Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul is the Black Dragon, I am the Lord of the Gods

Chapter 336 Poseidon's Trident

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The God of Kindness frowned: "The Rakshasa's legacy is extremely dangerous and evil, and it is very easy for it to backfire on its host, distorting their mind. If something really goes wrong, it could lead to a great disaster."

The purple lightning around the God of Destruction flickered slightly: "Isn't this just the right amount of trouble? Let him handle it."

“This…” Poseidon hesitated, unable to finish his sentence.

"What's wrong?" the Asura God asked.

“It’s nothing, you’ll find out soon enough,” Poseidon said.

The Rakshasa God is extremely special because her path to godhood was through the power of evil thoughts. It was a position of evil god forged at the cost of destroying an entire civilization and causing countless deaths.

The fundamental purpose of the Rakshasa Goddess leaving her legacy in various worlds is to create chaos and death. The countless evil thoughts and malevolent ideas that are born in the process become the energy of the Rakshasa Goddess, allowing her to condense her divine thoughts in the mortal realm and do more things even if she cannot descend to the mortal realm.

Therefore, without being extreme or crazy enough, one cannot gain the approval of the Rakshasa's divine will.

He didn't know much about Bibi Dong's situation, but the fact that she could trigger the Rakshasa God's thoughts to descend and pass on the inheritance meant that Bibi Dong's heart must be extremely twisted, with the same evil thoughts as the Rakshasa God. In fact, she might even start another war of extinction that would sweep across the continent!

Bibi Dong's Rakshasa God Trial stalled, stopping just before the crucial eighth trial. The Rakshasa God's will delayed the eighth trial, not because Bibi Dong lacked strength, but simply because her heart no longer met the requirements of the Rakshasa's evil will.

Perhaps her obsession wasn't strong enough in the past, or perhaps her heart is no longer as extreme and crazy as it once was.

However, both are temporary.

The most terrifying aspect of Rakshasa's evil intent is that once it selects a suitable successor, even if the successor wavers, Rakshasa's evil intent will continuously influence the successor, driving them mad!

Only when one's evil intentions are strong enough can one strive for the position of Rakshasa God and unleash the true power of Rakshasa God.

If one's own evil intentions are insufficient, one can easily collapse under the baptism of the Rakshasa's divine power.

Those targeted by Rakshasa either become madmen like her or suffer endless torment and die!

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At the summit of Poseidon Mountain, the black-gold divinely bestowed soul ring finally merged completely with the Blood Spear, its light subdued, transforming into a deep dark gold pattern imprinted on the red soul ring.

Blood Spear's eighth spirit ring—700,000 years!
Xuanming felt the surging soul power within his body, far surpassing his previous strength, and the immense power emanating from the million-year-old abyssal dragon king's torso bone. He clearly realized that his strength had undergone a tremendous change.

Level 80 absorption, level 90 peak end!
In just over a month, they crossed a chasm that ordinary soul masters would find difficult to traverse in decades or even a lifetime.

Now, he only needs one more spirit ring to officially step into the realm of Title Douluo and become one of the strongest people standing at the top of the continent.

Poseidon had been standing quietly by her side, guarding him. Now, feeling the stable and powerful aura emanating from Xuanming, a complex emotion appeared on her beautiful face.

At the peak of level 90 at less than 20 years old, with an eighth spirit ring that has been around for 700,000 years... Such talent and such a speed of advancement are unheard of in the 10,000-year history of Douluo Continent, and even in the long years she has guarded Seagod Island, it can be called a miracle.

Once he obtains his ninth spirit ring, he will undoubtedly become the youngest Title Douluo in history, without exception.

"Congratulations." Poseidon's ethereal voice rang out, carrying a hint of barely perceptible gentleness.

Xuanming nodded slightly in response.

He showed no joy despite the sudden increase in his strength; his gaze remained calm.

The increase in his soul power level only improved his endurance; the change in his actual strength was not significant.

Just as he was about to ask about the specifics of the third test, the golden trident mark on his forehead suddenly became hot!
A completely new stream of information, imbued with undeniable authority, forcefully flooded into his mind:
[The Third of the Nine Trials of the Sea God: Slaying Evil and Pacifying Souls.]

[Content: Address the lingering issues arising from the succession to the Rakshasa Godhood, stabilize the successor's situation, and mitigate any potential instability on the continent. Timeframe: One year.]

[Note: The Rakshasa successor's inner conflict is intensifying, and his evil thoughts are at risk of spiraling out of control, potentially even attracting intervention from the Rakshasa himself. This person has a very deep connection to you.]

[Warning: The power of the Rakshasa is insidious and vicious, adept at bewitching and distorting minds. The inheritor is in grave danger; proceed with caution! A method to eradicate it must be found, or a decisive action must be taken.]

"Slaying evil and pacifying the soul... Rakshasa legacy... Bibi Dong..."

Xuanming stood there, his mind flashing through a jumble of images—the confrontation and the unfinished kiss in the Papal Palace, the confinement and indescribable entanglement in the secret chamber, the woman's purple eyes that were sometimes majestic and sometimes filled with madness and obsession, and the turbulent situation on the continent after she established the Martial Soul Empire...

His relationship with Bibi Dong had long transcended simple hostility or cooperation, and was mixed with too many complex and indescribable emotions and causes. Even he didn't know what their relationship was, and he couldn't say for sure.

Xuanming closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and the pure energy from the summit of Sea God Mountain surged into his lungs, forcibly suppressing his turbulent emotions.

He was increasingly unable to understand what this damned divine test was trying to achieve. "How's their progress?" Xuanming turned to look at Poseidon.

Poseidon looked at the starting point of the Nine Heavens Mystic Steps and said softly, "Arou reached level 136 half a month ago and completed the first test. Hu Liena and Xiao Wu have reached level 100, and the others are also making very fast progress."

To have made such progress in just six months is, frankly, far beyond her expectations.

However, she also knew that Xuanming had given them too much stimulation.

In the past, these children only thought that Xuanming was very powerful, but they did not have a concrete concept of it, nor did they really realize what this terrifying gap between them would bring.

The distance between them and Xuanming grew further and further, making it impossible for them to keep up with his pace, help him, or even watch from afar. They had no ability to get close.

This psychological stimulation is far more terrifying than the oppression brought by the light of Poseidon.

“I’m going away for a while,” Xuanming said.

"They... I'll leave them to you."

Poseidon nodded. "I will take good care of them."

Xuanming was about to turn around and go down the mountain when he paused slightly, as if he had suddenly remembered something.

He looked up at the majestic temple of the sea god, his gaze seemingly piercing through the temple walls and landing on a certain object.

He turned to Poseidon and spoke calmly, but his words sent a shiver down Poseidon's spine: "Could I borrow the trident of Poseidon in the temple of Poseidon?"

A hint of surprise and embarrassment flashed across Poseidon's stunningly beautiful face: "The Trident of Poseidon is a divine artifact left behind by the Sea God, symbolizing his authority and power. It has never been given to an outsider..."

Before she could finish speaking, a gentle yet vast thought resounded directly in her heart—a divine oracle from Poseidon, the god of the sea:

[Allow him.]

Poseidon's words came to an abrupt halt. She looked at Xuanming in disbelief, then glanced in the direction of the Sea God's Temple. Finally, suppressing the turmoil in her heart, she bowed slightly and said, "Since it is the Sea God's decree... please follow me."

She led Xuanming into the solemn Sea God Temple.

In the center of the hall, a huge trident, its entire body gleaming gold and its design ancient and majestic, stood silently on the altar, exuding a vast and sacred aura and supreme pressure.

Just by getting close, one can feel that immense power; ordinary soul masters would probably find it difficult to even look directly at it.

Poseidon was about to remind Xuanming that the Trident of the Sea God weighed 108,000 jin and could not be moved by anyone other than those approved by the Sea God. However, before she could speak, Xuanming walked straight forward and, without the slightest hesitation, reached out and grasped the golden halberd shaft.

Om-!
The Trident of Poseidon trembled slightly, emitting a deep hum, as if scrutinizing the one who touched it.

The vast, sacred aura contrasted sharply with the restrained killing intent and evil aura surrounding Xuanming, even creating a subtle sense of repulsion.

But the next moment, Xuanming's arm muscles bulged slightly, and he effortlessly lifted the 108,000-pound Trident of the Sea God from the altar, as easily as if he were just picking up an ordinary wooden stick!

"!!!"

Poseidon's pupils contracted sharply, and she covered her red lips to prevent herself from gasping in shock. She could clearly see that Xuanming had not gained the full approval of the Trident of the Sea God; the divine weapon still emanated an aura of rejection. He had forcibly picked it up entirely through his terrifyingly powerful strength!

One hundred and eight thousand catties doesn't sound like a particularly exaggerated number; many power-type titled Douluo possess strength exceeding that weight.

However, condensing such a heavy load into a small weapon makes it a completely different story in terms of difficulty to wield!
Moreover, being able to lift it doesn't mean you can use it as a weapon.

Things that require immense effort to even pick up are a burden to carry around.

Xuanming weighed the Trident of Poseidon in his hand, feeling the vast divine power contained within and the faint sense of repulsion, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

He was indeed unable to unleash the power of this divine weapon, but its indestructible material and immense weight alone made it an unparalleled weapon of destruction.

As is well known, the net force acting on an object is equal to the product of its mass and acceleration.

Although it weighs only 108,000 jin, if you apply soul power and swing it out, the impact will be increased tenfold, a hundredfold, or even a thousandfold!

Moreover, this impact is almost entirely concentrated on one point.

To unleash an instantaneous impact force of hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of tons at a single point...

(End of this chapter)