Poseidon, the god of the sea, stepped out with one step, and the space in front of the throne rippled like water, and his whole person was instantly submerged into it and disappeared.
For gods, as long as the coordinates are clear, the lower realm is just a thought.
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Douluo Continent, Poseidon Island, Poseidon Temple.
One moment, the hall was plunged into deathly silence and shock due to the "100% Poseidon Affinity". The next second, the situation suddenly changed.
A terrifying pressure that cannot be described in words descended out of thin air.
This pressure is not an impact on the soul, nor is it pure force oppression. It is more like a dimensionality reduction blow at the rule level.
The entire space in Poseidon Temple seemed to have solidified from flowing water into ten thousand years of black ice at this moment.
Sea Dragon Douluo, Seahorse Douluo, Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, Oscar... all of them were like specimens sealed in amber, maintaining their movements and expressions from the previous moment, motionless, unable to even move their eyes.
In the entire hall, there were only three exceptions.
In other words, it is two people and one artifact.
Xiao Wu holding the Poseidon Trident, and Bo Saixi, the Poseidon High Priest, standing not far away.
Xiao Wu can move because the trident in her hand emits a layer of faint golden light, which isolates this great force that freezes time and space.
Bo Saixi was able to move because the owner of this power acquiesced to her freedom.
In the center of the hall, light and water intertwined, and a vague and tall figure slowly condensed.
He is wearing gorgeous golden armor, and his long blue hair is spread behind him like a waterfall. Although his face cannot be seen clearly, people can feel that what is contained in those eyes is the entire sea of stars.
The visitor is none other than Poseidon, the god of the sea.
Bo Saixi's body was trembling uncontrollably, not because of fear, but because of the excitement deep in her soul.
She knelt on the ground respectfully, her voice filled with endless piety: "Welcome the Poseidon to come."
However, the Poseidon did not look at her.
His eyes, like two solid lightning bolts, were fixed on the petite figure holding the trident.
His eyes swept over Xiao Wu, the dazzlingly bright trident mark between her eyebrows, and the perfectly repaired artifact in her hand that was filled with divine light.
In the end, his gaze rested on Xiao Wu’s clear and dazed eyes.
The power of God is like prison, and the sound of God is like thunder.
"Little girl."
Poseidon spoke, his voice without any emotion, as if God was stating a cold fact.
"Did you know that the God Realm cannot tolerate soul beasts becoming gods?"
Boom!
This sentence is more lethal than the pressure that solidified time and space before.
Xiao Wu's head buzzed and went blank for an instant.
She doesn’t know...
She only knew that she was a hundred thousand year old soul beast and why she was transformed into a human being.
But now, the answer to this question was slapped directly on her face by a real god in an almost judgmental tone.
The divine world cannot tolerate soul beasts becoming gods?
Then what does everything she does now count?
What is this Nine Poseidon Examinations?
A scam doomed from the start?
The huge trident trembled slightly in his hand, and the close feeling of blood connection actually brought a bit of burning pain at this moment.
Xiao Wu opened her mouth, but she didn’t know how to answer? Say you don't know? Or ask him why?
Poseidon didn’t seem to be expecting her answer. His brows were furrowed, and it was obvious that he was extremely troubled in his heart.
What is this called? He set up the inheritance he appointed and worked hard to set up nine tests, but in the end the inheritor turned out to be a spirit beast?
Should he be allowed to kill his successor with his own hands?
No!
He can't do it!
But, if this is brought back to the God Realm...
He glanced at the hall impatiently, and suddenly, his eyes froze.
Just above the altar where Bo Saixi knelt before, there lay quietly a roll of yellowed... paper?
No, that’s not right.
There was an aura that was so familiar to him that he was no longer familiar with it.
Poseidon flashed and appeared in front of the altar in an instant. He reached out his hand and picked up the roll with some hesitation.
When he opened it, his pupils suddenly shrank.
"This object is a replica of a love letter written by Poseidon, the God of the Sea, who had not yet become a god, to a human fisherman woman thousands of years ago."
"It was made by someone in the divine world...the God of Good Deeds, who had nothing to do. The original text is sincere and moving, full of emotions, and the lines are full of young and passionate love."
Poseidon's body froze.
Hand holding the "Replica Love Letter", he was dumbfounded.
Of course he remembered this letter, which he wrote to his first love when he was still called Poseidon and was just a sea soul master.
Later, his soul left his body and traveled to the divine world. The damn "God of Good Deeds" intercepted a piece of his memory and made a replica of it. It was also passed around among the gods as a rarity, which became the dark history of his life.
Why is this thing... here? !
Bo Saixi, who was kneeling on the ground, felt the gaze of Poseidon. Her body tensed up and her head lowered.
Poseidon looked at the "love letter" in his hand, and then at Bo Saixi who was kneeling on the ground and worshiping it as a holy object. The madness and irritability in his heart suddenly dissipated for the most part.
Instead, there is a sense of absurdity that makes me laugh or cry, and a hint of... long-lost nostalgia.
He sighed softly and put away the "love letter" with a complicated expression.
Just when he was about to return his attention to Xiao Wu and think about how to deal with this hot potato, an extremely subtle, yet extremely clear voice sounded in the hall.
Click.
It is like broken glass, or like a crack in the ice.
Poseidon turned back sharply, his sharp gaze directed at the source of the sound.
In the frozen crowd, Ning Liu's figure was seen, and he didn't know when he had regained his freedom.
He has no divine light to protect him, and no divine power to bless him.
Ning Liu stepped out of the stagnant area and stood beside Xiao Wu.
He first patted Xiao Wu's shoulder comfortingly, then turned to the tall god and bowed slightly, neither humble nor haughty.
"Junior Ningliu, I have met Lord Poseidon."
Poseidon's eyes showed true and pure shock for the first time.
He just... was still having a headache over Xiao Wu, the inheritor of the soul beast.
In the blink of an eye, another soul master appeared who could move freely under his space blockade?