Chapter 516.
"Stop? There's no stopping for me!"
Wang Feng had helped them keep up. He had done his best. But some things were simply too far apart to bridge completely.
At this moment, Wang Feng –was walking alongside Seahorse Douluo, quietly investigating the internal structure of Sea God Island.
"Our Sea God Island has a total of seven cities," Seahorse Douluo explained.
"None are particularly large—each has just over a thousand inhabitants. They're governed by our seven Sacred Pillar Douluo. Each city is protected by roughly 500 sea soul masters. The rest of the population is mainly made up of the elderly and children."
As Wang Feng listened, he was stunned.
Is this Sea God Island… seriously this strong?
Just the number of combat-ready sea spirit masters was at least 3,500—possibly close to 4,000. That was more than the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Clan! In fact, even facing ten thousand regular soul masters, Sea God Island would have nothing to fear.
Even if Bibi Dong came knocking would she even be able to do anything?
Wang Feng quietly let out a breath of relief.
With this level of strength, there's no way Bibi Dong would march all the way here. Even if she did, she couldn't possibly take Sea God Island—unless she became a god.
But that possibility, at least within three years, seemed far-fetched. Knowing this gave Wang Feng a rare sense of security.
"Sea God Island is really powerful," Hu Liena commented. "Even the strongest sects on the mainland don't have this many soul masters."
"True," she continued, turning to Seahorse Douluo. "But senior, do your sea soul masters never leave the island? When we arrived, I saw what looked like a port on the far side…"
Seahorse Douluo chuckled.
"Of course our island's soul masters don't usually leave. But outside soul masters do come here. That port you saw is the hub of that connection. Many who come here and fail the Sacred Pillar assessments are exiled from the island—but they remain soul masters nonetheless. Many of them form a crucial bridge between Sea God Island and the outside world."
He added, "As you've seen, there are different assessment levels: white, yellow, purple, and black. These reflect the innate potential and strength of each individual."
The group nodded in understanding. The harsher the trial, the stronger the candidate.
"Up ahead is Seahorse City," Seahorse Douluo continued. "It's the smallest of the seven cities. I've already prepared a residence for you. You'll have a couple of days to rest and adjust. After that, we'll talk about your assessments. In the meantime, get to know Sea God Island."
"The details of your assessment are embedded in the mark you received. Once you focus your spiritual energy on it, the content will reveal itself. New tasks will appear once previous ones are completed."
Wang Feng looked at the city ahead. "City" might be an exaggeration—in his eyes, it resembled a large town more than anything. According to Seahorse Douluo, this was the smallest of the seven. The largest, Sea Dragon City, had only about 2,000 residents. Still not a "city" by mainland standards.
However, the architecture was quite extraordinary. The buildings were all uniquely shaped, clearly inspired by various sea soul beasts. They looked like something out of a fantasy painting.
After Seahorse Douluo left, the same yellow-clothed soul master who had first spotted Wang Feng's group earlier led them to a seahorse-shaped house. They walked through the mouth of the seahorse structure into a well-furnished interior, complete with separated rooms and living essentials.
"Your food is free," the soul master explained. "Sea God Island has no shortage of supplies. However, if you want anything else—tools, items, resources—you'll need to trade for them. Mainland currency holds no value here. Feel free to explore the island."
Once he left, Xie Yue, Yan, and Hu Liena raised a light spirit power barrier around themselves and Wang Feng.
"The Nine Trials of the Sea God…" Xie Yue mused.
"From the name alone, I'd say it's what that referred to. A god's inheritance… perhaps passing all nine trials means one becomes the Sea God himself?"
It wasn't hard to guess. The name alone revealed a lot.
"If that's true, then stopping Tang San's assessment will be nearly impossible," he continued.
"Especially since the Great Priestess of Sea God Island personally approved him. That kind of endorsement means the Sea God Island has his back completely."
He shook his head.
"Well, our task is to pass the assessments and improve ourselves. Stopping Tang San… that's the White Pontiff's responsibility."
At least, judging by what they had seen today, that High Priest seemed to lean more toward favoring the White Pontiff's goals as well. Even though Brother Feng had received only two trials, they were still Sea God trials.
"Let's focus on understanding the assessment and the layout of the island," Wang Feng instructed. "I'll suspend your training for now. This assessment is your top priority. Don't get distracted by anything else."
The three nodded in agreement.
Two days passed quickly.
Wang Feng had begun to adjust to life on Sea God Island. The island's natural energy was incredibly abundant—perfect for cultivation. Especially near the Sacred Pillars, the energy grew even more intense. No wonder Seahorse Douluo chose to cultivate under one.
The people here were also kind and welcoming. This place truly felt like a paradise.
But more than that…
Sea God Island's power was undeniably overwhelming.
Wang Feng was well aware that the Wraith Tribe only had around a thousand soul masters. Yet Sea God Island possessed three times that number—a truly staggering force.
On the third day, Seahorse Douluo sent two purple-clothed soul masters to assist the two separate groups with their assessments.
These purple-clothed soul masters both wielded Swordfish Martial Spirits Soul, known for their strong offensive capabilities. Moreover, they were both Soul Saints, having reached the seventieth rank.
Among the ranks on Sea God Island, purple-clothed soul masters stood just below black-clothed ones in status and strength.
In the central square of Seahorse City, one of the purple-clothed soul masters stepped forward and addressed both groups:
"Seahorse Douluo has instructed me to explain the details of your assessments. If anything is unclear, feel free to ask. Now, each of you, please state the content of your first test."
On the other side of the square, Tang San and his group were also gathered.
"I must ascend through the Sea God's Light… a total of one hundred and forty steps," said Dai Mubai.
Upon hearing this, the two purple-clothed soul masters were visibly stunned. A cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.
"The first test is the Sea God's Light, and that many steps? That's a black-level assessment… the rest of you—surely yours aren't the same?"
But one after another, Tang San's group nodded in confirmation.
All of their first trials involved ascending the Sea God's Light, and most of them had to climb around 140 steps.
However, Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing were exceptions—they had to climb 160 steps.
Bai Chenxiang's test was comparatively easier, requiring less than half the number of steps, but with additional conditions.
Shen Lingqi had to climb 100 steps.
Then there was Tang San—his required climb was more than double that of the others: 350 steps.
When the two purple-clothed soul masters heard this, they stood rooted to the spot in shock.
They turned to look at the three people standing beside Wang Feng—Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan.
Although they too had received black-level assessments, theirs were entirely different.
Instead of ascending the Sea God's Light, their test involved enduring the Sea God's Lock by diving between 700 to 1,000 meters deep in the central waters.
Upon hearing this, even the purple-clothed soul masters twitched slightly—this was clearly no less difficult.
Finally, they turned their gaze to Wang Feng, whose trident mark faintly glowed between his eyebrows. One of them couldn't help but ask:
"What about your assessment?"
Wang Feng remained silent.
The Sea God's Locks were legendary. They were massive chains that sprawled across hundreds of miles of the central sea area of Sea God Island. Each one weighed several thousand kilograms and was made of an extremely tough, spirit-refined alloy.
Historically, these chains were used to bind and suppress powerful, aggressive sea soul beasts that attacked Sea God Island. Once captured, they were imprisoned under the sea using these chains. Afterward, some of them would be "educated" and transformed into docile protectors of the island.
But not all sea beasts were willing to change.
Those too wild or resistant were left imprisoned—until they ultimately became soul rings for Sea God Island's soul masters.
To endure the Sea God's Lock and sink several hundred meters into the sea while shackled was a task so grueling it was almost legendary.
Compared to climbing a staircase of holy light, this trial was no easier—perhaps even more dangerous.
The two purple-clothed soul masters looked at Wang Feng, noting the faint trident-shaped mark glowing between his brows. A thought struck them simultaneously—
Could it be that his assessment is also different from the others?
Meanwhile, Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan also turned to look at Wang Feng. Over the past few days on Sea God Island, they had gathered some knowledge about the Sea God's Lock. But deep down, none of them had felt particularly threatened by it.
Now, they were genuinely curious— What kind of test did the White Pontiff receive? After all, he held a God-level assessment.
Wang Feng remained silent for a few moments before finally speaking:
"My assessment is to pass through the Sea God's Light and enter the Sea God Temple."
The two purple-clothed soul masters froze for a moment.
Not the Sea God's Lock? Their expressions turned from confusion to complete disbelief.
"Pass through the Sea God's Light and enter the Sea God Temple?" one of them repeated.
They both drew in a sharp breath.
"This this is just the first assessment?"
Even Hu Liena looked visibly surprised.
"Is this assessment that difficult?" she asked cautiously.
The conversation had caught the attention of Tang San and his group. They weren't far off and had been resting nearby. Hearing the mention of the Sea God Temple, they exchanged glances.
"Sea God Temple?" Ma Hongjun muttered. "Where exactly is that?"
He looked to Tang San, hoping he might know more.
Everyone had taken time during the past two days to recover from the journey, but they had also used the opportunity to gather information about Sea God Island and their own assessments.
Tang San's face turned serious.
"The Sea God Temple is located at the summit of Sea God Mountain. We're supposed to ascend the Sea God's Light—but we don't know exactly how many steps there are. I've heard that only soul masters who pass at least the purple-level assessments are allowed to climb that mountain and worship in the Sea God Temple."
"If you're unqualified, you'll be blocked by the Sea God's Light."
He had gathered this information from the locals over the past two days. But even they knew very little—because so few people had ever reached that place.
"...Then doesn't that mean his assessment is multiple times more difficult than ours?" Ma Hongjun asked, half-joking.
"Still," he added with a grin, "this White Pontiff Wang Wu is seriously strong. It's normal for his test to be tougher. But I kinda hope he fails to climb it… just to see him fall flat in the first test!"
Tang San didn't respond to the joke. His gaze stayed fixed on the two purple-clothed soul masters, whose faces had gone pale with disbelief.
They must know the truth, Tang San thought. Just how many steps are there?
Indeed—they knew the real number.
The Sea God Mountain had exactly one thousand and one steps.
And that was without considering the Sea God's Light acting as a powerful barrier.
Climbing that height was no small feat, even for the strongest.
The soul masters exchanged a glance, then muttered in disbelief:
"It's not a matter of difficulty anymore…"
One of them sighed.
"This is what we call an impossible trial. Just climbing Sea God Light Mountain—without the Sea God's Light—is exhausting for most of us. With the Sea God's Light acting as a constant resistance? Even making it past 200 or 300 steps is nearly impossible."
Hu Liena and the others were stunned.
They couldn't hide their surprise.
"These two soul saints can't even climb two or three hundred steps?"
They glanced at the two purple-clothed soul masters, still in disbelief.
"And the White Pontiff's first test is one thousand and one steps?!"
Just as the shock began to settle among the group, Wang Feng spoke again, his tone calm:
"That is only part of the first test."
Everyone: "…"
The two purple-clothed soul masters froze, utterly speechless.
Part?
There are still more segments… in just the first test?!
This is absurd!
Before anyone could respond, Wang Feng continued:
"The second part is to withstand the three Sea God's Locks and sink 5,500 meters."
A cold silence fell. The two purple-clothed sea spirit masters unconsciously swallowed hard.
They knew the three Sea God's Locks—each one weighed tens of thousands of catties. And sinking to 5,500 meters was no joke.
Yes, compared to the vast depth of the ocean, 5,500 meters might not seem extreme. But in the central waters of Sea God Island, it was a different matter entirely.
That region sat directly beneath Sea God Mountain.
The mountain's immense pressure suppressed the entire sea area, trapping various dangerous sea soul beasts—not just with the Sea God's Locks, but also under its crushing weight.
Only with both the Sea God's Locks and the suppression of Sea God Mountain could those beasts be kept in check.
This meant Wang Feng's second test wasn't just about pressure—it involved surviving a dead zone, where breathing was nearly impossible, soul power was rapidly consumed, and both the water pressure and spiritual oppression were life-threatening.
Even sinking to 1,000 meters, like Hu Liena had to during her Black Level Sixth Test, was considered an extremely dangerous challenge. Compared to climbing the Sea God's Light and reaching over a hundred steps, it was no less difficult.
And yet, Wang Feng was required to descend over 5,500 meters, wearing three Sea God's Locks, all while facing the ocean's crushing power and the psychic suppression of the Sea God's will.
Even for soul sages, like the purple-clothed sea spirit masters—whose martial spirits were swordfish, and could naturally dive deeper into the sea—it was nearly impossible.
If it's –this hard for sea soul masters… what about a land soul master like Wang Feng?
The difficulty was on another level entirely.
"This first assessment it's basically impossible…" one of the purple-clothed soul masters murmured.
There was even a hint of sympathy in their eyes.
Though this was only the first time they'd encountered a God level assessment, just hearing about it made it clear—it was significantly more demanding than even Tang San's Sea God Nine Trials.
Over on the other side, Tang San's group had clearly overheard everything.
"Could it be that the Sea God realized these Soul Hall people are dangerous and deliberately set such a cruel trial to make things difficult for him?" someone whispered.
They looked at each other—faces puzzled and conflicted.
Suddenly, their own assessments didn't seem so hard anymore.
"What's so strange about it? I hope he gets crushed by the pressure and dies down there," Oscar quipped with a dark chuckle.
"Sure, it's easier for sea soul masters to survive underwater, but for us land soul masters? That kind of trial is just suicide. Even without knowing the full details, it's obvious… that test is—" he snorted, "well-deserved."
Ning Rongrong, who had been silently brooding, suddenly perked up. She recalled the numerous intimate moments she had unknowingly shared with the man she mistook for Wang Feng—the White Pontiff.
Now, with rising anger and embarrassment, she gritted her teeth.
"I swear I'm going to chop that bastard up into pieces! I treated him like Wang Feng and even—ugh!"
She shook her fists in frustration, then turned to Zhu Zhuqing.
"Zhuqing, doesn't this make you feel a little better?"
Zhu Zhuqing, quiet until now, pressed a hand to her chest and nodded slowly.
"Mm. He… deserves it."
The group was still processing what they had just heard, sighing and venting their complicated feelings—when suddenly, Wang Feng spoke again.
"And the final part..."
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