Douluo Continent: The Twin Holy Dragons of Light and Darkness, the Dragon Emperor Breaks Through the

"Tell me what's wrong."

The Sea God is not someone anyone can meet.

Ling Feng remained silent for a moment, then slowly said, "This junior is searching for the path to godhood and would like to ask the Sea God for guidance."

Contra's pupils contracted slightly. He stared at Ling Feng for a long time, then shook his head.

"Young man, the path to godhood cannot be pointed out by others."

The sea god will not see you.

Let's go.

Ling Feng did not leave.

He stood there, gazing at the white temple, motionless.

Jin Chen stood beside him without moving.

The group of sea spirit masters surrounded them, their tridents gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

No one spoke; only the sea breeze blew.

From morning to noon, and from noon to evening.

As the sun sets, it bathes the entire Poseidon Island in gold.

The group of sea spirit masters never left, and Ling Feng remained still.

As darkness fell, a blue light suddenly shone from the white temple.

A beam of light shot out from the temple and landed in front of Ling Feng, transforming into a phantom image that was both real and illusory.

Chapter 165 Poseidon

It was a woman who looked to be around thirty years old. She wore a dark blue robe, and her long, sea-blue hair reached her waist. She had an exquisite face and a noble yet aloof demeanor, as if she were one with the sea.

What is most striking about her are her eyes—they are a deep blue, like the sea, and one glance at them feels as if you are being sucked into an endless abyss.

Poseidon.

High Priest of Poseidon Island, a level 99 Peerless Douluo.

Upon seeing Poseidon's phantom, the group of Sea Soul Masters all knelt down, including their leader, who was at the Soul Douluo level. They all lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at her.

Poseidon didn't look at them; her gaze was fixed on Ling Feng.

She stared for a long time, so long that Jin Chen's legs went numb.

"Eternal Wind?"

Her voice was soft, yet it reached Ling Feng's ears clearly.

Ling Feng clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"That's right, junior."

Poseidon was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "I know why you've come."

But the Sea God will not see you.

Ling Feng raised his head and looked into Poseidon's eyes.

"why?"

Poseidon looked at him calmly.

"Because your path is not at sea."

Ling Feng fell silent.

He remembered what Qian Daoliu had said, what Gu Yuena had said, and what Chi Yan and Han Shuang had said.

They all said something similar—you have to walk your own path.

No god can guide you, and no one can help you.

Ling Feng bowed deeply.

"Thank you for your guidance, senior."

He turned and walked toward the beach.

Jin Chen was stunned for a moment, then quickly followed.

"Boss, are we just going to leave like this?"

Ling Feng didn't answer, he just kept walking.

Poseidon's voice came from behind.

"A thousand years of soaring winds."

Ling Feng stopped walking without turning around.

"Your martial soul is the Dark Sacred Dragon?"

Ling Feng nodded.

"Yes."

Poseidon's voice was very soft.

"The Dark Holy Dragon hasn't appeared for a long time."

The last person to possess this martial soul almost became a god.

Ling Feng's face remained expressionless.

What happened to that person later?

Poseidon was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Dead."

Jin Chen's body trembled slightly.

Ling Feng simply nodded.

"Thank you for informing me, senior."

He continued walking towards the beach.

Behind him, Poseidon's phantom slowly dissipated, and the blue light gradually disappeared as well.

The group of Sea Soul Masters stood up, looking at Ling Feng and Jin Chen's backs with complex emotions in their eyes.

On the beach, the old boatman was still sitting at the bow of the boat, his pipe already extinguished.

He glanced at Ling Feng.

"Didn't see him?"

Ling Feng shook his head.

"No."

The old boatman nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

"Let's get on the boat."

The ship slowly sailed out of the harbor of Poseidon Island and headed west.

Jin Chen sat at the stern of the boat, looking back at the island that was getting further and further away, and a feeling that he couldn't quite put his finger on welled up in his heart.

"Boss, why won't Poseidon see you?"

Ling Feng was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Perhaps it's because I'm not worthy yet."

Jin Chen's eyes widened.

"You're not worthy?"

You are the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, a level 78 Soul Saint, with a 380,000-year Soul Ring!

If you're not good enough, who is?

Ling Feng looked at him, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Whether someone is a good match or not depends not on their rank, but on their path.

My path is not yet firmly established.

Even the sea god is no match for me.

Jin Chen nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

The ship sailed for another seven days before finally returning to Wanghai Town.

The old boatman brought the boat to shore, took the thousand gold soul coins handed to him by Ling Feng, and stuffed them into his pocket without even counting them.

He glanced at Ling Feng and suddenly said, "Young man, I have lived for over seventy years and have seen many people."

You are the most talented Soul Master I have ever seen.

But talent isn't everything.

Your journey is still long.

Ling Feng clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"Thank you for your guidance, senior."

The old boatman waved his hand, turned around, and left.

Ling Feng watched his retreating figure and suddenly asked, "Senior, how do you know where Seagod Island is?"

The old boatman did not turn back.

"Because when I was young, I also went to see God."

Ling Feng was slightly taken aback.

"Has it been found?"

The old boatman remained silent for a moment.

"Found it."