One Hundred and Eight Thousand Jin

Three days later, Tang San stepped into the Sea God Temple.

On the raised platform at the center of the hall, a long black shaft stood at an angle, embedded in stone. Dust and grime hid most of the trident's patterns. Bo Saixi stood below the platform. The guards had withdrawn beyond the doors, and the stone seats around the hall still bore the grooves left when they were cast.

"One hundred and eight thousand jin. If it doesn't accept you, you won't take it away."

Tang San climbed onto the platform and gripped the shaft. The metal was piercingly cold. Only when Sea God's Light descended along the mark on his forehead did a thin golden line shine across the trident's surface.

Ning Rongrong stood to one side, the Nine Treasures Tower's strength boost falling upon his arms. Tang San bent his knees and pulled upward with both hands. The muscles across his shoulders and back tightened at once, but the shaft gave only a faint sound.

The platform did not move.

He changed his stance. The Blue Silver Emperor plunged into the cracks behind him, its Martial Soul Avatar bracing his lower body. A little grime fell from the shaft, and the wound that had just closed across the web of his thumb split open again.

Ning Rongrong's strength boost had reached the limit he could currently bear, yet the shaft's lower end remained firmly lodged in the stone seat. Tang San tried using the platform's edge as a fulcrum. The moment he tilted it half an inch sideways, the shaft drove a stronger pressure back through his hands and forced him upright. Bo Saixi saw that his soles had sunk into the bluestone, but she did not step forward. She merely had Sea Horse Douluo send the