Chapter 72 Phoenix Stallion?! Poseidon: Qian Daoliu, do you know where Tang Chen went?
At this point, Yu Xiaogang glanced at Ma Hongjun, whose face was slightly pale from being eroded by evil fire for a long time, and continued mercilessly:
"Before, your evil fire might have been able to be vented through... that kind of method. But now, with the improvement of your soul power, that violent fire element in your body is constantly growing stronger, like a time bomb that could explode at any time. Your current state is less about mastering a top-level martial soul and more about being enslaved by your martial soul."
Ma Hongjun's face instantly turned red. He wanted to refute, but couldn't find a reason, because what the master said was true.
Since eating that inner core, the frequency of his attacks had indeed increased, and each time he vented, it was even more violent. Sometimes, he couldn't even control his destructive urge.
Yu Xiaogang sighed, his gaze sweeping over everyone present before finally settling on Ma Hongjun. His tone was heavy:
"The Heavenly Curtain's assessment isn't just about power; it's also about the quality, potential, and perfection of a spirit. The spirit master system of the Sun Moon Continent has developed for tens of thousands of years. The fact that they dare to challenge us shows they have extremely high attainments in spirit research and optimization."
"Hongjun, while your spirit is powerful, the fatal flaw of 'Evil Fire' is too obvious. If you are truly chosen by the Heavenly Curtain, in front of millions of viewers, your uncontrollable Evil Fire flaw will be magnified infinitely. If you then make a fool of yourself on the stage due to the Evil Fire..."
Yu Xiaogang paused, his eyes sharpening, and said, enunciating each word clearly:
"I'm afraid that at that time, it won't just be you who loses face, but also the face of Shrek Academy, and even the face of the entire Douluo Continent's spirit master world!"
These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Ma Hongjun's head.
A deathly silence fell over the room.
Dai Mubai and Tang San exchanged a glance, both seeing the helplessness in each other's eyes.
They knew the Grandmaster was right; Ma Hongjun's current state was indeed like a double-edged sword without a sheath, hurting both himself and others.
Ma Hongjun clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into his flesh, his heart filled with resentment and frustration.
But facing Da Yu Xiaogang's all-seeing gaze, he could only lower his head, gritting his teeth and remaining silent.
Zhu Zhuqing's gaze towards Ma Hongjun showed even more disgust.
Phoenix, huh?
More like a stallion!
If she had a choice from the beginning, Zhu Zhuqing wouldn't have chosen to join Shrek Academy; she only became teammates with this kind of person because she had no other choice.
Spirit City, Hall of Offerings.
Night fell, the starlight dimmed.
Qian Daoliu sat cross-legged beneath the angel statue, feeling slightly bitter because of his defeat at the hands of Wei Linglong during the day.
Even knowing he would never make any further progress in his soul power, he still chose Mingxiu.
However, just as Qian Daoliu entered meditation, his mind barely regaining focus, an extremely faint yet familiar aura—one that sent shivers down his spine—suddenly entered his perception range.
That aura… was the scent of the sea.
Vast, profound, yet carrying an unprecedented… weakness and depletion.
"This aura… how is this possible?!"
Qian Daoliu abruptly opened his eyes, two tangible beams of light shooting from his golden pupils.
Without bothering to straighten his slightly disheveled robes, Qian Daoliu flashed, transforming into a streak of light, instantly breaking through the dome of the Hall of Worship and arriving in the night sky outside Martial Soul City.
His spiritual power spread out like a tide, instantly locking onto the edge of a forest ten miles outside the city.
There, a solitary figure stood.
Qian Daoliu's six wings unfurled, propelling him rapidly downwards, finally hovering ten meters in front of that figure.
Qian Daoliu looked at the person before him with a mixture of wariness and disbelief.
The person wore a large, coarse black robe that completely concealed their figure, even their head was deeply covered by a hood, making them look like a down-on-their-luck wandering soul master.
But even the faintest aura was unmistakable to Qian Daoliu.
It was the dream he had loved and pursued his entire life, yet could never reach.
"Is it you?"
Qian Daoliu's voice was dry, even trembling slightly.
He couldn't believe that the proud woman who had vowed never to leave Seagod Island would appear here, taking the initiative to see him.
The black-robed figure trembled slightly, seemingly sensing the complex emotions in Qian Daoliu's voice.
She slowly raised her hand, a hand so pale it was almost transparent, so thin it was heartbreaking.
As the hood was slowly pulled back, a strand of long silver hair slipped down first, followed by the face that Qian Daoliu had longed for.
Poseidon.
However, at this moment, where was even a trace of the former Seagod Douluo, the invincible figure of the ocean?
That once noble and aloof face, so breathtakingly beautiful that it eclipsed the heavens and earth, was now as pale as paper, devoid of any color.
Her eyes, once as deep as the sea, were now bloodshot, dull and lifeless, filled with weariness, confusion, and the deathly stillness of a collapsed faith.
Poseidon looked at Qian Daoliu, who was suspended in mid-air, surrounded by golden light, and managed a weak smile, a desolate smile more painful than tears.
"Qian Daoliu… long time no see."
Poseidon's voice was hoarse, as if she had grit in her throat.
Qian Daoliu's heart clenched.
He saw the tear tracks at the corners of her eyes and sensed that the once vast and boundless soul power within her was now dried up like a stream about to run dry.
With the fall of Seagod Island and the collapse of the Seagod faith, she, as the High Priestess, had clearly suffered a devastating backlash.
The goddess who had once been so high and mighty, making him and Tang Chen feel ashamed of themselves, had now fallen to such a state.
"Poseidon…"
Qian Daoliu landed slowly, his golden light receding. He instinctively reached out to help her, but stopped halfway.
"How…did you become like this?"
Poseidon swayed, as if a gust of wind could knock her over. Poseidon smiled bitterly, her gaze passing over Qian Daoliu to the majestic Martial Soul City in the distance, and the angel statue that still emitted a faint glow in the night.
"Seagod Island…is gone."
"That man…the man I worshipped as a god my whole life, so…he was truly despicable."
As she said this, a deep hatred and pain flashed in Poseidon's eyes, and two lines of tears slid down her pale cheeks again.
"Qian Daoliu, I am now nothing more than a homeless, wandering ghost."
"I'm not here to reminisce, nor to beg you."
Poseidon took a deep breath, forcing back her last shred of dignity, and looked directly into Qian Daoliu's eyes:
"I only want to ask you one question… When Tang Chen chose to seek the path to godhood, do you know where he went?"
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