Douluo Continent: My name is Yang Jian, and I achieved sainthood through my physical body

"You lost." His voice was calm.

Poseidon opened her eyes, looked at the blade in front of her, and then at Yang Jian's calm face.

A complex emotion flickered in her eyes.

"I lost."

She put away the scepter and turned to go back to fulfill her promise.

Just then, a voice came from the sky.

"No need."

The voice was deep and authoritative, carrying an air of arrogant dominance.

Poseidon's body stiffened, and she abruptly raised her head.

The phantom of the sea god in the sky did not dissipate; instead, it became even more solid.

The phantom's eyes lit up, and its mouth opened and closed as if it were speaking.

"Lord Poseidon!"

Poseidon quickly bowed and greeted him, his voice full of respect.

The phantom of the sea god casually waved his hand, his gaze falling on Yang Jian.

Yang Jian dispelled the Law of Heaven and Earth, returning to its original size, and looked at the illusory image of the sea god.

He knew that the Sea God had descended upon the human world through Poseidon's ninth soul skill.

Although it wasn't his true form descending, a wisp of his divine consciousness was enough for him to communicate with mortals.

"What do you want to do?" Poseidon's voice was cold, with a hint of warning. "If you dare to harm Poseidon Island, I advise you to give up that idea. I will not stand idly by."

Yang Jian shook his head.

"I have no interest in Poseidon Island."

"I just want to talk to you about something."

Poseidon raised an eyebrow.

"what's up?"

Yang Jian repeated what he had said to Poseidon earlier.

After hearing this, Poseidon was completely dumbfounded.

He himself did not know which successor he would choose in the future, so why was this mortal so certain?

"So, you want me to stop testing your enemy, the God of War?"

Yang Jian nodded.

"Yes."

Poseidon chuckled.

"Although I don't know what makes you so certain that someone will become, or is qualified to become, my successor in the future, why should I listen to you even if it's true?"

His tone was tinged with sarcasm.

“Finding a successor is extremely difficult. If there is indeed such a promising talent, why would I give up? Just because of what you just said?”

"Heh, you think too highly of yourself."

His gaze turned colder.

"Your strength is indeed impressive, but you are still just a mortal. Do you really think I can't do anything to you?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian understood.

In the end, this world still comes down to force.

Without sufficient strength, no matter how right you are, some people simply won't listen.

He gave a cold laugh.

"Poseidon, do you really think I can't do anything to you?"

His gaze was fixed on the illusory figure.

"That's right, you are a high and mighty god, and you do have the ability to descend to the mortal realm in your true form, but even if you reach that point, do you really think you can easily suppress me?"

He extended his left hand.

"Howling Celestial Dog".

A surge of white light appeared, and a white dog appeared at his feet, crouching on the sea surface, its ears perked up and its tail wagging gently.

It looks no different from an ordinary dog; it's small, white, and looks harmless.

But seven spirit rings lit up beneath its feet.

Red, red, red, red, red, red.

Seven 100,000-year soul rings.

The Celestial Hound's body began to swell.

One zhang, two zhang, five zhang, ten zhang, twenty zhang, fifty zhang, one hundred zhang.

A colossal beast, hundreds of feet tall, appeared on the sea.

Its silvery-white fur gleamed with a metallic sheen under the moonlight, and its eyes, like two bright moons, radiated a captivating light.

It opened its mouth wide and let out a low growl at the phantom of the sea god.

"Roar!"

The sound waves exploded on the sea surface, creating waves tens of meters high.

The phantom of the sea god frowned.

He could sense that the white dog's aura was extremely terrifying, and he feared that even if he were to appear in his true form, he would find it difficult to subdue it easily.

His gaze fell on Yang Jian, finally no longer haughty and aloof.

While not exactly afraid, it turned out that this mortal was indeed qualified to negotiate with him.

The realm of gods has its own rules. He can descend to the mortal realm in his true form, but he absolutely cannot do so for very long.

Otherwise, if the God King discovers them, it will be extremely difficult to escape.

Poseidon felt like he was being manipulated and was not happy about it.

“I have to find a successor.” His tone was tinged with helplessness. “If your enemy really becomes my successor in the future, I certainly can’t pretend I don’t see it.”

"Unless... you find me a suitable successor before that."

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian's eyes darted around.

He thought of his older brother, Yang Jiao.

To be precise, it was because she remembered her brother's martial spirit.

Trident.

He looked at the trident in Poseidon's hand, a slight smile playing on his lips.

“I do have someone who recommends me.”

Poseidon became interested.

"Oh? Tell me about it."

Yang Jian revealed Yang Jiao's name and location.

"See for yourself."

The sea god's gaze swept into the distance, traversing mountains and rivers, and landed above Tiandou City.

He saw Yang Jiao.

The dark-skinned boy was standing in the courtyard, holding a silver trident, practicing his halberd techniques under the moonlight.

His halberd technique was crude, but the boy's eyes were focused.

Poseidon's pupils contracted slightly.

Trident.

Is that his martial spirit?

It looks almost identical to my weapon... no, even stronger!

He had never seen this kind of martial spirit in a human before.

When the boy held the trident, he felt an inexplicable sense of harmony, as if the trident had been made for him.

A surge of excitement welled up in Poseidon's heart.

This young man is simply his perfect successor.

The only problem is that the level is a bit too low, only around level 30.

However, he is still quite young and has a lot of room for growth.

Poseidon withdrew his gaze, looked at Yang Jian, and nodded.

"This young man is not bad."

Chapter 158 Golden Phantom

Yang Jian's lips curled up.

"So it's settled then?"

The sea god thought for a moment and said, "Have your brother break through to level sixty before your enemy and come to Seagod Island. If he can do it, I can pass on my divine position to him."

Yang Jian nodded.

"It's a word."

It's a bit difficult, but not impossible.