The God of Destruction's Insane Idea
Moreover, the Sea Princess probably wouldn't be too welcoming of these 'big guys' from the land suddenly intruding into her territory.
Did the Evil Eye Tyrant Ruler think he would be safe once he fled into the sea?
Little did they know that the seemingly vast and free blue world was actually far more dangerous.
Upon hearing this, Tian Yue's expression softened slightly, but the sharpness in her eyes remained undiminished.
She gazed at the surging sea and snorted coldly, "It's lucky it escaped for now. But since it's entered the sea... sooner or later, it'll fall into our hands. Pass down the order to deploy monitoring Soul Tool along the coast, especially those detecting mental energy fluctuations. Notify the patrolling fleets at sea to be on high alert and watch out for unusual mental disturbances and traces of large, unidentified sea monsters."
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The ocean of Douluo Star is a magnificent blue treasure, its area far exceeding the total area of all landmasses, and its depths are unfathomable.
How could the Spirit Hall Empire overlook this vast territory that occupies seven-tenths of the planet?
After the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King perished, and Wang Zhaojun and Zhen Ji departed with their Soul Bone and Soul Ring, in a place not far from this sea area...
Doria floated in a warm, bright sea, sunlight filtering through the clear water and casting shimmering spots of light around her.
Her long hair was not the usual blue, but rather like a concentrated essence of the entire ocean—a living, shimmering wave that flowed gracefully behind her, reaching her waist, resonating and dancing with the surrounding seawater. Her lower body was a beautiful and agile fish tail, each scale reflecting a magnificent luster, like a translucent gemstone.
Doria is a pure support-type Soul Master. Without exception, all of her Soul Skill are for healing, shielding, buffing teammates, or gentle control.
Even after gaining the favor of the Sea God, the divine test subtly shifted, focusing more on her understanding of the water of life, her resonance with the rhythm of the tides, and her compassion and protective heart for the creatures of the vast ocean, rather than on brute force and offensive techniques.
Until the rift in the abyss tore open the barrier of the world, the invisible shackles that bound all things and prevented them from ascending to godhood vanished with a roar.
Doria's growth trajectory underwent a dramatic change.
She was already perfectly aligned with the divine authority symbolizing the sea, and once the shackles disappeared, the deep-seated understanding of the essence of "water," "ocean," and "tides" hidden in her blood and soul instantly surged into her consciousness like a tide.
In the ocean, she may not be good at destroying enemies with Thunderous Might force, but as long as she is in the embrace of the sea, she is almost invincible.
Any harm inflicted upon her is instantly soothed and repaired by the endless, life-giving seawater surrounding her, as if she herself were part of the ocean.
Her deep connection with the ocean makes its almost limitless energy her source of power; as long as the ocean doesn't dry up, her Soul Power will never run dry.
This is a completely different path from that of the old Sea God who relied on the power of faith to establish his divine position and whose understanding of the rules of the ocean itself was perhaps more inclined towards "control" and "rule".
Doria is more like "incarnation of the sea," she herself embodies the rules of the ocean.
She does not need the worship of the masses to maintain her divine power, because she is connected to the source of the ocean.
At this moment, she gently closed her eyes, her long, undulating hair moving without wind, resonating with the surrounding seawater.
Through this omnipresent "water," her perception spread like ripples from her center to every corner of the vast ocean.
She "heard" the mournful song of whales in the distance, and "sense" the abnormal turbulence of the currents in a certain sea area and a powerful, violent, yet fearful spiritual force that was barging into the ocean with an arrogant attitude—it Evil Eye Tyrant Ruler had just fled from the land into the sea in a panic!
Doria opened her eyes; in her "domain," these intruders were so conspicuous.
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The Divine Realm, shrouded in misty clouds.
A magnificent temple, made primarily of azure crystal and inlaid with countless pearls and coral patterns, floats silently above an endless expanse of shimmering blue water.
This is the Sea God's residence in the Divine Realm — the Sea God Temple.
Poseidon, the Sea God, looked down at the vast, ever-changing water mirror before him.
What is reflected in the mirror is a microcosm of the vast ocean of Douluo Star.
He witnessed the final demise of the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King.
"This little girl got off easy..." A deep, resonant voice echoed softly within the hall.
This Deep Sea Demonic Whale King, with nearly a million years of cultivation, was originally one of the whetstones he prepared for his chosen successor.
The immense energy contained within its Soul Ring and Soul Bone could have helped the divine examinee lay a more solid foundation when inheriting a divine position.
Now, someone else has snatched it away.
However, this slight regret quickly dissipated like a bubble.
The Sea God shook his head slightly. He had held the power of the ocean for countless years, and the faith and energy he had accumulated were as vast as the sea. The gain or loss of a mere million-year-old Soul Beast was not enough to truly anger him.
"It's alright. At worst, I can expend some of my essence to condense another superior divine-given Soul Ring for her." He muttered to himself, "Although it can't compare to the pure and domineering power accumulated over nearly a million years by the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King, what suits her own path might be the best."
"But... why does this child have to be a support?" It's not that Poseidon looks down on support characters, it's just that in this world, strength ultimately reigns supreme.
He turned his gaze back to the water mirror, and when he saw the beautiful figure that seemed to blend into the ocean— Doria —his helplessness and regret were instantly replaced by an even stronger sense of awe.
In the water mirror, Doria's long hair flowed like ocean waves, her eyes gently closed, resonating with the vast ocean at the deepest level.
This wasn't achieved through ascetic practices, but rather through an almost instinctive understanding and acceptance. It was as if she was born to embody these rules, and the ocean merely awakened and revealed her inherent nature little by little.
The Sea God leaned forward slightly to examine the child. "Compared to me, the ' Sea God ' who amassed power bit by bit through the faith of all living beings, this child... seems more like a child chosen by the ocean itself, a born embodiment of the 'sea'."
His astonishment was tinged with a complex mix of emotions, and perhaps even a barely perceptible hint of envy.
The path taken by someone like Doria, who resonates directly with the fundamental rules of the ocean and almost becomes a part of those rules, is purer and closer to the essence of "god"—controlling or representing some fundamental law of the universe.
There is a chance that he will become a god-king in the future!
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Doria, of course, had no idea what the Sea God was thinking.
She watched as the Evil Eye Tyrant Ruler, seemingly possessed, ran into the sea and swam straight towards her.
Closer and closer!
This forced her to temporarily abandon her attempt to comprehend the rules.
Chapter 331 The God of Destruction's Mad Ideas
The Divine Realm, the Asura God Temple.
The atmosphere here is completely different from the warm and vast atmosphere of the Sea God Temple.
The hall is predominantly dark red and black, with countless exquisite bas-reliefs carved on its towering pillars, and a faint, chilling aura permeates the air.
Deep within the grand hall, the towering figure of the Asura God stood before the throne, surrounded by dark red divine power.
His face was resolute and cold, but at this moment his brows were tightly furrowed, and deep in his eyes surged an unquenchable anger and a trace of... humiliation.
Not far from him, a pale blue cocoon of light floated silently, within which Tang San's figure could be vaguely seen sitting cross-legged, healing his injuries.
The cocoon of light exuded a rich life force, which was out of place in this Temple of Slaughter, but it effectively stabilized Tang San's injuries, allowing him to recover at an astonishing speed.
This life force comes from the beautiful woman standing quietly to the side— the Life Goddess.
The Asura God's gaze swept over Tang San, confirming that his injuries were no longer serious, before landing on the Life Goddess.
She wore a light green dress, surrounded by a soft and vibrant aura; her face was exquisitely beautiful, and her temperament was gentle and pure.
However, at this moment, her emerald green eyes, which were always full of compassion and vitality, were lowered in a daze, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her gaze unfocused, clearly indicating that her thoughts had already drifted far away.
Seeing the Life Goddess's absent-minded appearance, the Asura God felt even more frustrated.
He recalled his confrontation with the God of Destruction not long ago.
That guy, who was always suppressed by his own divine power and authority, actually unleashed a strength that slightly surpassed his own this time. Coupled with his resolute attitude, he almost couldn't protect Tang San.
In the end, it was the Life Goddess who intervened in time and managed to bring Tang San back.
The realization that the God of Destruction had turned the tables on him was like a poisonous thorn, piercing the proud pride of the Asura God.
Now he needs to deal with Tang San's affairs, and the presence of the Life Goddess makes him feel a little uncomfortable. He is unwilling to expose his emotions too much in front of outsiders.
"Tang San is alright now, thank you for your help." The Asura God spoke, his voice still cold and majestic, but with a clear intention to see him out. "I heard your divine examination has reached its final stage. You should go ahead and attend to your business. I will look for you again if needed."
The excuse was extremely perfunctory.
However, the Life Goddess seemed completely unconcerned about this obvious perfunctory response.
She even seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, raising her eyes to give the Asura God a slight nod, revealing her usual gentle yet slightly vacant smile, "That's good then. I'll take my leave now."
Before she finished speaking, a green light swirled around her, and she floated away from the Asura God Temple like a light feather.
Her movements were decisive, even carrying a hint of barely perceptible urgency.
Yes, she had wanted to leave for a long time.
From the moment she saw the completely unfamiliar and resolute look in her husband's God of Destruction as he left, her heart never found peace.
For tens of thousands of years, they have had their disagreements and arguments over differing ideologies, but each time, it was the God of Destruction who could not hold back and came to her for reconciliation in his awkward way of apologizing.
Beneath his seemingly violent exterior, she could always sense his care for her.
But this time... it's different.
The look in her husband's eyes as he left held none of his usual restlessness or hidden regret; only a resolute determination to sever all ties.
He didn't even glance at her before leaving, enveloped in an aura of overwhelming destruction.
A thought she had never had before kept Flash through her mind—she might lose him, lose him completely.
"How could this be?" Soaring through the clouds of the Divine Realm, the Life Goddess gently shook her head, trying to shake off this "unrealistic" fear.
A gentle, spring-like power of life spontaneously soothed the turmoil in her heart, restoring her face to a peaceful and serene state.
They have been together for tens of thousands of years, and their feelings have long transcended simple love, becoming an integral part of each other.
She smiled, her eyes regaining their gentleness and vitality, as if the momentary bewilderment she had felt just moments before was merely an illusion.
She glanced in the direction of the Destruction Temple, thinking to herself: Perhaps he just needs some time to calm down. Or perhaps, this time she should take the initiative to find him? After all, she seemed to have gone a bit too far this time...
She adjusted her direction and flew towards the temple shrouded in deep, dark purple mist, emanating a destructive aura that instilled instinctive fear in all living beings.
She harbored sweet memories of the past and worries about her husband.
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Inside the Destruction Temple
The situation was not as the Life Goddess had imagined; the husband was sulking and waiting to be comforted.
The God of Destruction sat on his throne, emanating a terrifying aura. It was not simply anger, but an extreme negative emotion that combined the pain of betrayal with rage.
Since the battle with the Asura God, this boiling emotion has never subsided; on the contrary, it has intensified in his solitary silence.
A simple failure wouldn't warrant such madness from the God of Destruction.
The source of his immense suffering came from the person he cherished most—his wife, the Life Goddess.