Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1466 Advancement to Super Martial Soul
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In a hidden space of consciousness within the Douluo Continent, an extremely peculiar and indescribable fluctuation of energy quietly spread out.

People in different places who felt this fluctuation reacted differently and had different thoughts.

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Deep within the Hall of Worship on the back mountain of Wuhun City.

A silver ribbon hung down, accompanied by the gentle murmur of water.

Beside the waterfall, a stone table is set with wine and dishes.

A middle-aged man with an elegant demeanor and blond hair was sitting and drinking with a young man who was also blond and looked much younger.

The middle-aged man suddenly stopped raising his glass, frowned slightly, and turned to look into the distance: "Great-grandfather, another new super martial soul has been born."

"This aura... carries a strong sense of collapse, mysterious and profound, yet also... sharp and fierce."

The blond youth calmly replied, "Yes, its sharpness can cleave the void, its brilliance can reach the sky, its mysteries are profound and unfathomable."

He unconsciously rubbed his chin with his fingers, a thoughtful look on his face. "But this feeling... seems vaguely familiar, yet I can't quite put my finger on what it is."

The middle-aged man raised his wine glass and speculated, "The aura that pierces through and tears apart, if it's not a spear or lance, then it must be some kind of ultimate sword martial spirit? Great-grandfather, there are only a few families like that, aren't there?"

He then added, his tone slightly relaxed: "Moreover, at least this time the characteristics are relatively clear; it's a super martial soul, unlike the one that appeared three years ago, which felt too vague and unfathomable."

"Could it be the work of his family descendants?" A cryptic glint flashed in the blond youth's eyes. "Interesting."

The middle-aged man put down his wine glass, looked up at the young man opposite him, and said with a deep gaze: "Great-grandfather, about the Chen family... their movements have become increasingly louder lately, and the people below have quite a few complaints, making it a bit difficult to suppress them."

The blond youth glanced at him, his tone flat and unreadable: "Xi Zi, why did Chen Zixiu give me that jar of the peerless ninth-grade Zhi wine three years ago? Have you thought about it?"

"My old injury has healed a lot thanks to it, and we have to acknowledge this kindness."

He paused, his voice remaining steady, "And the information about that Death Spiral magic circle also helped us eliminate quite a few Crimson Cult seeds... Isn't that their way of expressing their stance?"

The middle-aged man's expression was solemn: "My great-grandfather's condition has improved, so I naturally understand."

"It is precisely because of this old relationship that I have been suppressing the voices below."

"However... we can't always solve our internal pressures by suppressing them."

The blond youth didn't answer directly, but instead posed a question, his voice soft yet weighty: "So, how many Title Douluos do you plan to send to 'deal with' the Chen family?"

Xi Zi was clearly caught off guard by the question and paused for a moment, then asked, "What?"

The blond youth offered no explanation, but continued, "Not long ago, I sent Fan Jin deep into the Shero Mountains. Do you know what he saw on that battlefield?"

He stared directly at Xizi, “The massive glacier covers dozens of miles, and retains strange, domineering blood and energy that is unlike that of ordinary people… The aura of that area is still lingering and surging to this day.”

Qian Xizi was startled again, then realized what was happening and her expression changed slightly: "Were these traces left by Lu Xueqi and Zhang Xiaofan?"

The blond youth picked up his wine glass, his tone returning to calm, yet containing an undeniable and profound meaning: "This is an era of great contention. Various forces are rising up, and talents are emerging in great numbers. It is no longer the time when our Spirit Hall alone can cover the sky and suppress all voices."

"Xi Zi, if you insist on trying..."

He gently swirled the liquid in his glass. "You may put this idea into action—send someone to try it. But before that,"

He shifted his tone slightly, carrying an invisible pressure, "Why not take a closer look at the glaciers in the Xieluo Mountains, smell the lingering peculiar blood aura, and ask them if they would allow others to reach out at will?"

...The magnificent and solemn Temple of Poseidon is built of dark black stone, and the light inside is a soft, ethereal blue.

The air was thick with moisture and pure energy, creating an invisible pressure.

Deep within the main hall, the altar was empty, except for a deep, sea-like, constantly swirling and condensing indigo mist that floated silently.

It surges silently, exuding a pure and vast ancient aura, an intangible symbol of the sea god's existence.

Wearing a magnificent priest's robe and holding a gilded scepter, the woman who looked to be in her thirties, Posara, raised her head and looked at the cloud of light.

Standing next to her was Poseidon, who was about 1.7 meters tall, with smooth silver hair and delicate features.

The girl asked softly, "Godmother, what's wrong?"

Posara replied, "A new super martial soul must have been born."

"Can you tell me the exact location? Is it on the mainland?" Poseidon pressed.

Polsala shook her head slightly: "The exact location cannot be determined."

"However, you're right, it's most likely on the mainland. There haven't been any signs of anyone reaching the second-tier perfection and breaking through on Poseidon Island recently."

Her voice was calm. "It seems that a new powerful figure has emerged on the continent."

Poseidon agreed: "The number of Soul Masters on the continent far exceeds that of us."

Polsala turned to her, her gaze filled with concern: "Child, are you really leaving tomorrow?"

Poseidon said with certainty, "Yes. The team is now complete, and Uncle Carol will lead the team in the actual battle training."

"He will take his team to various battle arenas and gathering places of spirit beasts on the mainland to train and accumulate experience."

Posa looked at her: "The problem is that you left the team first and went straight to Tiandou City."

Poseidon nodded and explained, "Uncle Carol is very experienced and suitable to lead the training team. I'm not going with the team because I want to go and check out the situation there before the team arrives in Tiandou City."

“I especially want to observe the style of some of the top young players up close.”

A serious glint appeared in her eyes.

Upon hearing this, Pousara smiled knowingly and softly replied, "Oh."

Seeing this, Poseidon took a step closer and gently shook Poseidon's arm with a daughter's affection: "Godmother..."

Looking at her daughter's coquettish manner, Bosala didn't fully expose her daughter's thoughts. She simply reached out and tapped her forehead: "Do you think I don't know what you're thinking? What, do you want to challenge that Eastern Emperor girl who's ranked first on the Prodigy Ranking?"

Poseidon paused for a moment, then her eyes turned serious: "I'll give it a try."

This answer surprised Posara slightly, who seemed somewhat taken aback by her determination, before nodding and saying, "Alright."

"Take Longma with you. It will be safer to have someone to look after you along the way. When you arrive at Tiandou City, please give my regards to the High Priest."

Poseidon smiled and said, "Thank you, Godmother. I knew you were the best."

Polsala added at the end: "Also, after the match, please take a detour to Chang'an City and deliver a letter to your grandmother for me."

Poseidon nodded, a slight smile playing on her lips, a hint of sweetness barely perceptible in her expression: "Okay."

(End of this chapter)