—completely unlike the soul masters who had attacked them more than twenty years ago.
"So… Seahorse Douluo, your suspicion is meaningless," Wang Feng said, glancing at the sacred pillar behind Seahorse Douluo. "What if we leave it up to the Sea God? The assessments of Sea God Island are bestowed by the Sea God himself. If the Sea God is willing to acknowledge someone, wouldn't that be enough to erase your doubts?"
Wang Feng was well aware that these trials were indeed granted directly by the gods. Back when he was in the Rakshasa Secret Realm, he had already understood this clearly.
Seahorse Douluo chuckled softly, "You're right. Since you're all so eager to take the Sea God Island trials, be prepared."
What Wang Feng said made perfect sense. If these people had ill intentions, there's no way they would have received the Sea God's approval in the first place.
With that, Seahorse Douluo turned and walked toward the Sacred Pillar, saying calmly over his shoulder, "Come forward in the order in which you completed the trial earlier."
Hearing this, everyone immediately stood up.
Since Tang San had completed the trial first, he was naturally the first to take the assessment.
Everyone in the group looked visibly excited—whether it was Tang San's group of nine or the trio of Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan.
Before arriving, Bibi Dong had warned Hu Liena that Sea God Island was a sacred and unique place, and that the assessment held great significance.
The same sense of excitement filled Tang San and his companions.
Only Wang Feng remained calm, with little emotional reaction. He already had a sense that the assessment system of Sea God Island would be similar to that of the Rakshasa Secret Realm—divided into multiple tiers or levels.
But the degree of danger remained unknown.
At that moment, Seahorse Douluo reached the sacred pillar, placed both hands on it, and began softly chanting some incantation.
The surrounding lake began to bubble and churn. A faint blue light emerged from the sacred pillar as its energy awakened.
Even the inscriptions engraved upon the pillar began to glow and flicker, like stars twinkling in the sky.
Wang Feng could faintly sense a mighty and divine power radiating from the pillar.
It reminded him somewhat of the statue inside the Rakshasa Temple.
After activating the Sacred Pillar, Seahorse Douluo turned to the group, pointed at the person standing first in line, and said:
"Step forward and focus your gaze on the Sacred Pillar. The Sacred Pillar, together with Lord Sea God, will bestow upon you your assessment. Let me make one thing clear—though the types of assessments vary, all of them are extremely dangerous. The harder the test, the lower your chances of survival!"
"Most assessments have only two outcomes: success or failure. There is no room for luck. And once you accept the trial, you cannot back out. If anyone wants to quit, now is your last chance."
Seahorse Douluo's tone was flat, yet carried a trace of coldness as his gaze swept across the group.
Though these spirit masters from the mainland were exceptionally gifted, he had seen countless geniuses perish under the pressure of the trials.
But not one person flinched. They all turned their eyes firmly to the Sacred Pillar.
"I'll go first!" Dai Mubai said with a confident laugh. "If we were afraid of death, we wouldn't have come to Sea God Island in the first place!"
With that, he stepped forward toward the Sacred Pillar.
Seahorse Douluo watched him silently. Then, with a flick of his fingers, a sharp streak of blue light shot onto Dai Mubai's body.
In the next moment, the Sacred Pillar erupted with glowing light, starting from the base. First blue, then white, followed by yellow. Simultaneously, the inscriptions on the pillar began to glow, shifting with light in different colors.
After the yellow came purple. Upon reaching the purple level, the speed of the ascending light noticeably slowed. Eventually, it climbed even higher—reaching the black level!
Finally, the light stopped at the black tier.
A beam of black light burst out from the pillar, forming a black curtain of light in front of Dai Mubai. Within it, lines of golden script floated and danced before condensing into a mark that embedded itself into his forehead—a black six-pointed star about the size of a thumb.
Dai Mubai trembled slightly as if he had sensed something deep within.
Seahorse Douluo's brows furrowed. He looked at Dai Mubai and shook his head slightly.
"It's a Black Level Six Test," he announced.
His voice carried a mix of surprise and concern.
Seeing the confused expressions of the others, Seahorse Douluo explained in a calm tone:
"The assessments are divided by color levels. Black level is one of the most difficult assessments, with the highest mortality rate. In the entire history of Sea God Island, only seven people have successfully passed the Black Level Test—those seven are our current Seven Sacred Pillar Guardians."
He paused and added solemnly, "And the Black Level Six Test… is even harder."
In other words, Dai Mubai's odds of passing were slim—his chance of survival, even slimmer.
As Seahorse Douluo had already warned, these assessments could not be declined once accepted. There was no turning back.
Wang Feng, watching silently, understood that the black light curtain and golden script represented the divine power of the Sea God.
He couldn't help but think back to his own experience in the Rakshasa Secret Realm. The divine power bestowed by the Rakshasa God had been partially absorbed by the blood mark on his Dark Angel Martial Soul, and in the end, he had only received a single trial.
Would the power of –the Sea God also be absorbed by the blood mark?
He thought about it deeply… but ultimately shook his head. It seemed unlikely.
After all, Sea God's divine power was fundamentally different—perhaps even stronger than that of the Rakshasa God. More importantly, their natures were polar opposites.
The Rakshasa's power was evil, closely aligned with the darkness of Wang Feng's blood mark.
But Sea God's power was holy and pure—completely incompatible.
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