radicalducati Chapter 69 The cozy Poseidon Island, the life-or-death moment for the Haotian Sect!
Chapter 69 The cozy Poseidon Island, the life-or-death moment for the Haotian Sect!
Chapter 69 The cozy Poseidon Island, the life-or-death moment for the Haotian Sect!
A gentle sea breeze, carrying its unique salty and refreshing scent, softly lifts the pale blue curtains of the Temple of Poseidon.
In stark contrast to the raging war and bloodshed on Douluo Continent, Seagod Island seemed to be a pristine paradise forgotten by the gods, its tranquility almost luxurious.
The sunlight poured down on Poseidon Mountain without reservation, and the golden radiance intertwined with the sacred aura of the Poseidon Temple, creating layers upon layers of dazzling halos.
Not long ago, this sea area witnessed an earth-shattering battle.
The deep-sea demon whale king, who had ravaged the ocean for hundreds of thousands of years and had long since transformed into a dragon, invaded Seagod Island with the ambition to devour the heavens and the earth.
However, it was facing the Sea God Douluo Poseidon, who had already broken through the level 100 barrier and achieved the status of a first-level god.
That battle changed the color of the sea and sky, with towering waves, but the outcome was surprisingly swift.
With a single strike, the arrogant overlord of the deep sea was blasted back by Poseidon's scepter, which contained the boundless divine power of the sea god, and fled in disarray to the abyss of the deep sea, where it has not dared to show its face since.
At this moment, two figures stood side by side beside the white jade railing in front of the Temple of Poseidon, like a perfect couple.
Poseidon wore a magnificent red robe, and her long, sea-blue hair danced gently in the wind.
Her beauty remained undiminished; time seemed to have left no trace on her face, instead imbuing it with an aura of nobility and majesty that commanded respect. Yet, before the man beside her, this majesty transformed into a tender, almost pleading affection.
The man was tall and strong. Although his face was not exceptionally handsome, it was as if it had been carved by a knife and axe. Beneath his thick eyebrows, his eyes were bright and piercing, exuding an aura of domineering dominance.
He is none other than Tang Chen, the legend of the Haotian Sect, the former King of Slaughter, who has now also stepped into the realm of a first-level god.
Tang Chen stretched out his rough yet warm hand and gently grasped Poseidon's soft, boneless hand.
The two remained silent, gazing quietly at the magnificent view where the sea and sky met in the distance.
Since arriving at Poseidon Island and resolving the misunderstanding from years ago, the two poured out their hearts to each other, and the emotions that had been suppressed for decades erupted like a volcano, yet flowed like a gentle stream.
"Chen," Poseidon called softly, her voice ethereal and melodious.
"Are you really not planning to go back to the mainland for a visit? I sense that the atmosphere there is very chaotic."
Upon hearing this, Tang Chen's lips curled into a confident and arrogant smile. He gently patted Poseidon's hand and laughed, "Xixi, you're overthinking it. Chaos? When has this world ever been free of chaos? But my Haotian Sect has stood as the number one sect on the continent for many years, with a profound foundation."
"Back then, I defeated Qian Daoliu and forced him to swear an oath that the Spirit Hall would never offend my Clear Sky Sect. As long as that old bastard Qian Daoliu is still around, the Spirit Hall will not dare to touch the Clear Sky Sect in the slightest."
At this point, a hint of reminiscence and pride flashed in Tang Chen's eyes: "As for other forces? Hmph, they're nothing but chickens and dogs."
"Now that we have both become god-level powerhouses, what in this world can stop us? In the first half of my life, I wasted too much of your time for that vague promise and the so-called path to godhood."
"Now, all I want is to stay on this Seagod Island, watch the sunrise and sunset with you, and make up for the regrets of the past. The sect has its own children and grandchildren to rely on. If I, an old man, have to worry about everything, when will they ever truly grow up?"
Looking at Tang Chen's resolute profile, Poseidon felt a surge of warmth in her heart and said nothing more, simply resting her head gently on his shoulder.
Under the pressure of the two first-level gods, the sea spirit beasts around Seagod Island even became cautious in their breathing, for fear of disturbing this sacred tranquility.
However, Tang Chen was unaware that the era he spoke of, where "as long as Qian Daoliu was there, no one would dare to move," had already crumbled with the start of the God War and the rise of new forces.
The scene shifts, traversing countless mountains and rivers, and arrives at the Haotian Sect, nestled among the mountains within the territory of the Tiandou Empire.
The atmosphere here is the complete opposite of the warm and peaceful Poseidon Island. The air is filled with a suffocating sense of oppression and despair, like dark clouds looming over the city before a storm.
The council hall of the Haotian Sect was filled with a chilling atmosphere.
The massive stone pillar is carved with the totem of the Haotian Hammer. In the past, this totem symbolized power and glory, but now it appears particularly pale and powerless.
"Bang!"
A muffled thud—the sound of a fist slamming heavily onto the stone table.
The current sect leader, Tang Xiao, had a livid face and bloodshot eyes, staring intently at the disheveled and dejected figure in the center of the hall—his younger brother, Haotian Douluo, Tang Hao.
At this moment, where was even a trace of the domineering aura that once shook the Papal Palace?
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He was dressed in rags, his hair was disheveled, and his resolute face was filled with exhaustion and resentment. What was most alarming was the deep sense of powerlessness in the depths of his eyes.
"Second brother, say it again—" Tang Xiao's voice trembled, carrying a hint of disbelief and hope.
"Grandfather—isn't he in the Killing City?"
On both sides of the hall, the five elders stood up in unison, their eyes fixed intently on Tang Hao.
That was the last straw for the Haotian Sect, their only source of confidence to eke out a living in this chaotic world.
Tang Hao took a deep breath, his voice hoarse like a broken bellows: "Big brother, elders—I'm going. The City of Slaughter—is destroyed."
"Destroyed?!" the Second Elder exclaimed in shock, the teacup in his hand falling to the ground with a "crash" and shattering into pieces.
"How could it be ruined? Where is Grandpa? Where is he?"
Tang Hao closed his eyes in pain, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, and blood dripped from between his fingers: "I searched the ruins of the Slaughter City, and even captured a few wandering evil soul masters to interrogate them. They said—the Slaughter City had undergone a drastic change several months ago, and then completely collapsed."
"As for my grandfather—no one knows where he went. I followed the clues and searched every possible place on the continent, but there was no trace of him. My grandfather—it's as if he vanished into thin air."
"It's over————"
Tang Xiao swayed and fell heavily onto the sect leader's throne, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.
"Without Grandfather to oversee things, how can we withstand the current situation?" The Third Elder muttered to himself, his face ashen.
"Although the Spirit Hall is currently preoccupied with its own problems, the Spirit Beast race—"
Just then, a spy from the Haotian Sect stumbled into the hall, his face filled with terror. He scrambled to his knees and cried out, "Report! Sect Master! Something terrible has happened! Something terrible has happened!"
"What's the panic! What kind of behavior is this!" the Seventh Elder roared, trying to maintain the last shred of dignity of the sect, but his trembling beard betrayed his inner fear.
The scout swallowed hard, his voice trembling with tears: "Sect Master, Elders—urgent report from the front! The Star Luo Empire—the capital of the Star Luo Empire—has been breached!"
"What?!"
The hall fell into a deathly silence; everyone held their breath.
The Star Luo Empire is one of the two great empires with millions of soldiers and profound resources!
"Who is it? Is it the Spirit Hall?" Tang Xiao suddenly stood up and asked sharply.
"No—it's not the Spirit Hall—" The scout trembled all over, as if recalling some extremely terrifying scene.
"They are soul beasts! An endless army of soul beasts! Leading them is a ferocious beast called Xiong Jun, whose true form is a Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear, and it is said that its cultivation has reached 430,000 years!"
"Mr. Xiong...
'
These two words struck the hearts of everyone present like a heavy hammer blow.
The scout continued, sobbing, "That Bear Lord—he's terrifying. That single claw strike seemed to tear the heavens apart, ripping the Netherworld White Tiger summoned by the Emperor and Empress of the Star Luo Empire to shreds. —Now, the Soul Beast army is rampaging through the Star Luo capital, and—and—"
"And what! Speak!" Tang Hao took a step forward, grabbed the spy by the collar, and roared.
"Moreover, according to the brothers who escaped back, after the Xiong Jun broke through the capital, he looked to the north—he said that the debts that human soul masters owed to soul beasts should be collected one by one."
"Especially—sects possessing powerful weapon spirits—"
"boom!"
Tang Hao released his grip, and the scout collapsed to the ground.
The Haotian Sect possesses the number one weapon spirit in the world.
Geographically, although the Haotian Sect's secluded place is nominally in Tiandou, it is actually located in the mountains at the border of the two countries. The straight-line distance from the capital of the Star Luo Empire is only a moment for a god-level expert.
"His—their next target is us—" Tang Xiao's voice was extremely dry, carrying a chilling aura.
The hall was deathly silent.
Outside the window, a pale flash of lightning suddenly streaked across the originally gloomy sky, followed by rolling thunder, as if the drums of doomsday were beating.
Tang Hao turned around and looked at the rolling mountains outside the hall.
They knew that the Soul Beast race was led by the Silver Dragon King Gu Yuena, who possessed the power of a God King!
He once thought that with the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, he could smash all injustice and protect everything he wanted to protect.
But now, facing Gu Yuena, the Silver Dragon King who commands all beasts and whose strength has reached the God King realm, he felt an unprecedented sense of insignificance.
"Grandfather—" Tang Hao cried out in his heart, "Where are you? If you don't return, the Clear Sky Sect—will truly perish!"
Meanwhile, on the distant Poseidon Island, Tang Chen was still immersed in the joy of reuniting with Poseidon, enjoying the sea breeze, completely unaware of the impending catastrophe that was about to befall his descendants.
At this moment, fate played the cruelest joke on the Haotian Sect.
On one side are a blissful, idyllic couple, and on the other is a desperate sect about to face the wrath of the God King.
"Pass down the order—" Tang Xiao slowly closed his eyes, two lines of clear tears sliding down his cheeks, his voice filled with determination and sorrow.
"Activate the sect's protective formation. All direct disciples, prepare for a fight to the death."
The wind picked up even more.
The Haotian Sect's banners fluttered in the wind, as if playing a final elegy for this once glorious sect.