Poseidon's Ten-Thousand-Year Imprisonment? The First Generation Angel God's Journal

Every word was like a heavy hammer, smashing viciously into Poseidon's Divine Soul.

Stripping him of his position meant that he had completely lost his authority at the highest level of the God Realm.

Ten thousand years of confinement. Divine Power Blockade.

For a proud First-level God, this was torture more unbearable than death—endless loneliness and humiliation.

Having his Divine Authority placed under another's control severed his last connection to the source of his faith!

"No—!"

Poseidon let out a despairing howl and collapsed to the ground. The divine radiance around him visibly dimmed at a rapid pace.

He knew that he was finished.

From this day onward, his divine life would be plunged into total darkness.

Qian Yuhan listened quietly to the verdict and slowly sheathed Angel's Holy Sword.

Though this outcome did not allow her to personally kill her enemy at once, it had made Poseidon pay a painful price.

Ten thousand years of imprisonment would be more than enough to make him suffer.

Qian Yuhan cast a deep glance at Poseidon, sprawled on the ground. Her gaze was icy to the bone, as though it said:

"Poseidon, enjoy this ten-thousand-year cage.

Ten Thousand Years Later, I will personally settle our grudge!"

With that, she did not linger. Turning into a streak of Golden Light, she returned to Angel Temple.

She needed time to process the truth that had arrived Twenty Thousand Years too late, to calm down the tumultuous emotions within her.

As Qian Yuhan departed and Poseidon was dragged away by the God Realm Guards, the enormous uproar caused by the Sky Screen temporarily came to an end on the God Realm's side.

The Council Hall fell silent once more.

God of Destruction glanced at the Divine Blood on the floor and snorted.

"A farce."

"But behind this farce lies a grave issue that we must confront."

Asura God's expression remained solemn as he looked toward the other four Divine Kings.

"Now, it is time to discuss serious matters."

Goddess of Life took over.

"Yes. What exactly is that Sky Screen?

Why was it able to uncover secrets from Twenty Thousand Years ago and even project those images into both the lower realm and the God Realm at the same time?"

Goddess of Goodness was likewise filled with concern.

"And Douluo Star has been completely cut off by a force we cannot comprehend.

Could this force and the Sky Screen have originated from the same source?"

The Five God Kings fell silent.

Poseidon's Scandal was merely a bomb that had been detonated.

The mysterious existence that had lit the fuse—and perhaps even made the bomb—was the true source of their fear and unease.

A "Sky Screen" capable of ignoring the barriers of the God Realm, freely interfering with the lower realm, and even publicly judging a First-level God in the God Realm.

What was its true purpose?

At the Deep Sea Bottom, within the Heaven Burying Coffin.

Wei Yuan's consciousness quietly "watched" everything that had happened in the God Realm.

Wei Yuan had only discovered after the first review ended that this Sky Screen actually had such a profound connection to him!

Only by using the Sky Screen to observe the God Realm in real time had he seen what was happening there.

When Wei Yuan saw Qian Yuhan charging toward Poseidon with Angel's Holy Sword in hand, tears streaking down her face while murderous intent soared to the heavens—

his heart, dormant for Twenty Thousand Years, was viciously pierced.

"Yuhan..."

Wei Yuan softly murmured her name, his voice filled with endless guilt and heartache.

He had never imagined that his silent departure all those years ago would make her wait for him for Twenty Thousand Years.

Nor had he imagined that, for his sake, she would draw her sword against Poseidon in the God Realm.

"You... are still so foolish..."

Wei Yuan's consciousness trembled slightly as an indescribable warmth and bitterness intertwined in his heart.

When he saw Poseidon sentenced to ten thousand years of confinement, a cold curve rose at the corner of his mouth.

"A ten-thousand-year cage? Asura God, that is not enough..."

"Still, it will do.

Poseidon, slowly repent amid this endless humiliation and loneliness.

The day I emerge from seclusion will be the day your Divine Soul is utterly destroyed!"

Wei Yuan's gaze pierced through the boundless seawater, as though he could see that lonely figure within Angel Temple.

"Yuhan, wait for me.

This time, I will not make you wait much longer."

Then Wei Yuan gathered all his focus and no longer paid attention to the outside world.

The fury of revenge and his promise to his beloved became unprecedented motivation, madly battering against the final barrier of the God Position.

Within the entire Heaven Burying Coffin, the roar of the Purple Blazing Sky-Destroying Dragon grew ever clearer, ever more deafening!

Douluo Continent, Spirit Hall, deep within Worship Hall.

Qian Daoliu stood where he was in a daze, his expression uglier than a corpse's.

The Sky Screen's final prediction concerning the Angel God was like a poisonous thorn driven deep into his heart.

"Impossible... Our ancestor Guangming was great and noble. There could not possibly be any stain upon her!"

Though Qian Daoliu said this aloud, the ominous feeling in his heart only grew stronger.

Sea God's precedent was right before him. Who could guarantee that his own ancestor was truly flawless?

No, he had to uncover the truth!

Qian Daoliu took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the terror in his heart.

He turned and strode toward a massive door made of special metal at the deepest part of Worship Hall.

This was the forbidden land among forbidden lands of Spirit Hall—the Secret Library.

What it held were not soul skills or cultivation techniques, but journals left behind by the successive ancestors of the Qian Family since Spirit Hall's founding, along with collected records of all kinds of secrets concerning the entire Douluo Continent and even the ancient era.

Only the Great Enshrined of each generation was qualified to enter.

Qian Daoliu extended his trembling hand, pressed his palm to the door, and slowly infused it with Soul Power.

The heavy door let out a deep rumble and slowly opened.

An ancient aura, sealed away for ten thousand years, rushed toward him.

Without the slightest hesitation, Qian Daoliu walked straight inside. His gaze swept rapidly across countless rows of bookshelves before finally stopping on an ancient wooden box at the highest level, protected by a golden barrier.

Stored there was the only handwritten journal left behind before her ascension by the First Generation Angel God—Qian Yuhan!

Qian Daoliu had never imagined that one day he would need to read it. In the Qian Family's inheritance, their ancestor was perfect, and her history was beyond doubt.

But today, he had no choice but to seek out the hidden truth that might exist.

With trembling hands, he removed the golden barrier and opened the wooden box that had been sealed for nearly Twenty Thousand Years.

Heaven Dou Empire, Crown Prince's Eastern Palace.

(An explanation for why Qian Renxue was still the crown prince even though Tang San had already begun his Divine Trial. The protagonist was a transmigrator. Although he had traveled back Twenty Thousand Years and could not directly participate in the plot, he had influenced its course through various means. This was one such instance; it would be mentioned later.)

"Xue Qinghe" sat quietly in the study, still wearing that gentle, refined, flawless smile.

But if anyone could see through her disguise, they would discover that beneath that calm exterior was a heart pounding violently.

Qian Renxue's heart was in turmoil.

As the inheritor of a god, she understood better than anyone what the collapse of faith meant to a god.

Sea God's "fall" had made her waver for the first time over the very concept of "gods."

And the Sky Screen's final prediction struck her like a thunderbolt.