Within the Sky Curtain, Poseidon scratched his head as he looked at the grand map dividing the planet's waters.
"Master, a hundred Title Douluo... isn't that too extravagant? Now that I've become a god, can't I manage things myself?" Poseidon asked.
Lin Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, his robes billowing in the sea breeze.
"Gods have their own rules." Lin Xuan's tone was calm. "You are a First-Level God. If you handle every matter personally, what is the point of having the Sea God Hall?"
Lin Xuan raised a hand and pointed at a node on Douluo Continent.
"You need a representative. A High Priest who commands one hundred and eight branch halls and exercises divine authority in your stead." Lin Xuan looked at Poseidon. "Otherwise, do you plan to descend to the mortal world every day to ask me how to settle disputes among Sea Soul Beasts?"
Poseidon waved his hands repeatedly. He feared trouble most of all, and he feared his master's scolding even more.
"I'll leave everything to Master." Poseidon lowered his head obediently.
Outside the Sky Curtain.
Sea God Island.
Bo Saixi looked at the Sky Curtain and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
So that was the original purpose behind establishing the High Priest. Gods stood high above in the God Realm; they truly needed representatives in the mortal world.
Sea Horse Douluo and the others nodded as well. This matched their understanding of divine majesty.
Yet Bo Saixi's brows remained tightly furrowed.
Since the Sea God Hall had been so prosperous twenty thousand years ago, its first High Priest must have been an extraordinary genius.
Then what exactly happened afterward?
Why had the one hundred and eight branch halls vanished without a trace?
Where had the hundred Title Douluo-level priests gone?