She stood draped in vibrant crimson, with long blue hair flowing like ocean waves.
Bó Sài Xī hovered in the sky, her purple-gold scepter in hand, exuding a noble and elegant aura. Her eyes—ancient and profound—rested on Ye Han, and a slight furrow appeared between her brows.
Her gaze then drifted toward the two women beside him—the Snow Empress and the Ice Empress. She spoke calmly, voice as placid as still water:
"Sea God Island is a sacred ground. Outsiders, please turn back."
As the High Priestess of Sea God Island, she normally wouldn't personally intervene in such matters. But the sheer pressure radiating from the Snow Empress was terrifying—no less potent than that of Qian Daoliu or Tang Chen in their prime. It was a presence she could not ignore.
"When did humanity birth such a formidable power again?"
She murmured to herself, her eyes once more sweeping across the group—only to suddenly freeze.
As a Rank 99 Titled Douluo, there were few beings in the world who could evade her discerning gaze. Yet now, her eyes narrowed. No matter how subtle the disguise, the truth couldn't elude her.
Upon closer inspection, she recognized the true identities of the two women.
Ye Han, standing tall, replied with a slight frown,
"With all due respect, isn't Sea God Island the land of the Sea God's legacy? If no humans are allowed to tread here, then how is the legacy ever to be passed on?"
"Insolent brat! How dare you speak so audaciously?"
A man behind Bo Saixi roared in anger, clearly displeased by Ye Han's tone.
"Noisy."
It was the Snow Empress who spoke next—her tone indifferent.
Yet the moment her voice fell, an overwhelming aura surged outward like a crashing tide, pressing directly toward the shouting Titled Douluo in the sky.
The man's expression changed drastically. Even before the aura struck him directly, he felt as though he couldn't breathe. His blood flow stagnated, his mind blanked, and his body froze—paralyzed in midair.
Bang.
Bo Saixi gently tapped her radiant golden scepter against the void. Though it struck nothing tangible, a crisp ding echoed through the air. A shimmering wave burst forth from the base of the staff, colliding with the Snow Empress's aura. In an instant, both forces dissipated into nothingness.
The dozens present dared not even breathe, still as stone. The Douluo who had just shouted moments ago was now pale-faced, quaking, and utterly silent.
Bo Saixi now turned her full attention to the woman clad in white—flawlessly beautiful, her aura like frost-laced moonlight. Her eyes—ancient, all-seeing—then finally landed back on Ye Han.
At her level of cultivation, few mortals could catch her eye. Only those who stood as her peers in power were worth a true glance. And yet—this youth. Young in years, yes, yet standing at the center, and even being protected by one who matched her own strength?
She couldn't help but be curious. Who exactly was this boy?
One glance. Then another.
His azure hair shimmered, light catching the strands like crystals in the breeze. The young man stood tall, dignified and serene—handsome beyond mortal standards, exuding an otherworldly grace like a banished immortal.
His eyes were clear, his demeanor calm—neither arrogant nor submissive. A subtle, mysterious aura surrounded him, one that instinctively drew others closer.
Bo Saixi's brows creased once more. She realized she could not see through him.
"Are you a spirit beast in human form?" she asked with some uncertainty.
This puzzled her deeply. If he was a transformed beast, then why did she detect no trace of disguise? But if not—why would two spirit beast sovereigns protect him so fiercely?
Ye Han smiled faintly.
"Does my identity matter that much?"
With the Snow Empress and Ice Empress by his side, there was no place in this world he could not go. His earlier courtesy had been out of politeness, but if they wouldn't respond in kind—then he'd meet them head-on. Yield to no one.
"The Sea God's legacy is not open to just anyone," Bo Saixi replied, no longer pressing about his background.
"Talent, comprehension, willpower, bloodline—only those who are extraordinary may even qualify."
It was a subtle shift—she had yielded.
Words alone wouldn't drive these people away. She understood that.
"I'm seven years old. Spirit Power Rank 26. Is that talented enough?" Ye Han responded plainly.
"As for comprehension, willpower, and bloodline—those aren't things words can prove."
As he spoke, he released his martial spirit.
A blue, rhombus-shaped shard of ice appeared in his palm, radiating intense cold. Alongside it, two bright yellow spirit rings emerged—shimmering with power.
In the span of a single year, he had advanced sixteen levels without the aid of shortcuts—pure cultivation through effort alone. This level of growth didn't make him the most gifted of all, but it certainly put him above ninety-nine percent of other spirit masters.
Bo Saixi's eyes showed a flicker of surprise. Yet it wasn't his cultivation speed that shocked her—she had seen many geniuses as the Sea God's chosen, even some who grew faster.
What truly startled her was the density of his spirit power—it was as vast and solid as that of a four-ring Soul Sect.
"Very well. You qualify for the Divine Trial."
She gave a nod. But before Ye Han could celebrate, her voice rang out again:
"However, the Divine Trial is filled with peril. Death is a very real possibility. You may proceed—but your life and death are your own to bear."
Her words carried no malice. She didn't even look at Ye Han after speaking, instead turning to face the Snow and Ice Empresses.
She wasn't afraid—just cautious. If something were to happen to the boy, and these two women went berserk... well, it would be a headache she'd rather avoid.
After all, "the sea is invincible" wasn't just empty talk.
"We believe in him," said the Ice and Snow Empress in unison.
"Then come with me."
With that, Bo Saixi turned and walked away. Her graceful, curvaceous figure caused more than a few sailors present to swallow involuntarily.
"Tired of having eyes, are you?"
The Ice Empress turned, shooting a cold glare at them. Her frosty tone made even those Soul Masters with four rings shiver, the heat in their hearts snuffed out in an instant.
"Let's go."
The Snow Empress took Ye Han by the hand, lifting him into the air, and followed after Bo Saixi.
Crossing the shoreline into the island's heart, the view opened up.
Before them stood a colossal statue wielding a trident, its divine presence imposing and vast. Grand structures surrounded it like guardians.
"This is your first trial," Bo Saixi said, guiding them to a towering staircase.
"Climb all 333 steps. Only then, if you earn the Sea God's recognition, can you proceed to the next trial."
Ye Han didn't hesitate. He took the first step.
The seemingly ordinary staircase instantly pushed down with pressure, heavy and forceful.
He paused to sense it. Then, before the dumbstruck eyes of Bo Saixi, he strode forward—leaping three to five steps at a time, quickly reaching the 200th step.
Only then did he begin to feel strain. Restraining his arrogance, he slowed his pace.
Step by step, his movements steady and fluid.
At the 300th step, his face flushed. At the 310th, sweat formed on his brow. By the 320th, his clothes were soaked through. At the 330th, he stopped, sitting cross-legged.
He activated his self-created cultivation art: The Supreme Mystery Scripture (Tai Xuan Jing).
Metallic chimes echoed from within his body—like hammers forging steel—clear and crisp. At the same time, the surrounding spirit energy surged toward him like a tide.
Ye Han absorbed it all, refining it without resistance.
Fifteen minutes passed before he trembled and opened his eyes.
He had broken through to Rank 27.
Yet the pressure around him hadn't lessened.
"So the pressure scales with strength? That's reasonable."
Muttering to himself, Ye Han stood once more and climbed the final two steps in one burst.
But the last step eluded him—no matter how he tried, he couldn't ascend it.
It wasn't a matter of pressure, but resistance. A strange force repelled him.
Ye Han remained silent, sensing this might be part of the trial.
Condensing his spiritual power into a crescent-shaped silver blade, he slashed forward.
Rip—!
As if fabric tore, the invisible barrier shattered.
His foot landed firmly on the final step.
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