Douluo Unrivaled: The Beginning Materializes the Black Abyss and White Flowers

Chapter 396 The Situation of Seagod Island
If he had lost his emotions, he wouldn't have been so obsessed with revenge—after all, isn't hatred itself an intense emotion? If he had truly lost all his emotions, hatred would naturally have nothing to cling to.

"Teacher Xiaoya's martial soul is Blue Silver Grass."

A wise light gleamed in Huo Yuhao's eyes.

"The core characteristic of the Blue Silver Grass martial soul is that it possesses a tenacious vitality and resilient extensibility far exceeding other martial souls. As long as Teacher Xiaoya's martial soul can achieve a fundamental evolution, then with the martial soul's feedback, she will naturally be able to obtain a vast and pure life force, which is enough to offset the huge consumption generated during the detoxification process."

He paused, his eyes gleaming even brighter.

"And as far as I know, there is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity in this world that could very well cause Teacher Xiaoya's Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul to undergo a qualitative leap."

"Oh?" Upon hearing this, Bei Bei and Jing Yuan simultaneously focused their attention on him.

Huo Yuhao lowered his voice and said in a deep voice:
"According to the ancient books and hidden historical records I have consulted, in this era, there once existed a Blue Silver Grass on the continent that had cultivated to the level of 100,000 years. She was not only a 100,000-year-old soul beast, but also successfully transformed into a human and was revered by all Blue Silver Grass as the Blue Silver Emperor. Her name was Ah Yin."

"Blue Silver Emperor... Ah Yin?!"

Bei Bei's breath hitched. As a top student in the inner court of Shrek Academy and one of the contemporary Shrek Seven Devils, he certainly knew what this name meant, and he was even clearer about who the sole possessor of the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline was in this era.

His heart began to pound uncontrollably.

"That's right!"

Huo Yuhao nodded firmly, his eyes burning with determination.

"As a 100,000-year-old soul beast and the emperor of Blue Silver Grass, Blue Silver Emperor Ah Yin must have left behind a soul bone after her fall. Moreover, this soul bone is very likely a top-tier soul bone that condenses the essence of her life's cultivation and her vast, ocean-like primordial life force."

He looked at Beibei and deduced:
"If Teacher Xiaoya can absorb this 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor Soul Bone, the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, which is of the same origin, will surely resonate and be stimulated in the most perfect way. It is very likely that she can take this opportunity to break through her own limitations and undergo a fundamental evolution."

"More importantly, the immense and unimaginable primordial life force contained within the soul bone, belonging to the 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor, can be instantly infused and filled into Teacher Xiaoya's limbs, bones, and the depths of her soul."

Huo Yuhao's gaze was fixed on Bei Bei, and he spoke clearly, word by word:
"At that time, with the help of a suitable detoxification method, the life force vacuum and soul trauma caused by the complete removal of the toxin will be quickly filled, repaired and nourished by the massive life energy provided by this soul bone, which is of the same origin. Not only will the insidious poison be easily eliminated, but Teacher Xiaoya's martial soul will also be able to evolve and transform."

“Even the foundation that has been damaged by the toxins over the years may be repaired and restored by this powerful life energy. This may be the only, and most perfect and ideal, way to save her right now.”

Beibei's body trembled violently, his eyes flashing with an intense desire and determination, but then a hint of struggle and hesitation flickered in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and said in a dry voice:
"But... Blue Silver Emperor Ah Yin was Tang San's biological mother! Her soul bone is so precious and important, it's very likely... very likely that Tang San's ancestor has already refined and absorbed it himself... we..."

So, are you going to give up?

Before Bei Bei could finish speaking, Huo Yuhao's eyes suddenly turned cold and sharp, and his tone seemed to be frosty as he interrupted him.

"Give up this only, and possibly last, chance to save Teacher Xiaoya?"

His words were like sharp swords, piercing the softest and most conflicted part of Beibei's heart.

If Bei Bei hesitates or even chooses to give up on seizing this life-saving soul bone because of her reverence and concern for her ancestors, then Huo Yuhao will be extremely disappointed.

In his current view, those who are too pedantic and naive, and who adhere to unrealistic moral principles, cannot survive in this cruel world, let alone be worthy of walking with him to achieve those grander goals.

Hearing Huo Yuhao's almost cold question, Bei Bei suddenly raised his head, the last trace of hesitation in his eyes completely crushed, replaced by a do-or-die determination and resolve. He almost roared:
"No, no matter who has this soul bone now, I will get it for Xiaoya, even if it is Tang San's ancestor... I am willing to do anything for Xiaoya, even if I bear the infamy for thousands of years, even if I am an enemy of the world."

Yes, for Tang Ya, he was willing to betray the righteous path he upheld and the Shrek Academy he was so proud of, and even willing to degenerate into an evil soul master despised by the world. So what is there to hesitate about now?
As long as there is even a sliver of hope that Tang Ya can be restored to her former self and become that lively and spirited girl again, even if it means going against the legendary first generation of Shrek Seven Devils and fighting against Tang San, the ancestor who is revered and worshipped by countless people, Bei Bei will never back down an inch.

Huo Yuhao's lips finally curved into a satisfied smile. He reached out and patted Bei Bei's tense shoulder firmly, his tone softening and carrying a hint of encouragement:
“Very good, this is the Senior Brother Bei Bei I know. Based on the intelligence and speculation we have so far, Tang San and his group are very likely currently active within the Star Luo Empire. As long as we find him and confirm the whereabouts of the soul bone, Teacher Xiao Ya will be saved.”

Jing Yuan, who had been standing silently to the side, took in everything and shook his head almost imperceptibly.

He knew in his heart that Bei Bei's bottom line was being constantly broken and lowered under Huo Yuhao's step-by-step guidance and the pull of Tang Ya, her only weakness.

However, he did not intend to interfere too much, as this was Beibei's own choice, a decision based on his own feelings and will.

As an observer, he respects everyone's choices and all the consequences that must be borne after making those choices.

Moreover, to be fair, Huo Yuhao's suggestion was not a deception on Bei Bei's part. It was indeed the most feasible and theoretically possible way to save Tang Ya.

That 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor Soul Bone was indeed the best key to solving the problem of the stubborn poison and the loss of life essence in Tang Ya's body.

On the vast and boundless sea, the once calm and blue surface has long since vanished.

Instead, a horrifying scene, as if the end of the world had arrived, unfolded.

Thick, inky filth energy, like an endless curtain, shrouded the entire sea in an eternal twilight.

The sky was terribly gloomy, and violent thunder roared and churned among the thick, dark clouds, yet it could not penetrate the suffocating darkness.

In the heart of this utterly eroded sea, an island stubbornly radiates a warm and sacred golden light, like the last lighthouse standing firm in the storm—that is the sacred land that carries the legacy of the sea god, Poseidon Island.

Poseidon Island was tightly shrouded in a huge golden light shield, which was the purest and most concentrated divine power, the manifestation of the radiance left behind by the sea god in the world.

On the surface of the light shield, countless ancient and mysterious divine patterns flowed slowly, exuding a vast, majestic, inclusive, and powerful aura. In this polluted world, it struggled to support a pure land, resisting the endless erosion and impact from the outside world.

Outside the protective barrier lurks a terrifying presence capable of driving any living being to the brink of madness.

Several enormous heads, formed from murky seawater and dark purple destructive energy, stood majestically like a continuous mountain range. They roared deafeningly, carrying the will to destroy everything, and slammed into the seemingly thin golden light shield again and again.

Each impact caused the light shield to tremble violently, golden ripples spreading outwards as if startled, as if it were about to shatter completely at any moment. This was the calamity born from the memories of the World Tree, the terrifying being that crawled out of the moving filth—the Vortex Demon God, Oser.

It is not a creature that should exist in this world, and it even transcends the concept of ordinary soul beasts.

It is the ultimate aggregate of negative energy, a personification of resentment, despair, and death.

Unlike those filthy spots fixed on land, Oser has roamed the depths of the ocean since its birth, greedily devouring the fear and wails of all things in the sea and absorbing all the negative emotions that permeate the world.

From the moment it was born, it already possessed the strength of a level 100 true god, which surpasses that of ordinary mortals.

If Poseidon Island had not been chosen by the Sea God as the place of inheritance, and had not been protected by his most primal divine power, it would have been impossible for it to have withstood the relentless attacks of such a terrifying demon god for so many years.

As a product of pure negative energy, Oser has no reason, no intellect, only the instinct to devour and destroy.

This instinct drives it to devour all living beings, energy, and even space it encounters, turning them into nourishment for its own growth.

The pure and powerful aura of the sea god on Poseidon Island was an irresistible temptation for it.

It is a demon god originating from the ocean. Although it is just a negative energy entity born from the memories of the World Tree, it still controls a fragment of power belonging to the sea.

Its instinctive desire is to devour the legacy of the sea god, complete itself, and become the supreme being that truly rules over all the oceans.

At the highest point of Poseidon Island, before the temple, Poseidon's high priestess Poseidon stood against the wind.

Behind her, the seven pillars of Seagod Island—the guardians of the Sacred Pillars—stood solemnly, each one a renowned titled Douluo.

However, at this moment, these top experts on the continent could not hide their worry and a hint of despair and helplessness.

The power of the demon god outside the light barrier was too terrifying. The aura it emitted alone was enough to shatter the fighting spirit of a titled Douluo-level expert, making it difficult to even muster the courage to fight it head-on.

Poseidon's stunningly beautiful face bore an undisguised worry and deep weariness. Her deep blue eyes, as dark as the ocean, gazed at the devastating scene outside the light barrier. The scepter in her hand, inlaid with a huge ocean blue gemstone, was gripped so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

"How much longer can it...hold on?"

This silent question echoed repeatedly in her heart, so heavy that it almost suffocated her.

She understood the gravity of the situation better than anyone else.

As a noble first-level deity in the divine realm, the Sea God is restricted by the rules of the divine realm and can never directly intervene in the conflicts of the lower realm. He can only passively defend himself through the inheritance and divine power he left behind.

The sea god's divine consciousness contained within that inheritance, though incredibly powerful and sufficient to temporarily resist Oser's invasion, was ultimately insufficient to completely kill this demon god born from the filth of the world.

The nature of the power is completely different. Oser's corrupt nature has a strong polluting and corrosive effect on the pure divine power. Under this cruel consumption of power, the defense of Poseidon Island will only be like quicksand in an hourglass, gradually drying up.

The only hope, or rather, the only contingency plan left by the Sea God, is the emergence of someone who can fully inherit the Sea God's position.

A successor who can pass the nine trials of the Sea God in the mortal realm, inherit the divine position, ignite the divine fire, and become a true god.

Only a newly born, complete sea god can, with perfect divine power, truly mobilize the vast power of the sea to dispel this endless filth and completely purify and kill the demon god Oser.

Only in this way can Poseidon Island, and everything it protects, truly survive this unprecedented calamity.

A plea for help? A bitter smile crossed Poseidon's lips.

She had never really considered this idea.

Even Poseidon Island, which possesses the residual divine power of the sea god, can only struggle to survive under the tyranny of this demon god. What can the forces on the continent, whether it be the Spirit Hall that dominates a region or the two vast empires, do?

In battles at the level of a hundred-level True God, the power of mortals, even those at the peak of level ninety-five or above, appears so insignificant and powerless.

Moreover, the entire sea area has long been completely sealed off by the demonic power of Oser. The towering waves and filthy energy vortexes form a deadly natural barrier, and any ship attempting to leave Poseidon Island will be swallowed up by the endless darkness in an instant.

They had long been trapped on an isolated island, cut off from the world.

All we can do is endure and persevere.

Mobilizing all the resources of Poseidon Island, relying on the devout prayers and unwavering faith of all the believers on the island, squeezing out every bit of potential, they supported the crumbling light of Poseidon, waiting for the destined person who could inherit the divine position to appear.

However, the hope is so slim.

Poseidon's gaze swept across the interior of Poseidon Island with a hint of barely perceptible sadness.

Those loyal Sea Soul Masters, their eyes filled with awe and piety, were willing to give their lives to protect their homeland, yet none of them could truly reach the supreme threshold of the Sea God's inheritance.

The mark of the trident of Poseidon, a symbol of divine status, has never been borne by anyone.

Even when faced with such a desperate situation, where survival hung in the balance, the Sea God never lowered his standards for choosing a successor.

God's pride cannot be desecrated, and the weight of God's position cannot be tainted by any charlatan.

(End of this chapter)