Douluo Continent: After Ten Thousand Years of Silence, I Was Exposed by the Sky.

Chapter 72 A Stallion Phoenix?! Poseidon: Qian Daoliu, do you know where Tang Chen went? (Please continue reading)
At this point, Yu Xiaogang glanced at Ma Hongjun, whose face was slightly pale from being eroded by evil fire for a long time, and continued without any mercy:

"In the past, you might have been able to vent your anger through... that kind of method."

But now, as your soul power increases, that violent fire element is growing stronger within you, like a time bomb that could explode at any moment.

Your current state is less about mastering a top-tier martial soul and more about being enslaved by it.

Ma Hongjun's face instantly turned red. He wanted to refute it, but couldn't find a reason, because what the master said was true.

Since consuming that inner core, the frequency of his attacks has indeed increased, and each time he vents, he becomes even more violent, sometimes even unable to control his destructive urges.

Yu Xiaogang sighed, his gaze sweeping over everyone present before finally settling on Ma Hongjun, his tone heavy:

"The assessment of the Heavenly Curtain is not only about the strength of its power, but also about the quality, potential, and perfection of the martial spirit."

The Soul Master system on the Sun Moon Continent has developed for tens of thousands of years. The fact that they dare to challenge us shows that they possess extremely high attainments in the research and optimization of Martial Souls.

“Hongjun, although your martial spirit is powerful, the fatal flaw of ‘evil fire’ is too obvious.”

If you are truly chosen by the heavens, your uncontrollable evil fire flaw will be magnified infinitely in front of hundreds of millions of viewers.

"If you make a fool of yourself on the stage because of your evil fire..."

Yu Xiaogang paused, his eyes sharpening, and said, enunciating each word clearly:

"I'm afraid that when the time comes, it won't just be you who loses face, but also the face of Shrek Academy, and even the face of the entire Soul Master world of Douluo Continent!"

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Ma Hongjun's head.

There was dead silence in the room.

Dai Mubai and Tang San exchanged a glance, both seeing the helplessness in each other's eyes.

They knew the master was right; Ma Hongjun's current state was indeed like a double-edged sword without a sheath, hurting both himself and others.

Ma Hongjun clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh, his heart filled with resentment and frustration.

But faced with Da Yu and Xiao Gang's all-seeing gaze, he could only lower his head, grit his teeth, and remain silent.

Zhu Zhuqing's gaze toward Ma Hongjun showed even more disgust.

Phoenix again?
Almost a stallion!
If she had a choice from the beginning, Zhu Zhuqing wouldn't have chosen to join Shrek Academy. She only became teammates with this kind of person because she had no other choice.

Wuhun City, Worship Hall.

Night falls and the stars dim.

Qian Daoliu sat cross-legged beneath the angel statue, feeling slightly distressed because he had been defeated by Wei Linglong during the day.

Even though she knew she would never make any progress in her soul power in her lifetime, she still chose Mingxiu.

However, just as Qian Daoliu had entered a meditative state and his mind was barely able to return to oneness...

A faint yet familiar aura, which sent shivers down his spine, suddenly entered his field of vision.

That scent... it smells like the sea.

Vast and profound, yet carrying an unprecedented sense of weakness and depletion.

"This aura... how is this possible?!"

Qian Daoliu suddenly opened his eyes, and two beams of light shot out from his golden pupils.

Qian Daoliu didn't bother to straighten his somewhat disheveled robes. With a flash, he transformed into a streak of light, instantly breaking through the dome of the Hall of Worship and arriving in the night sky outside Martial Soul City.

His mental energy spread out like a tide, instantly locking onto the edge of a forest ten miles outside the city.

There, a lone figure stood.

Qian Daoliu unfurled his six wings, propelling him rapidly downwards until he hovered ten meters in front of the figure. Qian Daoliu looked at the person before him with a mixture of wariness and disbelief.

The man was wearing a large, coarse black robe that completely concealed his figure, with even his head covered by a hood, making him look like a down-on-his-luck wandering soul master.

But no matter how faint that aura was, Qian Daoliu would never mistake it.

That was a dream he had cherished and pursued his entire life, yet could never reach.

"is it you?"

Qian Daoliu's voice was somewhat dry, and even trembled slightly.

He couldn't believe that the proud woman who had vowed never to leave Poseidon Island would actually come here to see him.

The figure in black robes trembled slightly, as if he had sensed the complex emotions in Qian Daoliu's voice.

She slowly raised her hand, which was so pale it was almost transparent, and so thin it was heartbreaking.

As the hood was slowly pulled back, a strand of long silver hair slipped down first, followed by the face that Qian Daoliu had been longing for.

Poseidon.

However, at this moment, where is there any trace of the peerless demeanor of the former Sea God Douluo, the invincible ocean?

That once noble and aloof, stunningly beautiful face, which made the world pale, was now as white as paper, without a trace of blood.

His eyes, which were once as deep as the sea, were now bloodshot, dull and lifeless, filled with weariness, confusion, and a deathly stillness after the collapse of his faith.

Poseidon looked at Qian Daoliu, who was suspended in mid-air and surrounded by golden light, and barely managed to twitch the corners of her mouth, revealing a desolate smile that was more like a grimace.

"Sendou Ryu... It's been a long time."

Poseidon's voice was hoarse, as if he had sand in his throat.

Qian Daoliu's heart suddenly clenched.

Qian Daoliu saw the tear stains at the corners of her eyes and sensed that the once vast and boundless soul power within her body was now as dry as a stream about to run dry.

With the fall of Poseidon Island and the collapse of the Poseidon faith, she, as the high priestess, clearly suffered a devastating backlash.

The goddess who was once high above him, making him and Tang Chen feel ashamed of themselves, has now fallen to such a state.

“Poseidon…”

Qian Daoliu landed slowly, concealing the golden light around him. He subconsciously wanted to step forward to help her up, but stopped halfway.

"How...did you become like this?"

Poseidon swayed, as if a gust of wind could blow her over.

Poseidon gave a bitter smile, his gaze passing over Qian Daoliu to the majestic Martial Soul City in the distance, and the angel statue that still emitted a faint light in the night.

"Poseidon Island... is gone."

"That man... the man I worshipped as a god all my life, it turns out... he was so despicable."

At this point, a flash of intense hatred and pain crossed Poseidon's eyes, and two lines of tears slid down her pale cheeks once again.

"Qian Daoliu, now I am just a homeless, wandering ghost."

"I've come here not to reminisce, nor to ask you for anything."

Poseidon took a deep breath, forcing herself to maintain her last shred of dignity, and looked directly into Qian Daoliu's eyes:

"I only have one question for you... When Tang Chen chose to seek the path to godhood, do you know where he went?"

(End of this chapter)