Chapter 407: Sea God Trident! Spirit City Urgent Report!
Tang Chuan looked at the giant Sea God phantom, his expression remaining calm.
He did not use the Ten Thousand Currents Returning to Silence.
He also did not use the Evil Spirit Orca King Soul Bone.
Because he knew that High Priestess was not an enemy.
This was not a life-or-death battle, but a trial.
He slowly raised his right hand.
Among his nine Soul Rings, the seventh Soul Ring lit up.
That was a white-gold Soul Ring.
A million year spirit ring from the Tianmeng Ice Silkworm.
Hum—
An invisible spiritual ripple spread out.
The Life Domain behind Tang Chuan suddenly condensed, no longer expanding outward, but instead focusing entirely on his own body. The next moment, his ninth Soul Ring also lit up.
The Deep Sea Demon Whale King's million year spirit ring erupted with deep blue-gold light.
"Ninth Spirit Skill."
"Abyss, Sea-Fixing."
Boom!
Sea God Mountain beneath Tang Chuan's feet shook violently.
The originally violent and boiling seawater instantly calmed down.
It was not frozen, but suppressed. The Ring Sea, the outer sea, the endless ocean in the distance—all water flows seemed to have heard a new command at this moment.
They no longer responded to High Priestess.
Instead, they simultaneously returned to calm.
High Priestess's expression finally changed.
The trident in the Sea God phantom's hand had already fallen, but having lost the reinforcement of the ocean's power, the power of that strike instantly diminished by thirty percent.
Tang Chuan raised his hand.
The Blue Silver Grass in his palm transformed into a cyan-gold longsword.
He slashed out with one sword.
There was no earth-shattering momentum.
There was only a beam of pure, ultimate cyan-gold sword light.
The sword light streaked across the sky, colliding with the trident in the Sea God phantom's hand.
Crack—
A crisp shattering sound rang out.
The trident in the Sea God phantom's hand began to crumble inch by inch from the tip.
Immediately after, the entire phantom was split in two by the cyan-gold sword light.
Blue-gold light scattered across the sky.
High Priestess let out a muffled groan, her figure falling from mid-air.
Tang Chuan took a step forward, raised his hand to gently support, and a Blue Silver Grass sprouted from the ground, turning into a soft vine that caught High Priestess's falling body.
High Priestess landed on the ground, her face somewhat pale.
She was not seriously injured.
Because Tang Chuan had held back his strength at the last moment, but she knew that she had lost.
She had lost completely.
Even with the help of Sea God Island's power, she still could not block the current Tang Chuan.
High Priestess looked at the young man in front of her, her eyes filled with shock and relief.
After a long while, she spoke slowly:
"You won."
As the words fell.
Above Sea God Temple, a magnificent blue-gold pillar of light suddenly descended, enveloping Tang Chuan's entire body.
A majestic voice resounded between heaven and earth.
"Sea God's Sixth Trial: Defeat Sea God Island High Priest, High Priestess, completed."
"Reward: Sea God affinity increased by 15%."
"Current Sea God affinity: 90%."
"All Soul Ring age limits increased."
"Sea God's Seventh Trial initiated."
The moment the voice fell, the nine Soul Rings around Tang Chuan lit up simultaneously.
The light of each Soul Ring became deeper, especially those million year spirit rings; their aura increased again, like divine rings hanging behind him.
And the Sea God mark on Tang Chuan's forehead also transformed from its original pale gold to a brilliant blue-gold. Sea God affinity: 90%.
Only the final step remained to truly inherit the Sea God Position.
But just when everyone thought the trial was temporarily over, that majestic voice sounded again.
"Sea God's Seventh Trial: Divine Artifact Recognition."
"Trial content: Go to Sea God Temple and pull out the Sea God Trident."
"He who pulls out the Sea God Trident will gain the Divine Artifact's recognition and officially possess the qualification to inherit the Sea God Position."
"If you fail, the Sea God Legacy will be terminated."
Sea God Trident.
Hearing these four words, the Seven Sacred Pillar Douluo raised their heads simultaneously, shock appearing on their faces like never before.
The Sea God Trident was not an ordinary Divine Artifact; it was the true divine weapon left behind by Sea God Poseidon, and also the most important stage in the Sea God Legacy inheritance.
For countless years, the Sea God Trident had been sleeping inside Sea God Temple.
Apart from the person who truly gained the Divine Artifact's recognition, no one could pull it out.
Even High Priestess could not truly use it.
High Priestess looked at Tang Chuan, her expression becoming solemn.
"The seventh trial has finally arrived."
Tang Chuan looked up at Sea God Temple.
The doors of Sea God Temple were tightly shut.
Behind the doors, an ancient, vast, and indescribably heavy aura seemed to be Awakening.
That aura echoed with the Sea God mark on his forehead.
But at the same time, it also carried a sense of scrutiny.
It was as if the true Sea God's will was waiting for him deep within the temple.
High Priestess slowly stood straight.
"Tang Chuan, the Sea God Trident weighs 108,000 catties."
"But what is truly terrifying about it is not its weight."
"It is the Divine Will. If you cannot gain the Divine Artifact's recognition, no matter how strong your power is, you cannot pull it out."
Tang Chuan nodded.
"I understand."
High Priestess looked at him deeply.
"There is one more thing."
"When pulling out the Sea God Trident, you cannot rely on external forces."
"You cannot use Soul Bones."
"You cannot rely on others."
"You cannot even rely solely on Soul Power to force it."
"All you can rely on is yourself, and your understanding of the Sea God Legacy."
Tang Chuan did not speak.
He just stepped toward Sea God Temple.
The stone steps in front of Sea God Temple were very long.
One step after another, leading to the deepest part of the mountaintop.
With every step he took, Tang Chuan could feel a heavy pressure landing on his body.
That did not come from Soul Power.
It came from belief.
The Sea God Legacy was asking him.
Why do you want to become a god?
Is it for power?
Is it for authority?
Is it to be above all living beings?
Or is it for protection?
Tang Chuan walked forward step by step.
Many images appeared in his mind.
In Holy Soul Village, those who once looked down on Blue Silver Grass.
In Notting Academy, Master's self-righteous theories.
In the Soul Hunting Forest, the unwilling cries of Soul Beasts before they died.
On the continent's battlefield, countless ordinary people turning into dust in the wars of Soul Masters.
And Tang San.
The person who also awakened the Blue Silver Grass, but walked step by step toward paranoia and madness.
Tang Chuan's eyes were calm.
He was not becoming a god to prove he was high and mighty.
Nor was it to enjoy the worship of all beings after trampling all his enemies.
He just wanted to tell this World.
Weakness should not be a reason to be sacrificed.
Blue Silver Grass should not forever be called a trash Martial Soul.
Life should not be trampled upon at will by so-called strong people.
When he reached the last stone step, the doors of Sea God Temple opened on their own.
Rumble—
The heavy doors opened to both sides.
An ancient aura rushed toward him.
There was no extra decoration inside the temple.
Only a giant Sea God statue.
Beneath the statue, a trident was quietly inserted in the center of the ground.
It was pitch black all over, looking not ornate, even appearing somewhat simple.
But in the center of the trident, a diamond-shaped gemstone emitted a faint blue-gold light.
That light was not strong.
But it was as if it were the center of the entire ocean.
The moment Tang Chuan stepped into the temple, the entire Sea God Temple went quiet.
The Seven Sacred Pillar Douluo did not dare to follow inside.
High Priestess also just stood outside the door, quietly watching his back.
Because in this stage, no one could help him.
Tang Chuan walked to the Sea God Trident.
The closer he got to it, the more he could feel that terrifying weight.
108,000 catties.
This was only its weight in the human World.
What was truly pressing down on the trident was the Sea God's will, the rules of the ocean, the divinity condensed from the faith of Sea God Island over countless years.
Tang Chuan reached out and grasped the handle of the trident.
Cold.
Heavy.
Vast.
The moment his palm touched the trident.
An ancient voice suddenly rang in his mind.
"Latecomer."
"Do you know what pulling out this trident means?"
Tang Chuan was not surprised.
He closed his eyes and responded calmly.
"It means I will truly step onto the Sea God's path."
The voice continued to ask:
"The Sea God governs the ocean."
"The ocean nurtures life, and also devours life. If you inherit the Sea God Position, will you use the ocean's might to suppress all living beings, or use the ocean's virtue to protect all living beings?"
Tang Chuan slowly opened his eyes.
Blue Silver Grass gently appeared in his palm.
The roots of the Blue Silver Grass drooped, touching the cold floor of the Sea God Temple.
"The ocean is not meant to suppress all living beings."
"Life is not meant to be dominated by gods."
"The ocean can be angry, can judge, and can engulf all sins."
"But a true Sea God should not only make people fearful."
"It must also let people know that in desperate situations, there is still a way to survive."
The voice fell silent.
The blue-gold gemstone in the center of the Sea God Trident suddenly lit up.
An indescribable pressure instantly pressed down on Tang Chuan.
Boom!
The ground beneath Tang Chuan's feet cracked.
His arm sank slightly.
The weight of 108,000 catties erupted completely at this moment.
Not only that, a vast Divine Will also surged from the Sea God Trident, rushing into Tang Chuan's Sea of Consciousness.
The scene before his eyes changed suddenly.
Tang Chuan seemed to be in the boundless ocean.
The sky collapsed, and waves were towering.
A vague divine shadow stood at the end of the ocean, holding the trident, looking down at him.
"Prove it to me."
"You are qualified to master the ocean."
The waves crashed down.
That was not ordinary waves.
In every drop of water, there was Sea God coercion.
Tang Chuan did not retreat.
He stood under the endless waves, Blue Silver Grass growing wildly behind him.
One stalk.
Ten stalks.
A hundred stalks.
Ten thousand stalks.
Finally, endless Blue Silver Grass spread out in the ocean.
They took root in the waves, took root on the seabed, took root at the boundary between death and life.
Waves can destroy rocks, but they cannot destroy the endless grass.
Tang Chuan raised his head and looked at that divine shadow.
"I do not need to conquer the ocean."
"Because life comes from the ocean in the first place."
Boom—
Cyan-gold light erupted.
The endless Blue Silver Grass merged with the ocean.
The originally violent waves became calm at this moment.
The divine shadow looked down at him.
After a moment, it seemed to laugh.
The next instant, all illusions shattered.
Inside Sea God Temple.
Tang Chuan suddenly opened his eyes.
He was still holding the Sea God Trident.
But this time, the trident body was no longer cold.
The blue-gold gemstone in the center of the trident erupted with unprecedented light.
Outside the door, High Priestess's expression changed, and the Sacred Pillar Douluo also felt simultaneously that the ocean power of the entire Sea God Island was frantically gathering toward Sea God Temple.
Tang Chuan held the handle of the trident with both hands, and the ground beneath his feet cracked inch by inch.
He slowly exerted force.
One inch.
Two inches.
Three inches.
The Sea God Trident, which had been sleeping for countless years, finally began to slowly pull out of the ground.
The entire Sea God Island shook violently.
The Ring Sea surged.
The Seven Sacred Pillars lit up simultaneously.
Countless Sea Spirit Beasts poked their heads out of the sea, bowing toward the direction of Sea God Mountain.
Tears welled up in High Priestess's eyes, and she murmured:
"Sea God Trident..."
"It was really pulled out."
Inside Sea God Temple, Tang Chuan gave a low shout.
"Rise!"
Boom!
The Sea God Trident completely left the ground.
In an instant, the entire Sea God Temple was swallowed by blue-gold light.
Tang Chuan stood in the center of the light, holding the trident, the Sea God mark on his forehead as brilliant as a star.
At this moment, he seemed to have truly become the center of the ocean.
The majestic voice resounded through heaven and earth again.
"Sea God's Seventh Trial, Divine Artifact Recognition, completed."
"Reward: Sea God Trident recognition."
"Sea God affinity increased by 5%."
"Current Sea God affinity: 95%."
"Sea God's Eighth Trial initiated."
"Trial content: Cut off worldly obsessions, condense the Sea God's Heart."
"After completing the eighth trial, the final Legacy will be unlocked."
The voice fell.
Tang Chuan slowly lowered his head, looking at the Sea God Trident in his hand.
On the trident body, blue-gold divine patterns appeared bit by bit.
The heavy Divine Artifact seemed to be connected to his Bloodline at this moment.
And at the same time, from the direction of the distant continent, a faint yet pungent Rakshasa aura suddenly came along the life network of the Blue Silver Grass.
Tang Chuan's eyes moved slightly.
In that instant, he seemed to see a city shrouded in black mist, saw countless extinguished lives, and also saw the seven undead standing behind Tang San.
His expression finally sank.
"Tang San."
The Sea God Trident emitted a low hum.
Outside Sea God Temple, High Priestess looked up at him.
"What happened?"
Tang Chuan gripped the trident tightly, his voice cold.
"Something happened on the continent."
"And, it is very serious."
The sea breeze suddenly turned cold.
Above Sea God Island, in the originally peaceful blue-gold radiance, a chilling killing intent appeared for the first time.
Spirit City.
The night was like ink.
Spirit City, which stood high in the center of the continent, had always been a Holy Land in the hearts of Soul Masters. The city was brightly lit, the streets were wide, and patrolling Soul Masters came and went endlessly; even though the continent was engulfed in the flames of war, this city still maintained an almost indifferent majesty.
But tonight, the atmosphere in Spirit City was suppressed to the extreme.
The city gates were tightly closed.
On the high walls, Spirit Hall knights stood with spears, their expressions grave. The common people in the city did not dare to go out, and all Soul Master families had received orders from the Priest Hall not to leave the city without authorization, not to pass intelligence privately, and even more so, not to approach the Priest Hall mountain.
Because just half an hour ago, a blood-stained urgent report was sent to the Priest Hall.
Deep inside the Priest Hall.
Golden candlelight burned quietly, a giant Angel God statue stood at the end of the main hall, six wings spread, the holy sword hanging down, and holy radiance shrouded the entire hall.
But at this moment, the atmosphere in the hall did not have a shred of holiness or peace.
Qian Daoliu sat on the main seat, his face dark.
He held the urgent report in his hand.
The edges of the paper had already been scorched black by his Soul Power.
On both sides of the hall, several High Priests stood straight, but no one dared to speak.
Qian Renxue stood beneath the Angel God statue, her long golden hair hanging behind her shoulders, her white-gold dress moving without wind, and the Angel mark on her forehead flickering slightly.
She had just completed her eighth trial not long ago, and the aura on her body was more unfathomable than ever.
If the Qian Renxue of the past was a noble and cold Angel successor.
Then she now truly possessed a few traces of a god's prototype.
Only at this moment, her expression was equally cold.
"Grandfather."
Qian Renxue looked at the urgent report in Qian Daoliu's hand and spoke slowly.
"Is the news true?"
Qian Daoliu did not answer immediately.
He was silent for a moment before handing the urgent report to Qian Renxue.
"See for yourself."
Qian Renxue took the urgent report.
The handwriting on it was very messy, clearly written in a hurry by the person who wrote the letter in extreme terror.
"Yunluo City, destroyed."
"Fengling City, destroyed."
"Heishui City, destroyed."
"Luoxia City, Baishi City, all turned into dead cities."
"The common people, Soul Masters, and garrison in the city, none survived."
"The corpses are intact, but the souls are all lost."
"Suspected to be the work of Tang San."
"He used the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe to harvest souls and refine undead. Xiao Wu, Bibi Dong, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, Tai Long, Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, and others are suspected to have been resurrected."
"But they all have no intelligence, shaped like undead Puppets, and their aura has reached the Titled Douluo level."
"Tang San is moving toward the hinterland of the continent."
"Please let Spirit City make a decision early."
Seeing the last sentence, Qian Renxue's fingers tightened slightly.
Golden flames rose from her fingertips.
That urgent report instantly turned to ash.
There was dead silence in the hall.
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