Chapter 122 Bibi Dong
The seawater was no longer its usual blue, but shimmered with a faint golden holy light. On its surface, golden runes flickered like stars.
A phantom of the "Temple of the Sea God," entirely formed from golden seawater and the light of faith, stood at the center of the spiritual ocean.
Within the temple, her core of consciousness—a miniature, crystalline phantom of Poseidon with a golden trident mark between her brows—sat on a throne, radiating a boundless divine consciousness surpassing that of a demigod, filled with holiness and wisdom!
The Divine Consciousness of the Sea God!
This consciousness was not only powerful, but also possessed immense divinity and assimilative power.
She could easily soothe the emotions of raging sea beasts, purify souls corrupted by resentment, and even vaguely communicate with the "collective will" of the entire ocean.
Her talent, "Eye of the Sea God," activated.
Deep within her azure eyes, a faint golden trident phantom flashed by.
As far as her eyes could see, the flow of energy, the essential composition of things, and even simple causal relationships became clearer. Her perception of darkness, evil, and devouring entities became exceptionally acute, allowing her to instinctively analyze their weaknesses and methods of counteraction.
More importantly, her connection with the Sea God's divine position was closer than ever before.
She could feel the Sea God's unseen attention and a barely perceptible hint of approval, and through some mysterious channel, she could sense the prayers of devout Sea God followers scattered across the continent and the sea.
She could even attempt to mobilize this power of faith; though limited, it was enough to play a crucial role at certain moments.
Her understanding of the laws of the ocean surged like a floodgate opening, at an unprecedented speed.
The ebb and flow of tides, the direction of ocean currents, the pressure and buoyancy of seawater, the birth and cycle of life… all these laws and mysteries flowed, analyzed, and merged automatically within her heart.
As all the transformations slowly subsided, the golden pillar of light began to recede and dissipate.
Poseidon still stood at the bow, dressed in snow-white robes, her blue hair as blue as the sea, her beauty unparalleled.
But the aura surrounding her had undergone a complete transformation. Her already unfathomable majesty had gained a touch of holiness and transcendence; beneath her gentle and peaceful demeanor lay a vast power sufficient to govern the order of the ocean and judge evil.
She slowly raised a hand, palm upward, and with a slight thought, the sea within a radius of dozens of miles instantly became as calm as a mirror, as if even the wind had stopped breathing.
Immediately afterward, beneath the surface, undercurrents surged, and countless seawaters converged, condensing above her palm into a fist-sized, yet seemingly as heavy as a mountain, deep blue water sphere containing the flowing stars and the sea.
The water sphere spun gently, radiating a breathtaking energy fluctuation, yet she controlled it perfectly, not letting a single drop leak out.
This was the purest control of the water element, touching the level of laws, far exceeding the scope of ordinary Title Douluo's soul skills.
Poseidon gently clenched her fist, and the water sphere silently dissipated, transforming into the finest water molecules and returning to the sea.
She turned to look at the accompanying personnel and the Seagod Island's guardian soul masters on the ship behind her, still immersed in shock and ecstasy.
These people were all elites of Seagod Island, their faces flushed with excitement, their gazes filled with boundless reverence and fervor.
"High Priestess!"
An elderly guardian Douluo stepped forward, his voice trembling, "The Seagod has manifested! You have received an unparalleled blessing! This is a blessing for Seagod Island, a blessing for the ocean!"
Poseidon smiled gently, a warm and holy smile that seemed to dispel all gloom.
"It is the sea god's favor, and also an increased responsibility." Her voice was soft yet clear, echoing throughout the ship.
"The Demon Emperor's birth has stirred the deep seas, causing panic on the continent. We have come by the sea god's command, meant to maintain balance and protect. Now, empowered by divine grace, we must fulfill our duties and live up to the sea god's expectations."
She gazed towards the continent, a profound glint in her azure eyes.
"Accelerate! Target: the eastern coast of the Heavenly Dou Empire, near the waters of Han Hai City."
"Yes!" All crew members responded in unison, their morale soaring.
The ship once again cut through the waves, its speed nearly twice as fast as before. A pale golden halo enveloped the hull, easily pushing away or purifying any approaching raging sea beasts and undercurrents.
Poseidon stood once more at the bow, her dress fluttering, her gaze calmly fixed on the horizon.
She knew that the journey to the continent would be far from easy.
The Demon Emperor's hatred and murderous intent are ever-present. Various forces across the continent harbor different intentions: the Spirit Hall, the two great empires, the three upper sects… all hope to use her power to fight the Demon Emperor, yet each may have their own calculations.
She, bearing the mission of the Sea Goddess, upholding the order of the ocean, must seek a balance among the various forces, restrain the Demon Emperor, guide the deep sea, protect faith, and shelter the innocent.
The road ahead is long and turbulent.
But her will is as firm as a rock, her faith as deep as the ocean.
Having received divine grace, she will act according to divine will.
Let this storm sweeping across the continent and the ocean be infused with a ray of… hope and order by her, the newly appointed one on the list.
The light of the Sea God has already descended.
And the gears of fate between the continent and the deep sea begin to turn faster with her arrival.
Above the sky, the dark purple spiderweb-like ranking list has not yet completely dissipated, and an even deeper, more terrifying wave surges up from the direction of Spirit City!
This anomaly didn't originate from the celestial rankings, but from the earth itself, from the sacred ground of soul masters that had stood in the western part of the continent for hundreds of years—the Papal Palace of Martial Soul City!
"Boom—!!!"
A dark purple pillar of divine power, ten times thicker than the pillar that appeared when the rankings descended, exceeding a thousand meters in diameter, erupted from the depths of the Papal Palace, shooting straight into the sky and once again dyeing the sky, which had just begun to regain its brightness, a strange dark purple!
Within the pillar of light, countless spider shadows writhed, the aura of death and the fluctuations of souls intertwining, forming a series of chilling illusions—mountains of bones piled high, the wailing of the dead; souls torn apart and devoured, becoming nourishment; gods and demons falling, heaven and earth weeping blood…
Even more terrifying, in the center of the pillar of light, a dark purple phantom ten thousand feet tall could be vaguely seen!
The phantom had a human body and a spider's abdomen, eight spider legs supporting the heavens and earth like pillars, a death scythe in its left hand, a soul chain in its right, and wore a crown of thorns. Its face was blurred, yet it exuded endless majesty and…evil!
The phantom of the Rakshasa God!
Although it was merely a projection of a phantom, the terrifying pressure emanating from a first-level deity still caused the souls of all living beings within a thousand miles to tremble, involuntarily prostrating themselves on the ground!
"That...that's...a phantom of a deity?!"
"Rakshasa God! It's Rakshasa God!"
"Your Holiness the Pope...she's breaking through?!"
The various forces across the continent, having just recovered from the shock of Bibi Dong's appearance on the list, were once again utterly stunned by this sudden change!
In the Heavenly Dou Empire, Emperor Xue Ye, who had just managed to sit up, slumped back down.
(End of Chapter)