Six sacred pillars erupted with light that shot straight into the heavens.
Within that radiance—
Six towering figures stood, their auras vast and overwhelming.
"There is a ship heading straight for Sea God Island."
The speaker was an imposing man with damp, loose hair draped over his shoulders. His voice rolled in like the tide itself.
He was the foremost of the Seven Sacred Pillars—Sea Dragon Douluo.
The remaining five Sacred Pillar Guardians followed his gaze.
They saw sea Spirit Beasts—Demon Soul Great White Sharks and the like—rising and sinking around the island, blowing bubbles to relay information.
Titled sea Spirit Masters were innately attuned to the ocean.
Though they could not fully understand the language of sea Spirit Beasts, they could vaguely grasp their intent.
"The intruders are aggressive."
The Third Sacred Pillar, Sea Fantasy Douluo, frowned as he spoke.
"Could this be related to Sea Horse's death?"
"If they are enemies, then let them come and never return!"
The Second Sacred Pillar, Sea Spear Douluo, slammed his spear. His golden hair whipped in the wind, radiating razor-sharp killing intent.
Splash!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
One after another, the six leapt into the sea, raising waves hundreds of feet high.
The ocean surface churned violently—
Then slowly returned to a suffocating stillness.
The entire sea seemed to grow deeper and more unfathomable in that moment.
...
"Young man, ahead lies the thousand-meter forbidden zone of Demon Island. Hidden reefs are everywhere, and sea Spirit Beasts swarm the waters. I won't escort you any farther.
"How will you return, uncle?"
"I have my ways."
The old helmsman shook the salt from his cloth shirt and looked toward the approaching sails in the distance.
"I'll head back on my apprentice's escort ship. I wish you all a smooth journey."
With that—
He flipped himself into the sea. Faint Spirit Power surged forth, and his figure darted like a silver fish through the waves, already more than thirty meters away in the blink of an eye.
Earlier, the old helmsman had given them a rough lesson in ship handling.
Though Li Zhexian and the others were nowhere near as skilled, relying on their immense Spirit Power to forcibly control the ship allowed them to proceed steadily.
After sailing a bit farther,
the surrounding waters gradually shifted from clear to abyssal, as if concealing an endless depth that inspired dread.
Sea Spirit Beasts became increasingly numerous.
From afar,
fin-like dorsal silhouettes sliced through the waves, encircling the vessel with latent killing intent.
Even though everyone was confident in their cultivation,
this being their first time on the open sea, such a formation still made Yu Tianheng, Feng Buyu, and the others tense.
"We've been sailing for so long—why haven't we seen Sea God Island yet?!"
Huo Wushuang's voice carried both impatience and unease.
Across the boundless sea—
Thick fog suddenly rolled in without warning.
In just a few breaths—
The mist swallowed everything around them.
Visibility dropped to less than ten feet.
The ship felt like a lone leaf abandoned in an endless void, drifting helplessly through the haze as an indescribable panic spread through their hearts.
"This fog is far too unnatural!"
"How could such thick fog appear out of nowhere at sea?"
Yu Tianheng and the others grew alert, instinctively drawing closer to Li Zhexian.
"There is no need for panic," Li Zhexian lowered his gaze toward the sea. Complex sword makrs suddenly flowed within his eyes.
In his vision—
Hidden reefs crisscrossed beneath the surface like interlocking fangs.
And because he carried immense fortune, the ship always narrowly avoided each underwater killing hazard at the very last moment.
Woo—
Woo—
Within the vast fog,
an eerie flute sound suddenly drifted forth, sending chills down their spines.
The next instant,
the ship lurched violently.
Those sea Spirit Beasts that had been circling earlier seemed to have received a command, ramming the hull in unison.
Just as panic spread—
The dense fog silently split open, forming a narrow gap.
Through it—
A lush, beautiful island came into view, close at hand.
The sight—
Was like driftwood appearing before a drowning man.
"Zhexian—/Brother Zhexian—is that Sea God Island?!"
Before the words had even finished,
Zhu Zhuqing, Dugu Yan, Yu Tianheng, and the others all sensed something wrong, their expressions changing abruptly.
"How could things be that convenient?!"
"This is a trap to lure us onto the island!"
Li Zhexian looked at his companions with approval. To possess such perception and vigilance was no small feat.
Though he could pave a path to godhood for his friends,
the final outcome
would still depend on their own choices.
"That's right. Our movements were exposed long ago."
Li Zhexian's gaze swept across the sea fog and the island beyond.
His voice suddenly turned icy, carrying the echoes of dragon roars and sword howls as it thundered across the sea.
"Enough tricks—get out here!"
Within the shockwave of sound lay an annihilating sword intent of peerless spiritual power, expanding like an invisible domain.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The sea surface exploded outward with the ship at its center.
Amid towering waves echoed countless shrill screeches as Demon Soul Great White Sharks were grievously injured by sword qi. Blood instantly dyed the surrounding waters red.
From deep within the fog—
Two suppressed groans of pain rang out.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
The sound of tearing air followed.
A gloomy-faced man and a flute-holding woman with a fish tail tumbled awkwardly onto the deck.
They tried to struggle upright—
But Li Zhexian stepped forward, fingers merged into a sword seal.
A pale golden sword light burst from his fingertips—
Pointing straight at the woman's throat.
"Sacred Pillar Guardians of Sea God Island?"
The razor-sharp aura of the sword light sliced a shallow line across her neck, pale-blue blood slowly seeping out.
"You… you're the one who killed Sea Horse?!"
Li Zhexian gave a cold, silent confirmation.
"Just who are you? What power do you come from?!" The gloomy-faced man, vital points restrained by Yu Tianheng and Feng Xiaotian's weapons, snarled:
"Could it be that Spirit Hall still refuses to give up, trying to swallow Sea God Island?!"
"Let me tell you—this is pure delusion!"
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
As the fog gradually dispersed over the sea,
four towering pillars of water suddenly surged skyward, cascading down like waterfalls.
Amid the misty spray,
four figures stood atop the waves, forming a quadrilateral formation that surrounded the ship.
"Release Sea Fantasy and Sea Woman at once!"
Sea Spear Douluo roared like crashing surf, his voice stirring the tides.
He hurled his spear with ferocious force.
Wrapped in a howling aquatic vortex, it shot straight toward Li Zhexian.
Facing this sea-splitting strike—
Li Zhexian merely raised his hand slowly, intending to catch it barehanded.
"Arrogant!" Sea Spear Douluo snorted coldly.
His Nanuk Spear was the foremost weapon of offense among the Seven Sacred Pillars.
Even the High Priest herself—
Would never dare receive it empty-handed.
And yet—
The very next moment—
Under the stunned gazes of the Sacred Pillar Guardians—
Sword intent beyond their comprehension erupted from the white-robed youth's palm. The once-dominant spear trembled with a mournful cry as it was casually seized in his grip.
"That's impossible!!!"
Sea Spear Douluo cried out in shock. His face then changed drastically as blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
He watched as the youth's fingers tightened. His indestructible Nanuk Spear actually shattered inch by inch.
Crushing a top-tier tool Martial Soul with bare hands?! Just what level of powerhouse was this?!
Staring at the young man's youthful yet icy features, a tidal wave of disbelief surged through the hearts of the six Sacred Pillars.
They had thought
that Tang San was already an unparalleled genius of the continent.
Who would have imagined that the youth before them was even more monstrous?
Sword intent continued to flow within Li Zhexian's palm,
the lament of a shattered Martial Soul echoing in his ears.
And at that very moment—
from the direction of the island at the edge of their vision,
a colossal wave blotting out the sky surged forward.
Atop the crest of that tide,
a figure clad in red robes stood in silent stillness.
Her aura was deeper and more unfathomable than the entire vast sea itself…
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