Sea God: No matter how old you get, can you be older than that bitch, the Angel God?

"As for this person..."

Poseidon drew out his tone, speaking in a slow, leisurely manner:

"They are far away on the horizon..."

He paused, his gaze sweeping slowly over Bo Saixi's exquisite face and slender figure before spitting out the second half of the sentence:

"...yet right before your eyes."

Bo Saixi: "...?"

She was stunned at first, failing to react immediately.

But when she followed Poseidon's gaze—which was undisguised and carried the unmistakable implication that he meant her—

An absurd, soul-shuddering thought struck her mind like a bolt of lightning!

"BOOM—!!!"

Bo Saixi's pupils contracted sharply, her delicate body trembling violently before she uncontrollably took several steps back.

She raised a hand, pointing at herself in disbelief, her voice turning sharp and distorted from extreme shock and panic:

"Sea, Sea, Lord Poseidon! You... you don't mean... you actually want to... marry me off to Ye Qing... as his wife?!!"

How could this be possible?

This was too insane!

It was even crazier than the actions of the Angel God!

At least between the Angel God and Ye Qing, there was still the pretext of inheriting a godhood.

But she, Bo Saixi...

She was the Grand Pontiff of Sea God Island, a woman who had served the Sea God her entire life, an old woman nearing a hundred years of age!

Seeing Bo Saixi's intense reaction, the expression of the Sea God Poseidon darkened slightly.

A trace of displeasure flashed through those sea-blue eyes, and his tone took on the majesty and oppression belonging to a deity:

"What?"

"Is it not possible?"

His voice rose abruptly, carrying a tone of interrogation:

"Or is it that... you feel the successor I, Poseidon, have chosen—a being destined to become a god in the future—is not... worthy... of you?"

The last few words were enunciated one by one, heavy as a thousand jun, pressing down on Bo Saixi until she could barely breathe.

Bo Saixi's face turned deathly pale; she shook her head vigorously, hurriedly defending herself: "No! Lord Poseidon, that is not my intention at all! Ye Qing's talent is peerless, his future limitless; to be his... would be my blessing, how could I dare to harbor even a shred of disdain? I... I did not mean it like that!"

She took a deep breath, struggling to calm her racing heart.

Then she lowered her head, her hands unconsciously gripping the cuffs of her luxurious dress, her fingertips turning white from the force.

The next moment, a rare, girlish shyness and embarrassment appeared on her face, and her voice became as low as a mosquito's hum:

"Lord Poseidon... you also understand, my current age... I am nearly a hundred years old..."

She looked up, her eyes filled with deep helplessness and self-deprecation:

"And Ye Qing, he is only six... the age gap between us is simply too vast. Even if... even if I were willing, how could Ye Qing possibly... fancy an old woman like me?"

In her understanding, Ye Qing was so young and had such a boundless future that his partner should naturally be a young, vibrant, and spirited genius girl.

How could he possibly choose an old woman whose age was enough to be his great-grandmother?

Unless Ye Qing had some special predilection, but that possibility was infinitesimal.

In any case, if she were in Ye Qing's position, she would definitely not choose herself.

Hearing this reasonable refusal from Bo Saixi, the Sea God Poseidon was not persuaded; instead, he acted as if he had heard some grand joke.

He rolled his eyes dramatically, his tone filled with speechlessness and exasperation:

"No matter how old you are..."

He slanted a glance at Bo Saixi, asking back in a tone that suggested she was being foolish:

"Could you possibly be older than that old woman, the Angel, who has lived for who knows how many tens of thousands of years?"

Hearing this, Bo Saixi choked.

That seemed to be true.

The Angel God was a contemporary of the Sea God.

Ten thousand years had passed since then.

Compared to that, she seemed quite young indeed.

The Sea God continued at full throttle, his tone carrying a strange sense of encouragement:

"Since that bitch, the Angel, has the thick skin to claim she could be favored by Ye Qing, why on earth wouldn't you, Bo Saixi, be able to?"

His gaze once again scrutinized Bo Saixi critically and carefully, as if evaluating a treasure waiting to be sold, and then he commented quite objectively:

"Look at you. Whether it's your figure, your face, your temperament, your strength, your status, or your loyalty to Sea God Island—in what way are you inferior to that Angel God? Huh? In some aspects, you are even a cut above! At the very least, you aren't as shameless as she is!"

He paused, then dangled a reality-altering benefit of immense temptation:

"Besides, just think: if you were to marry Ye Qing and become his wife... would you still need to sacrifice yourself for the inheritance of the Sea God divine position?"

Bo Saixi's delicate body trembled!

Sacrifice was the ultimate fate she faced as the Grand Pontiff.

It was also a shadow deep within her heart that she never wished to contemplate, yet could never escape.

"Not only would you not need to sacrifice yourself!"

The Sea God's voice carried a seductive quality as he reminded her: "Once he successfully inherits the divine position and ascends to the God Realm, as the wife of a deity, you would naturally be able to ascend with him, sharing in the eternal life of a god and living as long as heaven and earth! Is this not a million times better than remaining here alone in the mortal world, guarding a Sea God inheritance you can never touch, only to eventually give your life for it?"

Once these words were spoken, Bo Saixi fell into complete silence.

The Sea God's words were like a heavy hammer, striking fiercely against her fortified mental defenses.

No need to sacrifice...

Attaining eternal life...

These were mere flickers of extravagant hope that only surfaced in the dead of night during her long, lonely life.

Yet now, they were placed before her in a manner so abrupt, so absurd, and yet so realistic.

She wanted to retort, to loudly reject this preposterous mission.

She wanted to say that she only felt the affection of an elder for a junior toward Ye Qing, and absolutely no romantic feelings.

She even wanted to say that the chasm of their age could not be bridged...

But all these reasons seemed pale and powerless in the face of the two great shocks: that the Angel God could achieve it, and that she could avoid sacrifice and gain eternal life.

Watching her silent struggle, the Sea God knew the timing was right.

He gave Bo Saixi no further opportunity to hesitate or argue, using the overbearing, unquestionable tone of a deity to deliver the final verdict:

"Enough! Say no more!"

"This matter is decided!"

"Bo Saixi, prepare yourself well."

"From this day forward, your primary task is to find a way to get close to Ye Qing. Then, care for him, accompany him, and make him grow accustomed to your presence—or even... dependent on you, fond of you."

"I don't care if you use the affection of an elder or the tenderness of a woman; in any case, you must keep him on Sea God Island for me! You must make him willingly inherit my divine position!"

The Sea God's voice echoed through the vast hall, carrying his final command and expectation:

"Bo Saixi, remember, this is your only, and most important, task right now!"

"Success is the only option; failure is not permitted!"

As his voice faded, the water curtain gave a soft pop and dissolved into specks of blue light, vanishing into the air.

The Sea God's divine consciousness had departed, leaving Bo Saixi alone, standing blankly in the center of the cold, empty hall.

She leaned against a pillar and slowly slid down to the floor.

Her exquisite face was a mask of emptiness, her eyes staring blankly ahead, while a single thought echoed frantically in her mind:

Marry... Ye Qing?

Become his... wife?

What on earth... has happened to this world?