The sky was black, and the water was black.
There was no wind, no waves.
The stillness made it feel as though even one's soul would freeze.
"Where is this?" Poseidon looked around in terror. He discovered that the Sea God divine power within him was like a stagnant pool here, utterly impossible to stir.
The Asura God clenched his fists, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
At that moment, the black ocean ahead suddenly split down the middle.
It was not churning waves, but the entire sea being forcibly pried apart to either side by some supreme, unimaginable power.
Two enormous red lanterns, as vast as suns, slowly lit up at the bottom of the abyss.
They were two eyes.
Then, a creature so enormous it defied description slowly rose from the depths of the trench.
Its massive turtle shell seemed to bear the weight of an entire world.
The long serpent coiled atop the shell flicked its grayish-white tongue.
Every breath it took stirred up a storm within this space, one powerful enough to destroy stars.
This was not a statue.
This was the living ancient true god who commanded the northern netherworld and heavy water—the Black Tortoise!
The Black Tortoise God lowered its head. Those enormous red eyes pierced through the vast distance and stared directly at Poseidon and the Asura God below, tiny as specks of dust.
It did not move, nor did it release any divine power fluctuations.
It was merely a glance.
An oppressive force originating from the source of their bloodlines, an absolute suppression of rank that stood above every law of the Douluo God Realm, descended in an instant.
Poseidon felt a crisp crack come from his Sea God divine core.
The water laws he had always prided himself on were like