Ursula closed her eyes, sensing the slowly forming rules of trade and feeling them resonate more deeply with her soul.
She knew she had reached the final step. The threshold standing between her and the Divine Seat was growing thinner and thinner.
Once this pocket dimension was completely covered by the rules of trade, her Divine Domain would officially take shape, and her Divine Seat as the God of Trade would stabilize along with it.
Outside that pocket dimension, after confirming that he could not find Fishbone Cave, the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King slowly withdrew his gaze.
He hovered in the dark seawater, an exceptionally rare emotion churning in his golden eyes. It was neither anger nor impatience, but a cold, hardened resolve forged through repeated setbacks.
Ever since becoming a god, nothing had gone smoothly for him.
When he attacked Sea God Island, Bo Saixi had fled in advance with the Sea God's inheritor and the Sea God statue. Although he had destroyed the island, he had failed to obtain what he wanted most. He had wanted to devour the Sea God's inheritor and fuse with the Sea God's Authority, yet all he gained was an empty stretch of sea.
Now, he had come for Ursula, only for Fishbone Cave to vanish as well. The Deep-Sea Witch who made her living through trade seemed never to have existed, leaving behind not even a trace.
The Deep Sea Demonic Whale King closed his eyes and sensed the Divine Power slowly circulating within him.
The deeper his comprehension of rules became, the more clearly he understood the difficulty of advancing a Divine Seat.
The gap between a Second-Level God and a First-Level God was far greater than the gap between a Soul Douluo and a Title Douluo.
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