Douluo Dalu: Immortal Dragon Clan

Inside the Sea God's Temple in the God Realm, the golden sea of ​​clouds surged and churned, casting a shadow over Tang San's gentle and refined face.

Through the projection of his divine soul, he took in the whole farce at the Shrek Academy's Poseidon Lake, his eyes surging with uncontrollable anger and disdain.

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!" Tang San hissed angrily, his voice filled with disappointment. "Without me, Tang San, Shrek Academy is indeed just a bunch of good-for-nothing trash!"

He had thought that with his personal blessing, the Martial Soul Fusion Technique unleashed by Mu En and Long Xiaoyao would be enough to defeat Sheng Yangyue, even if it couldn't severely injure her.

But what was the result? They exerted all their strength and exhausted all their soul power, yet they only managed to defeat one of the opponent's clones!
What he found even more unbearable was Wang Xinshi, the master of the Sea God Pavilion.

As a Limit Douluo, he couldn't even distinguish between his clone and his true form. He was kept in the dark from beginning to end, which was a disgrace to Tang San and a disgrace to Shrek Academy's millennia-old foundation!
"What a bunch of good-for-nothings!" Tang San cursed through gritted teeth, his gaze then falling on the invitation floating in his palm.

The invitation was emitting a faint golden light, flickering like breath.

Seeing this, his expression softened slightly, and a calculating smile crept onto his lips: "Fortunately, it's about time."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang San slowly closed his eyes, and the divine radiance around him gradually subsided, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

Outside the temple, the God of Destruction sensed that the Sea God's aura had suddenly weakened. He subconsciously glanced in the direction of the Sea God's temple, and with a sweep of his divine sense, he realized that Tang San's soul had already left his body, while his physical body remained in the temple in slumber.

He raised an eyebrow slightly, then silently closed his eyes and stopped paying attention.

This is an unwritten rule in the divine realm—gods cannot personally intervene in the workings of the mortal world, but they can send their divine souls down to find successors or provide guidance that does not directly interfere with the continent's power structure.

As for what you do while your spirit is present, that's the spirit's business and has nothing to do with your physical body.

This practice, which is almost like exploiting a loophole, has long been tacitly accepted by all the gods in the divine realm.

At the same time, in a chaotic and empty blue space, Sheng Yangyue's figure suddenly appeared.

He had barely regained his footing when he was overwhelmed by the sight before him—below him lay an endless expanse of azure ocean, its surface calm and still, reflecting the hazy sky. There was nothing around him except the salty, fishy smell of the sea.

Sheng Yangyue's eyes narrowed, and she instantly understood.

This is the prison that the Sea God Tang San meticulously prepared for him.

He did not take a step rashly, but slowly raised his right hand, and the sword of the sun and moon appeared out of thin air, which he held firmly in his palm.

The sword hummed, surrounded by the power of the sun and moon, emitting a faint glow.

Sheng Yangyue stood still, like a drawn sword, her sharp gaze sweeping across the surroundings, quietly awaiting the arrival of the main character.

He didn't wait long.

A moment later, a blue figure slowly rose from the depths of the ocean, surrounded by rich water elemental divine power. A golden trident hovered behind him. It was none other than Tang San, the sea god who had ascended to godhood ten thousand years ago.

He remained as gentle and refined as ever, with a perfectly measured smile on his face, like a kind elder.

"I have finally met you, the chosen one of this era." Tang San's gaze fell on Sheng Yangyue, his tone gentle and reassuring, as if he had not seen the long sword tightly gripped in the other's hand. "It is truly a blessing to be able to meet the next young person who will carry the destiny of the continent in my lifetime."

Sheng Yangyue simply stared at him coldly, showing no interest in pleasantries, and went straight to the point: "Sea God Tang San, you went to great lengths to infuse your divine soul into the invitation and lure me here. What exactly do you want?"

Tang San's smile faltered slightly, clearly not expecting that this young man would not only recognize him at a glance but also be so disrespectful, showing not even the slightest bit of reverence. His expression darkened, but he quickly regained his gentle demeanor and said earnestly, "As one of those who protected Douluo Continent ten thousand years ago, I, like you, am someone who carries the destiny of the continent."

It is truly heartbreaking to see such a gifted and fortunate person as you mistakenly fall into a den of demons like the Sun and Moon Empire.

I've come here to lend you a helping hand and pull you back onto the right path.

"Hmm, and then what?" Sheng Yangyue's lips curled into a mocking smile. He wanted to hear how this sea god planned to brainwash him.

Seeing that Sheng Yangyue was willing to listen to him continue, Tang San was secretly pleased and nodded silently: "This child is teachable."

"As the chosen one of this era, you possess extraordinary talent and limitless potential." Tang San's tone shifted, becoming serious, his eyes gleaming with an alluring light. "Therefore, this God-King has decided to give you a chance to become a god."

"Are you willing to become my disciple, inherit my divine position, and become the new Sea God?"

After saying that, Tang San looked confidently at Sheng Yangyue.

Becoming a god is the ultimate goal that all soul masters on the Douluo Continent dream of. Even those Limit Douluos who stand at the pinnacle of the continent spend their entire lives pursuing this realm.

He didn't believe that the young man in front of him could resist such a temptation.

But he was very wrong.

Sheng Yangyue had absolutely no interest in becoming a god.

The reason he deliberately stepped into this trap was simply to attract Tang San's full attention and buy time for Ye Xishui to escape Shrek Academy with the spatial authority and necklace.

He knew very well why Tang San had targeted him.

The destiny of this era should have been distributed among Ye Xishui, Mu En, and Long Xiaoyao. This was the natural arrangement of the continent, and Tang San would not interfere too much.

However, through a series of means, he seized all the fortune of the three people and became the unique chosen one of fortune—which attracted Tang San's covetousness.

"I reject!"

The three words, spoken with resounding force, echoed like thunder in this space.

Before Tang San could react, the Sun and Moon Sword in Sheng Yangyue's hand had already transformed into a streak of light, carrying a world-destroying aura, and slashed straight towards Tang San's soul.

No unnecessary words, just the most direct attack!
Poseidon Tang San reacted extremely quickly, immediately summoning the Poseidon Trident and easily blocking Sheng Yangyue's slash.

He stared at the boy who was brandishing his sword and demanded, "Do you know what you're doing?"

"Of course I know—that's why I'm going to kill you!" Sheng Yangyue gripped her twin swords tightly, completely unconcerned that Tang San had easily blocked her sword strike just now.

At this moment, he was like a young, fearless god-slaying calf, regarding the Sea God Tang San in front of him as prey, his eyes filled with excitement.

...(End of chapter)