Martial Soul City, Pope Palace.
Having just returned to the Pope Palace after visiting Yu Xiaogang, Bibi Dong was currently looking toward the direction of Douluo Hall with a gloomy expression.
A night had passed, and Yu Xiaogang had yet to wake up. This had already put Bibi Dong in a foul mood, and the two instances of Holy Light Illumination from Douluo Hall earlier had only made her even more irritable.
"Qian Daoliu, even if you have chosen my daughter, don't even think about stopping me!"
"Since your son ruined me, I will destroy everything belonging to your Angel Clan."
In the empty palace, Bibi Dong cursed viciously. As she vented her emotions, her noble and stunning face appeared terrifyingly distorted, with even streaks of blood appearing on it. Furthermore, a black phantom that could not be clearly seen emerged behind her, looking exceptionally eerie.
It took quite a while for her to calm her emotions. The blood streaks and the black shadow dissipated, and she returned to being that noble and decisive Pope.
Bibi Dong floated up and arrived at her desk, preparing to handle the day's official business.
She had just opened the first report, and upon reading its contents, her eyes could not help but light up.
"You've arrived at a truly opportune time."
"Qian Daoliu, just watch. The show is about to begin," a terrifying voice, sounding like a night owl, rang out once more. The massive black shadow that had previously vanished appeared again behind Bibi Dong, flickering in and out of existence.
Qian Renxue had already embarked on the path to godhood, and Bibi Dong's own long divine path was also nearing its end. As for Tang San, the Child of Destiny of the original timeline, where would he be at this moment?
Naturally, he was in the place guided by the gods.
God Realm, Sea God Hall.
A giant wearing a white robe with gold trim, wearing a trident-shaped ring on his head with a water-blue gemstone embedded in the center, was staring intently at the water mirror in front of him. In the image, a handsome young man with shoulder-length blue hair was in his place of inheritance, successfully communicating with the Seven God Pillars and receiving his inheritance trials.
Watching the young man in the image who had triggered the God Trial through his own potential, he exclaimed in surprise.
"Oh? He actually triggered the inheritance through his own power. This kid that Shura sent over is not bad at all!"
Originally, when the Shura God had come to him—Poseidon, the well-known tycoon of the God Realm and the world-renowned philanthropist—to help arrange a trial and cultivate someone, he had been wondering whether he should pull some strings and give him an upgrade. Who would have thought that this kid would be unexpectedly compatible with his own divine position! But how could Shura send such a talent to him? This was like a meat bun hitting a dog... No, that's not quite the right analogy, but that was the general idea.
He became interested. Then, his eyes surged with divine light, and his gaze, capable of containing the vast ocean, looked straight at the youth, discerning all his mysteries.
"Hiss—"
But when he saw the Blood Demon Seed floating deep within the youth's martial soul, he subconsciously gasped.
He is truly ruthless! Poseidon sighed with such emotion.
However, since Shura had done this, he wouldn't say anything more; he could only wish this young man good luck.
But as he watched, Poseidon thought of his own situation.
Now that the big brother seemed to have a plan, where was his own destined successor? He had had enough of this cage called the God Realm; he had wanted to run away for a long time! But after so many years, he had only seen one person capable of bearing the Sea God Power, yet this person had been sent by his big brother. This was too dramatic. Could he really turn against his brother for the sake of a small successor? Poseidon thought to himself.
Wait, Poseidon suddenly discovered a key point. He rubbed his chin and carefully pondered the process, finding that it might not be impossible! But should he really do this? Poseidon fell into a dilemma.
Poseidon's inner self began to split and argue. His conscience told him that his big brother trusted him so much that he shouldn't betray that trust. But his desire for freedom felt that the person in front of him was his hope to escape the cage! You use this to test a god? Which god could withstand such a test!!
Two little versions of himself began to fight within Poseidon, but it only took a moment for the winner to be decided. The conscience of Poseidon, who could suppress the vast ocean, was ultimately not very substantial. He laid his cards on the table: he, Poseidon, was done being a god. If his brother was in such a difficult spot, it was only reasonable for him, as the big brother, to help out!
As for his brothers and close friends? At worst, he would just pay more; giving them a larger "breakup fee" should be enough!
Looking at Tang San, who was rejoicing after learning the contents of the God Trial in the water mirror, Poseidon murmured.
"Kid, you must make me proud!"
As his voice fell, the water mirror shattered, and the Sea God Hall returned to silence.
In front of a certain city, on a carriage with an exquisite exterior, the driver called out to the interior.
"Little Yun, we've arrived."
Hearing the driver's reminder, Yun Ming stepped off the carriage, glanced at the three large characters engraved on the city gate, and after confirming he was in the right place, said to the driver.
"Uncle Wan, sorry for the trouble."
As he spoke, he took Gold Soul Coins from the Phoenix Cry Ring to pay the fare.
Seeing that Yun Ming had such a trick up his sleeve, the driver realized that the "simple" youth he had been chatting with as an equal and joking around with for the past two days was actually a Lord Soul Master. He hurriedly responded.
"No trouble, no trouble, Little Yun... Young Master, you are too polite."
Yun Ming looked at the driver, whose hands were trembling slightly, and pressed the money into his hand, saying.
"Thank you for your help over the past few days, Uncle Wan. This journey was very interesting."
Seeing Yun Ming's consistently calm attitude, the panic caused by his previous rudeness faded a little, though he remained somewhat tense.
"Young Master is too kind, these past few days..."
Seeing the driver looking as if he wanted to apologize for his previous rudeness, Yun Ming waved his hand to interrupt him.
"Alright, Uncle. I have things to do, goodbye."
With that, Yun Ming didn't care about the reaction of the driver surnamed Wan and headed straight into the city. Sometimes, when the gap in status is too large, staying away might be better for both parties! Yun Ming felt that after he left, the driver's heartbeat was no longer as violent, and he thought as much.
Looking at the sudden change in the middle-aged man's address and attitude, Yun Ming felt a bit emotional. This was the reality of this era; the class gap between Soul Masters, nobles, and commoners was like a natural barrier, and the hierarchy between people was very clear.
Yun Ming had no way to solve this for now; individual martial power could not resolve this problem. But it didn't matter; in the near future, change would begin. For now, he should handle the matters at hand.
Yun Ming looked at the city before him and whispered to himself.
"Gengxin City, I hope I can gain something here."
Ten days ago, after Yun Ming and Ya Li held their coming-of-age ceremony for each other, the very next morning, Ya Li headed to Douluo Hall for closed-door cultivation. With Ya Li gone, Yun Ming naturally wouldn't stay in Martial Soul City alone.
Thinking about his subsequent arrangements, he might need to go into seclusion for a long time soon, and the world would be a bit chaotic afterward. Therefore, before his seclusion, Yun Ming decided to come to Gengxin City to hunt for some rare metals and add some weapons for the Breaking Clan.
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