Three Years Later: With Such Pressure, Could It Be Our Cult's Grand Supreme Elder Has Emerged from Seclusion?

Within the dark and secluded undersea temple, Chen Hai knelt devoutly before the enormous Sea God statue.

Day after day, he made offerings to Tang San, endlessly chanting fanatical prayers such as "Great Sea God."

That pure and immense power of faith crossed the planes, making Tang San, far away in the God Realm, feel a wave of comfort.

Just then, a dignified and sacred voice exploded in Chen Hai's mind without warning:

"Chen Hai."

Accompanying this divine voice belonging to Tang San, the Sea God statue at the center of the hall suddenly erupted with dazzling blue-gold divine radiance.

Immediately afterward, a towering phantom of the Sea God condensed before Chen Hai.

Looking up at the phantom emanating boundless divine might, Chen Hai trembled violently, so excited that even his voice stuttered:

"Sea... Sea God!"

That appearance, that aura, was exactly like the statue's—only even more sacred and inviolable!

It was absolutely the living Sea God revealing himself!

"There is no need to be so excited, Chen Hai. This god has already received your sincerity and faith."

Tang San looked down at him from above, his tone easygoing yet carrying a god's tolerance.

"Sea God, this is what your subordinate should do!"

Chen Hai's face flushed red as he repeatedly kowtowed in excitement.

To behold the Sea God with his own eyes, even if it was only a projection, made him feel that he had no regrets in this life.

Forget kneeling in worship—if the Sea God ordered him to kill himself right now, he would not even furrow his brow!

For the Sea God, he would climb mountains of blades and plunge into seas of fire without hesitation!

Feeling the increasingly fanatical power of faith surging from Chen Hai, Tang San smiled in satisfaction.

"Chen Hai, this god has specifically sent this projection down to the mortal realm because there is an important matter that requires your attention."

The moment he heard the Sea God personally delivering a divine decree, Chen Hai seemed to be injected with stimulants. He abruptly raised his head and eagerly declared his loyalty.

"Sea God, please give your orders! Do you need your subordinate to kill someone?

Or exterminate some blind sea soul beast?

With a single command from you, Chen Hai will set out immediately and waste no time!"

Seeing Chen Hai's fervent manner, Tang San gave a slight nod.

"Very good. But there is no need for haste. To you, this is merely a trivial matter.

Recently, an extremely dangerous heretic has appeared on the continent.

Relying on some degree of strength, this person has acted without restraint. Not only has he slaughtered many soul masters, but he has also openly destroyed an important token this god left at Shrek Academy.

I need you to go to the continent and execute this culprit on the spot.

Can you do it?"

"Such a madman actually exists?!"

Chen Hai was greatly shocked.

For this heretic to anger the Sea God enough to manifest in person, he must have committed an unforgivable crime!

He sprang to his feet and pounded his broad chest as he swore:

"Sea God, rest assured!

Your subordinate will definitely capture this man and personally escort him back to Sea God Island, where I will tear him to pieces before your statue!

To disrespect the Sea God is to disrespect Chen Hai and the entire Sea God Clan! This man is unquestionably dead!"

"Mm, very good. However, this person's methods are rather strange. Be careful when acting, and do not let your guard down and get injured."

Tang San appropriately displayed a bit of divine concern.

"The Sea God... is actually concerned for me..."

Chen Hai's eyes heated up. Warmth surged through his heart, and his entire body was instantly filled with endless motivation.

"Sea God, rest assured! Your subordinate will depart for the continent at once. Even if I must dig three feet into the ground, I will reduce this heretic to ashes!"

As he spoke, Chen Hai respectfully picked up the divine artifact Sea God Helmet from the altar and solemnly put it on.

Before leaving, he bent deeply once more and gave the Sea God phantom a bow of the highest respect.

"Mm. This god awaits your good news."

Tang San watched Chen Hai's murderous figure depart, and his heart finally settled completely.

With this move made, there would be no further worries.

Chen Hai was already an Ultimate Douluo. Coupled with the divine artifact Sea God Helmet Tang San had bestowed upon him, if he unleashed his full power, he could display genuine God Rank combat strength for a short time.

No matter how strange that heretic disrupting fate might be, before absolute God Rank power, his only end would be utter annihilation.

With that thought, Tang San finally put his mind at ease.

The phantom gradually dissolved into specks of blue-gold light and dispersed into the air, while the statue in the hall returned to its usual tranquility.

Time flowed on, and in the blink of an eye, three years quietly passed.

Since Qian Jue vanished without a trace, the entire Douluo Continent had fallen into an unprecedented and eerie calm.

The earth-shaking battle from three years ago had long since spread throughout the world, and its repercussions had yet to settle.

Over these three years, Shrek Academy, the Sun Moon Empire, and even the Holy Spirit Cult hidden in the shadows had searched like mad for Qian Jue's whereabouts.

Shrek acted out of deep apprehension. They feared that Qian Jue was still alive; if that harbinger of disaster returned, Shrek would surely be doomed beyond redemption.

The Sun Moon Empire and the Holy Spirit Cult, meanwhile, desperately wanted to recruit this peerless god of slaughter.

Everyone understood that such a monstrous genius with world-upending power could completely reshape the continent's balance no matter which side he joined.

Yet after three full years of exhaustive searching, Qian Jue had seemingly vanished from the face of the earth, with no news whatsoever.

Gradually, every faction accepted one fact.

Qian Jue had already fallen in that great battle years ago.

At this moment.

Sun Moon Empire, Ming Dou Mountains.

Amid the dense forests of a towering, perilous cliff, several Evil Soul Masters clad in black robes and reeking of blood were chasing two young girls as though cats toying with mice.

The two girls were only fifteen or sixteen. The girl running in front had bright orange-red hair and skin as fair as snow.

Although she was drenched in fragrant sweat and looked somewhat disheveled, her lively eyes held a calmness and stubbornness far beyond her years.

Beside her, another petite girl with neat short hair wore a face full of terror. She clutched her companion's clothes tightly, tears welling in her eyes.

"Run! Struggle! The more despair you feel, the more excited we become!"

"Kehehehe—"

The black-robed men let out chilling laughter and greedily sniffed the air.

"Blood! The scent of delicious, pure blood!"

"Help!!"

The short-haired girl, Keke, finally could not hold back and screamed in despair.

Just as the Evil Soul Masters were about to pounce on the two girls, the entire sky darkened without warning.

Immediately afterward, an indescribably terrifying pressure descended like a hundred thousand mountains!

The black-robed men stiffened all over and were forced to halt.

Before the two girls, the void was violently torn apart, and a Hell Gate engraved with countless demon totems appeared out of thin air.

An incomparably sinister, icy aura surged from deep within the gate. Under that ultimate pressure from the depths of their souls, everyone present went weak at the knees and fell uncontrollably to the ground in worship.

"Such a terrifying aura... could one of the Cult's elder consecrators have emerged from seclusion?"

The black-robed men stared fixedly at the Hell Gate, trembling all over.

With pressure capable of destroying heaven and earth, could the Grand Supreme Cult Master have arrived in person?!

Before they could think further, heavy footsteps sounded, and a tall, slender figure slowly stepped out from the Hell Gate.

He was a young man with a face as handsome as a demon's.

Most shocking of all were the eight enormous wings slowly unfurling behind him!

They were no longer ordinary black, but a blend of dark gold and abyssal hues. Every feather seemed to flow with tangible auras of corruption and destruction.

As the eight wings shook together, even the surrounding space was sliced open with fine black cracks, as though heaven and earth themselves could not bear his existence.

This man was Qian Jue, who had just completed his secluded cultivation in the Underworld and returned to the mortal world!

"Phew—Douluo Continent, your king has returned."

Qian Jue took a deep breath of the long-missed air, in an excellent mood.

This period of secluded cultivation had brought a qualitative leap in his cultivation, elevating him from Rank 96 all the way to the peak of Rank 98 Super Douluo!

At the same time, his Fallen Angel Martial Soul had undergone an epic transformation, evolving from six wings into eight wings symbolizing ultimate corruption and destruction!

Just as Qian Jue leisurely stretched his muscles and considered where he might go to have some fun, a filthy, obsequious voice rose from below.

"Wang Wu, deacon of the Holy Spirit Cult branch, pays respects to Elder!"

"Congratulations, Elder, on completing your divine arts and emerging from seclusion with greatly increased strength!"

The other black-robed Evil Soul Masters kneeling on the ground also snapped awake as if from a dream. They hurriedly followed suit, frantically kowtowing, their voices filled with fervor and reverence.