The True Eternal God

Whoosh—

Waves crashed against the jagged reefs along the shore, kicking up murky white foam. Only a few seagulls wheeled through the clear sky, while atop the largest reef stood a man with snow-white hair, silent and still as a lighthouse.

The man was Huo Yuhao, who had come here during the holiday.

After Ju Zi joined them, the annual holiday arrived once again. Since the students had been working exceptionally hard in their daily training, the results over the past year had somewhat exceeded his expectations. On top of that, he still had matters to attend to, so he simply gave the students a break and let them return home to see their families. After all, starting next year, there would be no such thing as a holiday.

Becoming Titled Douluo within twenty years was no easy task, even with his help. Every day, they cultivated under the Soul Power pressure of Ye Xishui, an Ultimate Douluo. The results were hardly any worse than the Sea God's Light on Sea God Island.

Yet in the face of such nearly insane training, they had stubbornly endured, repeatedly breaking through their own limits. Even Huo Yuhao found it somewhat unbelievable. During the first month or two, after every training session, they did not even have the strength to crawl across the ground... Once they gradually adapted, they still had to study combat techniques and the like on top of it every day. It could truly be called unbearable hardship.

Gazing out at the boundless ocean, Huo Yuhao flipped his hand, and an object resembling a conch appeared in his palm. He held it to his lips and gently blew into it. A melodious tune, imperceptible to ordinary people, spread outward and drifted into the distance with the sea.

This was a