Advance! Disaster Is About to Descend on Sea God Island!

At the center of the earth's ley lines, in North Nether City, the Sky Screen was showing Bei Miao's heroic figure as he swept through his enemies.

Seeing Bei Miao win his opening clash and shatter Sea God Island's vanguard with a single blow, the crowd burst into cheers.

Some, of course, paid even closer attention to the Soul Rings Bei Miao had absorbed.

At the Li Family residence.

A man in an ornate white robe was drinking tea with the chancellor, Di Huaiying.

When he saw Bei Miao absorbing Soul Rings on the Sky Screen, Di Huaiying could not help but sigh. "As expected of Lord Bei Miao, one of the Five Elders. Three Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings! It looks like there'll be quite a few more advancement spots in this year's tournament."

"Indeed. Lord Bei Miao obtained several Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings. The Soul Ring tournament will be even more exciting now."

The white-robed elder was Li Erfeng, head of the Li Family. His Martial Soul was the Divine Flame Phoenix Emperor, and he was one of the Northern Underworld Empire's ten surviving Limit Douluos.

Long Wei's deputy, Feng Ying, was his son. His full name was Li Fengying.

"The Soul Ring tournament held every five years is about to begin. Will your son Feng Ying try his luck?"

"Forget it. That good-for-nothing boy of mine would get beaten so badly by those experts he'd run off with his tail between his legs."

Li Erfeng disparaged his son, but he wore a smile. No one understood Feng Ying's strength better than he did.

At just twenty-three, Feng Ying had already reached Level 90 as a Soul Douluo. He needed only one more Soul Ring to enter the Titled realm.

More frightening still, Feng Ying had continued gathering Soul Power while waiting for a suitable Soul Ring. Otherwise, he would have reached the Titled realm a year ago.

And his Divine Fire Phoenix had yet to reach its limit. If it awakened and evolved into a Divine Flame Phoenix Emperor, his strength would rise another level. Surpassing his father would only be natural.

"Hahaha, Brother Li, you're too modest."

Di Huaiying laughed heartily. "I'd say your boy has a chance of taking first place, wouldn't you?"

"You flatter him."

Li Erfeng then brought up Li Yuanfang. "Though Li Yuanfang at Elder Di's side comes from a branch of the Li Family, isn't he exceptionally gifted too?"

"He's about the same age as my son, and their strength isn't far apart. The way he wields his Phoenix Chain Blade is as fierce as a tiger. With an opponent like him, Feng Ying may have a hard time winning."

"Hahaha, likewise!"

While Di Huaiying and Li Erfeng talked, Bei Mingxue was delighted by the news as well.

After all, even they did not have enough Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings.

Demand for Soul Rings was enormous. Although Bei Mingyuan had established a cycle, the stronger Soul Beasts and Soul Masters became, the greater their vitality and the longer they lived.

As a result, there was no shortage of Soul Rings under ten thousand years old, but Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings remained in short supply. They could not very well combine every lower-level Soul Ring into a hundred-thousand-year one, could they?

Fortunately, many Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts prepared to offer themselves as sacrifices when they knew they could not survive their lightning tribulation. Humans did the same when they knew their lives were nearing their end. It was an unspoken rule both sides accepted.

"Hmph. Grandpa Bei Miao has stepped in this time. Let's see how long Bo Saixi can hold out."

Bei Mingyuan gave a cold laugh. "Forget Grandpa Bei Miao. I doubt she could withstand a single coordinated volley from our Level 9 Fixed Soul Guidance Cannons."

"Besides, she can't even communicate with the Sea God now. How long can she last on the divine power he left behind? She's already a lamb waiting for the slaughter."

Bei Mingxue rose and swept her dragon robe aside. "Pass on my orders. All Soul Tool workshops are to operate at full capacity and accelerate production of Level 9 Fixed Soul Guidance Cannons. I want to give the people of Douluo Continent a taste of what's coming!"

"As you command!"

High above, dark clouds massed and lightning flashed.

Across the ocean, a fleet raced over the waves toward a single destination: Sea God Island, a thousand li away.

Bei Miao stood on the deck, bickering with Bei Mingyuan. It might have seemed like arguing with himself, but circumstances had forced him into it.

Hundreds of thousands of years had taught Bei Mingyuan what loneliness felt like. If he had not been able to talk to himself and sleep through the years, he would have broken long ago.

"Tell me, why do you insist on taking Sea God Island?"

Bei Miao folded his arms, looking utterly unconcerned. "Why not just clear the way with Soul Cannons and blast them until they surrender? What do you need me for?"

Bei Mingyuan appeared opposite Bei Miao as a phantom. "What, you're unhappy I let you out to have some fun? Should I call Xin Nan next time?"

"Forget it. With his slow-and-steady nature, what would he get done?"

Bei Miao curled his lip. "Without me, would you get anything done here?"

Bei Mingyuan looked toward the emerging outline of Sea God Island. "I just don't want things to be too boring. For hundreds of thousands of years, all we've done is sleep and then sleep some more. It's been unbearably dull."

"Now we've finally made it to where the story begins. Wouldn't it be a waste not to enjoy ourselves?"

"Fine, fine. You're the original. We'll do it your way."

Bei Miao raised his hands in surrender. "Do as you please. I'll conquer the world for you. You can handle the thinking."

"You lazy bastard!"

Bei Mingyuan laughed as he scolded him, then dissolved into nothing.

"Hmph. If you're lonely, just say so. Why make so many excuses?"

Bei Miao snorted softly. Without him and the other avatars, and without the people of the Northern Underworld Continent, he could scarcely imagine what Bei Mingyuan would have become.

Just then, Long Wei emerged from inside the ship. "Master, we'll reach Sea God Island in another hour."

"Mm."

Bei Miao nodded. "Are the Fixed Soul Cannon Shells ready?"

"They're all ready!"

"Good!"

Bei Miao slapped the railing and pointed ahead. "When the time comes, aim straight at Sea God Hall up there! Blast it to pieces!"

"Just looking at that damned Sea God's hall makes me angry. I, Bei Miao, am the king of water. What the hell is Poseidon?"

Bei Miao did not care what Bo Saixi and the others in the live broadcast room thought. He cursed away. How could a worthless wretch like Poseidon call himself king of the sea?

I spit on that!

I, Bei Miao, haven't even claimed that title!

"As you command!"

Long Wei nodded and turned to make the arrangements. Every ship in the front rank deployed its Soul Cannons, ready to fire.

"Heh. Bo Saixi, I hope you don't disappoint me."

Bei Miao gazed at the distant Sea God Island and gave a cold laugh.

Hearing Bei Miao's words from the Sky Screen, Bo Saixi stood outside Sea God Hall and slowly tightened her grip on her staff.

"How dare you insult Lord Sea God, you wretches!"

Gritting her teeth, Bo Saixi extended her staff. She drew upon the last of the divine power within Sea God Hall, forming a blue barrier around it.

Even if I die, I'll defend the Sea God's Temple and Lord Sea God's honor!

Bo Saixi made that vow in her heart. With everything in place, she waited quietly for the Northern Underworld fleet to arrive.