Heavenly Dao Marriage Contract Suppresses Tang San's Fortune

In less than half a day, the news of the Purple Gold Marriage Contract descending upon Martial Soul City spread across the entire Douluo Continent, faster than any battle report.

Martial Soul Hall, Elder Hall.

Over a dozen Titled Douluo sat on both sides, the atmosphere as heavy as lead.

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan was the first to speak, his aged face etched with confusion and irritation.

"Taixu Temple? An ancient Celestial Master?"

He slammed his palm against the armrest, his voice echoing through the grand hall.

"I have lived for nearly two hundred years and traveled to every corner of the Douluo Continent, yet I have never heard of any Taixu Temple!"

He swept his gaze over the elders present:

"Has any of you heard the name Shen Yichen?"

No one answered.

Ghost Douluo Gui Mei sat opposite him, remaining silent as always.

This old ghost was typically gloomy and reticent, but today, his silence carried an added layer of distinct gravity.

After a long while, he finally spoke slowly.

"Whether we have heard of him is not important."

Ghost Douluo's voice was hoarse and low:

"What matters is the power emanating from that marriage contract."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

"Gentlemen, you all felt it at the time. When that pressure descended, was any one of you able to move?"

The Elder Hall fell silent for a moment.

No one could answer that question.

Because the answer was too humiliating—no. Not a single Titled Douluo present had been able to maintain their combat capability under that pressure.

Ghost Douluo continued:

"That power was too terrifying; even His Holiness the Pope felt wary. This Shen Yichen is absolutely the number one person below the god level."

He paused, his voice dropping even lower.

"Or perhaps... he has already touched the threshold of the god level."

This statement was like a stone thrown into stagnant water, and the expressions of the elders shifted.

Heaven Dou Empire, Imperial Palace.

Emperor Xue Ye sat upright on the dragon throne, the entire court of civil and military officials silent as the grave.

The news of the Purple Gold Marriage Contract had already reached here, and everyone present was struggling to digest the absurd information.

Someone had proposed to the Saintess of Martial Soul Hall?

And used the Heavenly Dao itself as a matchmaker?

On one side of the hall, a middle-aged man wearing glasses stepped forward.

Yu Xiaogang.

"Your Majesty, I have something to say."

He adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose, his expression grave, unlike the gentle scholar he usually was.

"According to ancient records, a lineage of Celestial Masters did indeed exist in ancient times."

The court was in an uproar.

Yu Xiaogang raised a hand to signal for quiet, then continued:

"The Celestial Master lineage governs the causality of heaven and earth and masters the creation of yin and yang. They established a covenant with the ancestors of ancient spirit beasts. Their strength is not measured by spirit rings or spirit power, but rooted in the 'Dao,' making them unfathomable."

"I never expected that after ten thousand years, there would still be a successor in this world."

The temperature inside the hall seemed to drop by several degrees.

Sea God Island.

Tang San sat cross-legged in the center of the Sea God Hall, golden divine light enveloping his entire body. The Sea God Trident hovered before him, radiating majestic divine might.

The eighth trial of the Sea God was currently underway.

His spirit power was climbing steadily, and the Blue Silver Emperor spirit within his body was slowly merging with the power of the Sea God.

Everything was proceeding according to plan—until that stinging pain struck without warning.

"Hiss—!"

Tang San let out a muffled groan, his brows knitting together sharply.

The Blue Silver Emperor spirit trembled violently within him, sending a sharp, piercing pain as if something were tearing at his very foundation.

Something is wrong.

He steadied his mind, attempting to perceive the source of this anomaly.

An inexplicable sense of unease surged in his heart; he couldn't put his finger on it, but he felt as though something vital was slipping away from him.

Luck... was it being constrained?

Just then, hurried footsteps echoed from outside the hall.

A disciple of Sea God Island knelt outside the door, his voice tight:

"Urgent intelligence from Martial Soul City!"

Tang San opened his eyes.

After he heard the full contents of that report—

A Purple Gold Marriage Contract had descended from the heavens, Shen Yichen, Master of Taixu Temple, had proposed to Hu Liena with the Heavenly Dao as a witness and eighteen layers of betrothal gifts—he remained silent for a long time.

He did not know Shen Yichen, but he could clearly feel that his own luck was being suppressed by an invisible force.

His cultivation speed was slowing down; this was no illusion.

"Senior Bo Saixi." He stood up and turned toward the depths of Sea God Hall.

A golden figure emerged from the radiance.

Bo Saixi—the guardian of Sea God Island and a supreme powerhouse among Titled Douluo.

She clearly already knew the news, for her expression had never looked so grim.

"Tang San, listen to me."

Bo Saixi's voice was exceptionally grave:

"The lineage of the Celestial Master is an existence that even the God Realm fears by three parts."

Tang San's breathing hitched slightly.

Bo Saixi looked into his eyes and said, word by word:

"Do not, under any circumstances, provoke that Shen Yichen, or the consequences will be unimaginable."

Star Dou Great Forest, Lake of Life.

The lake surface shimmered, and two massive figures stood on the shore.

Sky Azure Bull Python Daming raised his enormous head, gazing toward the direction of Martial Soul City, his vertical pupils filled with a complex light.

"I felt it."

His voice was low and resonant, sending ripples across the lake:

"The aura of an ancient Celestial Master... and the bloodline fluctuations of the Qingqiu Fox Clan."

Titan Giant Ape Erming stood beside him, scratching his head, his voice laced with clear unease.

"That Celestial Master... could he be detrimental to our Star Dou Great Forest?"

Daming pondered for a long time before slowly shaking his head.

"Hard to say, but since he chose Hu Liena, he likely won't easily interfere in the continent's conflicts."

"Likely?"

Erming snorted, clearly dissatisfied with this vague answer.

Daming did not speak again; a trace of worry flickered deep within his vertical pupils.

With the emergence of an ancient Celestial Master, the landscape of the continent was bound to undergo a drastic change.

And as for old fellows like them who had lived for tens of thousands of years, all they could do was wait and watch.

Martial Soul City, inner chamber of the Pope's Palace.

After the elders dispersed, only two people remained in the vast hall.

Bibi Dong stood before Hu Liena, her gaze fixed on the pale purple Nine-Tailed Fox Seal between her brows, lingering for a long time.

Hu Liena felt thoroughly uncomfortable under her teacher's scrutiny.

Since that fox seal appeared, it had been burning faintly against her forehead, resonating with her martial soul as if it were a living thing.

She had tried using soul power to dispel it and tried using her will to suppress it, but nothing worked.

This thing was latched onto her.

"Teacher, I..."

"This fox seal..."

Bibi Dong interrupted her, her tone complex, as if several emotions were tangled together:

"Has already completely bound itself to your martial soul."

Hu Liena's body stiffened.

Bibi Dong reached out, her fingertips hovering just above the center of Hu Liena's brow, sensing the aura radiating from that Fox Seal—delicate and soft, yet bottomless.

She pulled her hand back.

"Whether you are willing or not, Nana, you have already become entangled with that Shen Yichen."

Hu Liena clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms.

"Teacher, I will not—"

"This matter..."

Bibi Dong looked at her, her gaze filled with heartache, apprehension, and something she had never seen in her teacher's eyes before—a sense of powerlessness:

"I am afraid it will not be so easily resolved."