Chapter 268: Sea God Island? Or Devil Island?

Chapter 268: Chapter 268: Sea God Island? Or Devil Island?

Just then, a few distinct knocks sounded from outside the door. Shui Bing’er hurriedly rose to her feet, straightened her clothes, and walked briskly over to open the door.

Standing in the hallway outside was Ye Lingling, clad—as always—in her long black dress and black veil.

"Lingling? What is it?" Shui Bing’er asked.

Ye Lingling looked at her, her voice brief and calm: "The Sect Master wishes to see you."

Her words were concise, but Shui Bing’er knew that was simply Ye Lingling’s nature.

Shui Bing’er nodded: "Alright, I understand. Thank you."

Ye Lingling gave a slight nod in return, then turned and walked away.

Shui Bing’er returned to her room, checked her appearance in the mirror, took a deep breath, and then stepped back out, heading toward the Main Hall.

...

The Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect—Main Hall.

Jiang Bai sat in the seat of honor; upon seeing Shui Bing’er enter, he offered a faint smile.

"Well? Did you get enough rest?"

Shui Bing’er replied respectfully: "Sect Master, I am well-rested. Thank you for your concern."

Jiang Bai waved a hand dismissively: "Sit down."

Shui Bing’er took a seat to the side.

Jiang Bai looked at her and got straight to the point: "How did it go?"

Shui Bing’er answered: "Sect Master, I have received the Sea God’s recognition. He has instructed me to travel to Sea God Island to formally commence my Divine Trials!"

Jiang Bai nodded: "That is excellent. Go make your preparations; we will set out in a few days."

A warmth spread through Shui Bing’er’s heart: "Sect Master, you intend to accompany me?"

Jiang Bai smiled: "Of course. I promised to help you find a great opportunity; naturally, I must see it through to the very end."

"Besides, the scenery on Sea God Island is said to be quite beautiful; it will be the perfect chance to go and enjoy ourselves."

Shui Bing’er gazed at him, her eyes filled with gratitude.

"Sect Master... thank you."

Jiang Bai waved his hand again: "No need for thanks. Go and get ready; we depart in a few days."

"Understood!"

...

Meanwhile, in the distant Western Sea...

Sea God Island.

It was an island shrouded in dense mist—a perpetual fog that never dissipated, acting as a natural barrier that isolated the island from the outside world.

The island’s peaks towered into the clouds, their slopes blanketed in lush, dense vegetation, amidst which various structures could be faintly glimpsed.

At the very center of the island, a towering peak—standing five hundred meters high—stood majestically.

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of the island...

Upon a stretch of beach, shattered planks of ships, tattered flags, and scattered corpses lay strewn about in disarray.

The waves crashed against the shore, washing the wreckage inland only to drag it back out again, ceaselessly scouring the sands.

The air hung heavy with the pungent scent of blood.

Standing at the water’s edge, Sea Dragon Douluo gazed upon the bodies with eyes filled only with cold indifference.

Behind him, a group of islanders from Sea God Island were clearing the battlefield, piling the broken ship planks together in preparation for burning them.

Satisfied that no further danger remained, Sea Dragon turned and took flight toward Sea God Mountain.

Sea God Mountain.

The entire mountain was enveloped in a faint, soft golden radiance—a glow that, while gentle, brooked no irreverence—exuding an aura of profound sanctity and majesty.

At the very summit stood a magnificent and solemn temple, constructed entirely of white jade.

The Sea God Temple.

"Grand Priestess." Sea Dragon bowed respectfully toward the Sea God Temple.

Moments later, a beam of red light—soft yet imbued with supreme authority—descended directly before him.

As the light dissipated, the figure of a woman of peerless beauty was revealed.

She wore a long robe as vivid red as blood—a splash of brilliant color that stood out with striking intensity against the austere backdrop of the island.

Her long, sea-blue hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, shimmering with a faint halo in the sunlight. Her features were exquisitely beautiful, yet they bore an air of natural majesty—an authority that commanded awe without the need for anger.

Clutched in her right hand was a scepter, fully three meters in length. Embedded at its tip was a blue gemstone the size of a clenched fist—a gem within which, it seemed, ocean waves were ceaselessly surging.

She was the Grand Priestess of Sea God Island, the Sea God’s chosen emissary in the mortal realm: the Level 99 Peerless Douluo—Bo Saixi.

"What is it?" Her voice, ethereal yet commanding, echoed upon the sea breeze. Sea Dragon spoke respectfully,

"Reporting to the High Priestess: we discovered a fleet of ships in the waters just off Sea God Island, suspected to have come from the mainland. They attacked us without a word of warning, but they have now been annihilated."

Bo Saixi’s brows furrowed slightly.

From the mainland?

Could it be that the Spirit Hall sent them?

Have they still not given up on conquering Sea God Island?

Did Qian Daoliu not warn them?

She opened her mouth to ask, "Are there any survivors?"

Sea Dragon nodded. "There is one."

Bo Saixi said indifferently, "Take me to see him."

She wanted to glean information about the mainland from this survivor—and she wanted to know... how that person was doing now.

Sea Dragon nodded.

The two of them arrived at a makeshift camp situated on the beach.

In the center of the camp stood a man, his body covered in wounds and his clothes reduced to tattered rags.

Dai Weisi.

At this moment, his eyes were filled with nothing but terror and despair. His hair was disheveled, his face caked with blood and grime, and his lips were cracked and parched; he cut a truly wretched figure.

He finally understood why this place was known as the Devil’s Island.

Dai Yuhao’s fleet had been wiped out in less than an hour. Those colossal Sea Spirit Beasts—those terrifyingly powerful Spirit Masters—were simply forces they stood no chance of resisting.

Of all the people who had set out together, he was the only one left alive.

Everyone else had gone to the bottom of the sea to feed the fish.

Bo Saixi walked up to him and looked down at him from above.

In those sea-blue eyes of hers, there was neither pity nor sympathy—only utter indifference.

"What is your name? Where are you from?"

Dai Weisi raised his head to gaze at the peerlessly beautiful woman standing before him, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"I... my name is Dai Weisi. I come from the Star Luo Empire..."

His voice was hoarse, tinged with the sound of weeping.

"Don’t kill me... I beg of you... please don’t kill me..."

After months of grueling hardship at sea and the battle he had just endured, his mental fortitude had long since shattered.

The dignity of a prince?

The resolve for revenge? In the face of death, such things were utterly meaningless.

Bo Saixi’s tone remained calm: "Very well, I won’t kill you. Tell me: what is the current situation on the mainland?"

Dai Weisi clung to this chance like a drowning man grasping at a lifeline; he hurriedly spilled everything he knew.

As Bo Saixi listened, a tempest of emotion raged within her heart.

The Spirit Hall has unified the entire continent?

Was this Qian Daoliu’s doing?

She fell silent for a moment, then asked again: "Have you ever heard of the Clear Sky Sect? Have you heard of Tang Chen of the Clear Sky Sect?"

Dai Weisi shook his head: "The Clear Sky Sect was wiped out by the Spirit Hall long ago. As for Tang Chen... I have no information."

Bo Saixi’s heart gave a sudden, violent lurch.

Her fingers tightened their grip on her scepter until her knuckles turned stark white.

The Clear Sky Sect... destroyed?

Tang Chen... he...

She took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil surging within her. She cast a brief glance at Dai Weisi, then turned away; with a sudden flash, her figure vanished from the beach.

Sea Dragon gazed in the direction Bo Saixi had disappeared, then turned his head to look at Dai Weisi.

A glint of murderous intent flashed at the corners of his mouth.

Dai Weisi stared at him in terror, his voice trembling: "You... what are you planning to do? Didn’t we have an agreement that you wouldn’t kill me?"

Sea Dragon sneered coldly: "What the High Priestess says has nothing to do with me."

"You can go down there, too—go join your empire and feed the fish!"

With that, he slammed his palm into Dai Weisi’s chest.

"Thud!"

Dai Weisi’s body went rigid instantly; his chest caved inward, blood spewed from his mouth, and his eyes bulged wide in shock.

Then, his body slowly slumped to the ground, landing motionless on the sand.

Sea Dragon lifted his foot and kicked the corpse into the sea.

The waves surged, sweeping the body away until it vanished beneath the water.

Sea Dragon clapped his hands together to dust them off, then turned around.

His gaze drifted toward the distant mainland.

The High Priestess’s reaction just now...

That man must have meant a great deal to her, didn’t he?

What a pity—he was already dead.

...

Inside the Sea God Temple.

Bo Saixi stood before the statue of the Sea God, remaining motionless for a long, long time.

In her mind, Dai Weisi’s words echoed over and over again. "The Clear Sky Sect was annihilated by the Spirit Hall long ago."

"Tang Chen... I do not know."

Tang Chen...

Where did you go?

Are you truly... dead?

She closed her eyes, and a single tear slid down the corner of her eye.

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