eurekapd Chapter 409 The Trident of Poseidon! Urgent report from Martial Soul City!
Chapter 409 The Trident of Poseidon! Urgent report from Martial Soul City!
Tang Chuan looked at the enormous phantom of the sea god, his expression remaining calm.
He did not invoke the principle of "all streams return to silence".
They also did not use the Demon Orca King's Soul Bone.
Because he knew that Poseidon was not an enemy.
This is not a life-or-death battle, it's just an assessment.
He slowly raised his right hand.
Among the nine spirit rings, the seventh spirit ring lit up.
It was a platinum-gold spirit ring.
A million-year soul ring from the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm.
hum-
An invisible spiritual fluctuation spread.
The life domain behind Tang Chuan suddenly condensed, no longer expanding outwards, but converging entirely on him. The next moment, his ninth spirit ring lit up.
The Deep Sea Demon Whale King's million-year soul ring erupted with deep blue-gold light.
"Ninth Soul Skill".
"Abyss, Sea Stillness."
boom!
The Poseidon Mountain beneath Tang Chuan's feet suddenly trembled.
The once raging and boiling seawater calmed down in an instant.
It wasn't frozen, but suppressed. The ring sea, the outer sea, and the endless ocean in the distance—all the water currents seemed to have heard a new command at this moment.
They no longer respond to Poseidon.
Instead, they returned to calm.
Poseidon's expression finally changed.
The trident in the phantom of Poseidon had already fallen, but without the support of the ocean's power, the power of that strike instantly decreased by 30%.
Tang Chuan raised his hand.
The blue silver grass in his palm transformed into a cyan-gold longsword.
A sword strike was unleashed.
There was no earth-shattering fanfare.
There was only a single, pure, and exquisitely clear cyan-gold sword light.
The sword light streaked across the sky, colliding with the trident in the phantom of the sea god.
click-
A crisp cracking sound rang out.
The trident in the phantom of Poseidon's hand began to crumble inch by inch, starting from the tip.
Immediately afterwards, the entire phantom was split in two by the cyan-gold sword light.
Blue and gold light scattered across the sky.
Poseidon let out a muffled groan and fell from mid-air.
Tang Chuan took a step forward, raised his hand and gently lifted it up. A blue silver grass sprouted from the ground, transforming into a soft vine that caught Poseidon's falling body.
Poseidon landed on the ground, her face somewhat pale.
She was not seriously injured.
Because Tang Chuan held back his strength at the end, but she knew she had lost.
The defeat was complete.
Even with the help of Poseidon Island, she still couldn't stop Tang Chuan in his current state.
Poseidon looked at the young man before her, her eyes filled with both shock and relief.
After a long while, she slowly spoke:
"You win."
The words fell.
Above the Temple of Poseidon, a magnificent blue-gold pillar of light suddenly descended, enveloping Tang Chuan's entire body.
A majestic voice resounded from heaven and earth.
[The sixth trial of Poseidon: Defeat Poseidon, the high priest of Poseidon Island, to complete.]
[Reward: Increases affinity with Poseidon by 15%.]
[Current affinity with Poseidon: 90%]
[The age limit of all spirit rings has been increased.]
[The Seventh Trial of Poseidon Begins.]
The moment the voice fell, all nine spirit rings around Tang Chuan lit up simultaneously.
The light of each spirit ring became even deeper, especially the few million-year spirit rings, whose aura increased once again, like divine rings hanging behind him.
The sea god mark between Tang Chuan's eyebrows has also completely transformed from its original light gold color into a dazzling blue-gold color, with a sea god affinity of 90%.
Only one step remains before truly inheriting the position of the Sea God.
Just when everyone thought the assessment was temporarily over, that majestic voice rang out again.
[Poseidon's Seventh Trial: Recognition of the Divine Artifact.]
[Assessment Content: Proceed to the Temple of Poseidon and retrieve the Trident of Poseidon.]
[Whoever pulls out the trident of Poseidon will gain the artifact's approval and officially become qualified to inherit the position of Poseidon.]
[Failure means the end of the Sea God's legacy.]
Poseidon's Trident.
Upon hearing these five words, the seven Sacred Pillar Douluos simultaneously looked up, their faces showing unprecedented shock.
The Trident of Poseidon is no ordinary divine weapon; it is a true divine weapon left behind by Poseidon, the god of the sea, and represents the most important step in the succession of Poseidon's divine position.
For countless years, the Trident of Poseidon has slumbered within the Temple of Poseidon.
No one can pull it out except for those who have truly gained the artifact's approval.
Even Poseidon couldn't really use it.
Poseidon looked at Tang Chuan, her expression becoming serious.
"The seventh test has finally arrived."
Tang Chuan looked up at the Temple of the Sea God.
The gates of the Temple of Poseidon were tightly shut.
Behind the door, an ancient, vast, and indescribably heavy aura seemed to be awakening.
That aura resonated with the sea god's mark between his brows.
But at the same time, it also carries a sense of scrutiny.
It was as if the true will of the sea god was waiting for him deep within the temple.
Poseidon slowly straightened up.
"Tang Chuan, the Trident of Poseidon weighs 108,000 jin."
"But what's truly terrifying isn't its weight."
"It is the will of the gods. If you do not gain the approval of the divine artifact, no matter how strong you are, you will not be able to pull it out."
Tang Chuan nodded.
"I see."
Poseidon gave him a deep look.
"There's one more thing."
"You cannot rely on external forces when you pull out the trident of Poseidon."
"We cannot rely on the soul bone."
"You cannot rely on others."
"It cannot even be shaken by relying solely on soul power."
"You can only rely on yourself and your understanding of the Sea God's legacy."
Tang Chuan remained silent.
He simply strode toward the Temple of Poseidon.
The stone steps in front of the Temple of Poseidon are very long.
Step by step, leading to the deepest part of the mountaintop.
With each step he took, Tang Chuan could feel a heavy pressure bearing down on him.
That didn't come from soul power.
It comes from belief.
The Sea God's legacy is asking him.
Why did you become a god?
Is it for power?
Is it for power?
Is it to lord it over all living beings?
Or is it for protection?
Tang Chuan moved forward step by step.
Many images flashed through his mind.
In Holy Soul Village, those who once looked down on Blue Silver Grass.
At Notting College, the master's self-righteous theories.
In the Soul Hunting Forest, a soul beast cries out in despair before its death.
On the mainland battlefield, countless ordinary people turned to dust in the war of soul masters.
And then there's Tang San.
The person who also awakened the Blue Silver Grass, but gradually became paranoid and insane.
Tang Chuan's eyes were calm.
He became a god not to prove his superiority.
It's not about crushing all enemies and then enjoying the worship of all living beings.
He just wanted to tell the world.
Weakness should not be a reason for sacrifice.
Blue Silver Grass should not be forever called a useless martial soul.
Life should not be trampled on at will by so-called strongmen.
Upon reaching the last stone step, the gates of the Sea God Temple opened by themselves.
Rumbling--
The heavy doors opened to both sides.
An ancient atmosphere wafts over you.
There were no superfluous decorations inside the hall.
There is only one enormous statue of the sea god.
Beneath the statue, a trident rests silently in the center of the ground.
It is entirely black and does not look fancy; in fact, it appears rather plain.
But in the center of the trident, a rhombus-shaped gem emits a faint blue-gold light.
The light was not strong.
It is like the center of the entire ocean.
The moment Tang Chuan stepped into the temple, the entire Sea God Temple fell silent.
The Seven Sacred Pillars Douluo dared not follow them inside.
Poseidon simply stood outside the door, quietly watching his retreating figure.
Because of this hurdle, no one can help him.
Tang Chuan walked up to the Trident of Poseidon.
The closer he got to it, the more he could feel its terrifying weight.
One hundred and eight thousand catties.
This is merely its weight in the human world.
What truly weighs on the trident is the will of the sea god, the rules of the sea, and the divinity accumulated over countless years by the faith in Poseidon Island.
Tang Chuan reached out and grasped the halberd handle.
Icy.
heavy.
Vast.
The instant his palm touched the trident.
An ancient voice suddenly resounded in his mind.
"The latecomers."
"Do you know what it means to draw this halberd?"
Tang Chuan was not surprised.
He closed his eyes and responded calmly.
"This means I will truly embark on the path of Poseidon."
The voice continued to ask:
"The sea god rules over the ocean."
"The sea nurtures life, but it also devours it. If you were to inherit the position of sea god, would you use the power of the ocean to subdue all living beings, or the virtue of the ocean to protect them?"
Tang Chuan slowly opened his eyes.
Blue silver grass gently appeared in his palm.
The roots of the blue silver grass drooped down, touching the cold ground of the sea god's temple.
"The ocean is not meant to subdue all living beings."
"Life is not meant to be controlled by gods."
"The sea can be angry, can judge, and can swallow all evil."
"But a true sea god shouldn't only inspire fear."
"We also want people to know that even in dire straits, there is still a way to survive."
The voice fell silent.
The blue-gold gem in the center of Poseidon's trident suddenly lit up.
An indescribable pressure instantly weighed on Tang Chuan.
boom!
The ground beneath Tang Chuan's feet cracked open.
His arm sank slightly.
The weight of 108,000 jin was completely unleashed at this moment.
Moreover, a vast divine intent surged from the Trident of Poseidon, rushing into Tang Chuan's sea of consciousness.
The scene before my eyes suddenly changed.
Tang Chuan felt as if he were in a boundless sea.
The sky collapsed, and the sea surged.
A blurry divine figure stood at the edge of the sea, holding a trident, looking down at him.
"Prove it to me."
"You are qualified to command the ocean."
The waves crashed down with a deafening roar.
That wasn't an ordinary wave.
Every drop of water contains the oppressive power of the sea god.
Tang Chuan did not back down.
He stood beneath the endless waves, with blue silver grass growing wildly behind him.
One plant.
Ten plants.
One hundred plants.
Thousands of plants.
Finally, endless blue silver grass spread out in the sea.
They take root in the waves, in the seabed, and at the boundary between death and life.
Ocean waves can destroy mountains and rocks, but they cannot destroy the ever-renewing grass.
Tang Chuan raised his head and looked at the divine figure.
"I don't need to conquer the sea."
"Because life itself comes from the sea."
boom--
A burst of cyan-gold light erupted.
The endless blue silver grass blends into the sea.
The once raging waves calmed down at this moment.
Shenying looked down at him.
A moment later, he seemed to chuckle.
The next instant, all illusions shattered.
Inside the Temple of Poseidon.
Tang Chuan suddenly opened his eyes.
He still held the trident of Poseidon.
But this time, the halberd was no longer cold.
The blue-gold gem at the center of the trident burst forth with unprecedented brilliance.
Outside the door, Poseidon's expression changed, and Saint Pillar Douluo also sensed at the same time that the ocean power of the entire Seagod Island was frantically converging towards the Seagod Temple.
Tang Chuan gripped the halberd handle with both hands, and the ground beneath his feet cracked inch by inch.
He slowly exerted his strength.
One inch.
Two inches.
Three inches.
The trident of Poseidon, which had been dormant for countless years, finally began to slowly rise from the ground.
The entire Poseidon Island shook violently.
The ring-shaped sea surged.
The seven sacred pillars lit up simultaneously.
Countless sea spirit beasts emerged from the sea and crouched low towards the direction of Sea God Mountain.
Tears welled up in Poseidon's eyes as she murmured:
"Poseidon's Trident..."
"It's really been pulled out."
Inside the Temple of Poseidon, Tang Chuan let out a low shout.
"rise!"
boom!
Poseidon's trident was completely lifted off the ground.
In an instant, the entire Poseidon Temple was engulfed by blue-gold light.
Tang Chuan stood in the center of the light, holding a trident, the sea god mark between his eyebrows shining like a star.
At that moment, he seemed to have truly become the center of the sea.
The majestic voice once again resounded throughout the heavens and earth.
[Poseidon's Seventh Trial: The Artifact's Approval Completed.]
[Reward: Poseidon's Trident Approved.]
[Poseidon affinity increased by 5%.]
[Current affinity with Poseidon: 95%.]
[The Eighth Trial of Poseidon Begins.]
[Assessment Content: Sever worldly attachments and unite the heart of the sea god.]
[After completing the eighth test, the final inheritance will begin.]
The sound faded.
Tang Chuan slowly lowered his head, looking at the Trident of Poseidon in his hand.
Blue-gold divine patterns gradually emerged on the halberd's body.
The heavy divine artifact seemed to be connected to his bloodline at this moment.
Meanwhile, from the distant continent, a faint yet pungent aura of Rakshasa suddenly wafted through the life network of the Blue Silver Grass.
Tang Chuan's eyes flickered slightly.
In that instant, he seemed to see the city shrouded in black mist, countless lives extinguished, and the seven spirits standing behind Tang San.
His face finally darkened.
"Tang San".
The Trident of Poseidon emitted a deep hum.
Outside the Temple of Poseidon, Poseidon looked up at him.
"What happened?"
Tang Chuan gripped the trident tightly, his voice icy.
"Something has happened on the mainland."
"And it's very serious."
The sea breeze suddenly turned cold.
Above Poseidon Island, a chilling killing intent first appeared amidst the originally peaceful blue-gold light.
Wuhun City.
Dark as ink.
The once towering Wuhun City in the center of the continent has always been a sacred place in the hearts of soul masters. The city is brightly lit, the streets are wide, and patrolling soul masters come and go in an endless stream. Even when the continent is engulfed in war, this city still maintains an almost indifferent majesty.
But tonight, the atmosphere in Wuhun City was extremely oppressive.
The city gates were tightly closed.
On the high walls, Spirit Hall knights stood with their spears drawn, their faces grave. The people of the city dared not leave their homes. All the Soul Master families had received orders from the Hall of Worship: they were not to leave the city without permission, not to pass on intelligence privately, and not to approach the Mountain of Worship.
Just half an hour ago, a blood-stained urgent report was delivered to the Hall of Worship.
Deep inside the offering hall.
Golden candles burned quietly, and a colossal angel statue stood at the far end of the hall, its six wings spread, its holy sword hanging down, and its sacred radiance enveloping the entire hall.
But at this moment, the atmosphere in the main hall was anything but sacred and peaceful.
Qian Daoliu sat in the main seat, his face somber.
He held the urgent report in his hand.
The edges of the paper were charred black by his soul power.
On either side of the main hall, several worshippers stood ramrod straight, but none of them dared to speak.
Qian Renxue stood below the angel statue, her long golden hair falling behind her shoulders, her white-gold dress fluttering without wind, and the angel mark between her brows shimmering slightly.
She had just completed her eighth test, and her aura was even more unfathomable than before.
If the former Qian Renxue was a noble and aloof successor to an angel, then...
So now, she has truly acquired some of the characteristics of a deity.
But at this moment, her expression was equally cold.
"grandfather."
Qian Renxue looked at the urgent report in Qian Daoliu's hand and slowly spoke.
Is the news true?
Qian Daoliu did not answer immediately.
He remained silent for a moment before handing the urgent report to Qian Renxue.
"See for yourself."
Qian Renxue received the urgent report.
The handwriting was messy, clearly written hastily by the person who wrote the letter in extreme fear.
Yunluo City, destroyed.
Fengling City, destroyed.
Blackwater City, destroyed.
Sunset City and White Stone City have both been reduced to ghost towns.
[None of the city's inhabitants, spirit masters, or garrison soldiers survived.]
The body was intact, but the soul was completely gone.
[Suspected to be the work of Tang San.]
[He uses the Rakshasa Demon Scythe to harvest the souls of the dead and refine them into undead spirits. Xiao Wu, Bibi Dong, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, Tai Long, Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, and others are suspected of being resurrected.]
[However, they all lacked sentience, resembling undead puppets, yet their aura had reached the level of a Title Douluo.]
Tang San is moving towards the heart of the continent.
[We urge Wuhun City to make a decision as soon as possible.]
Upon seeing the last sentence, Qian Renxue's fingers tightened slightly.
Golden flames rose from her fingertips.
The urgent report instantly turned to ashes.
The main hall was deathly silent. (End of Chapter)