Chapter 8 Poseidon's Ten-Thousand-Year Imprisonment?
Every word in the First Angel God's notes struck Poseidon's soul like a heavy hammer.
Stripped of his position, he had completely lost his power at the highest level of the divine realm.
Ten thousand years of confinement, divine power sealed.
For a proud first-level god, this was torture worse than death, an endless loneliness and humiliation.
The de facto control of his divine authority severed his last connection to the source of his faith!
"No—!"
Poseidon let out a desperate wail, collapsing to the ground, his divine light fading visibly.
He knew he was finished.
His divine life, from this day forward, would be utterly plunged into darkness.
Qian Yuhan listened quietly to the verdict, slowly sheathing her Angelic Holy Sword.
This result, while preventing her from immediately killing her enemy, had cost Poseidon dearly.
Ten thousand years of imprisonment was enough to subject him to unimaginable torment.
Qian Yuhan gave Poseidon, who was sprawled on the ground, a deep, icy look in her eyes, as if to say:
"Poseidon, enjoy this ten-thousand-year prison. Ten thousand years from now, I will personally settle my score with you!"
With that, she turned and transformed into a golden light, returning to the Angel Temple.
She needed time to process this truth, twenty thousand years overdue, and to calm her turbulent emotions.
With Qian Yuhan's departure and Poseidon being dragged away by the divine guards, the massive upheaval caused by the celestial curtain temporarily subsided at the divine level.
Silence returned to the conference hall.
The God of Destruction glanced at the divine blood on the ground and sneered:
"A farce."
"But behind this farce lies a serious problem we must face."
The God of Asura's expression remained grave as he looked at the other four God-Kings.
"Now, let's get down to business,"
The Goddess of Life interjected .
"Yes. That Heavenly Canopy... what exactly is it? How can it see through secrets from 20,000 years ago, and even project images simultaneously into the lower realm and the divine realm?"
The Goddess of Kindness's face was also filled with worry:
"And Douluo Star, it's completely isolated by a force we can't understand. Is this force, like the Heavenly Canopy, from the same source?"
The five God-Kings fell silent.
Poseidon's scandal was merely a bomb that had been detonated.
The mysterious being that lit the fuse and even created the bomb was the true source of their fear and unease.
A "Heavenly Canopy" that could ignore the barriers of the divine realm, arbitrarily interfere in the lower realm, and even publicly judge a first-level god in the divine realm.
What was its purpose?
At the bottom of the deep sea, inside the Burial Coffin, Wei Yuan's consciousness quietly "watched" everything that happened in the divine realm.
It was only after the first inventory that Wei Yuan discovered that the Heavenly Canopy had such a profound connection with him!
By observing the situation in the divine realm in real time through the Heavenly Canopy, he was able to see the scenes unfolding there.
When Wei Yuan saw Qian Yuhan wielding the Angelic Holy Sword, her face streaked with tears yet brimming with murderous intent as she charged towards Poseidon, his heart, dormant for twenty thousand years, was pierced with a sharp pain.
"Yuhan..."
Wei Yuan murmured the name softly, his voice filled with endless guilt and heartache.
He had never imagined that his abrupt departure years ago would cause her to wait for him for 'twenty thousand years.' He had never imagined that she would draw her sword against Poseidon in the realm of the gods for his sake.
"You...you're still so foolish..."
Wei Yuan's consciousness trembled slightly, an indescribable warmth and sorrow mingling in his heart.
When he saw Poseidon sentenced to ten thousand years of imprisonment, a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.
"Ten thousand years in a cage? Asura God, that's not enough..."
"However, it's fine. Poseidon, you can slowly repent in this endless humiliation and loneliness. The day I emerge from seclusion will be the day your soul and spirit are annihilated!"
Wei Yuan's gaze pierced through the endless seawater, as if he saw that lonely figure in the Angel Temple.
"Yu Han, wait for me. This time, I won't keep you waiting too long."
Then, Wei Yuan collected all his thoughts and stopped paying attention to the outside world.
The rage of revenge and the promise to his lover transformed into unprecedented power, frantically assaulting the final barrier of godhood.
Throughout the Burial Coffin, the roar of the Purple Emperor Annihilation Dragon became clearer and more deafening! —Douluo Continent, Spirit Hall, deep within the Hall of Worship.
Qian Daoliu stood there, utterly dejected, his face more ashen than a corpse.
The final prophecy about the Angel God in the celestial canopy pierced his heart like a poisonous thorn.
"Impossible... Our ancestors were bright and great, incapable of any blemish!"
Qian Daoliu said, but the ominous premonition in his heart grew stronger.
The example of the Sea God was right before his eyes; who could guarantee that their own ancestor was flawless?
No, he had to find out!
Qian Daoliu took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the fear in his heart.
He turned and strode towards a heavy door made of special metal at the deepest part of the Hall of Worship.
This was the most forbidden area within the Spirit Hall's forbidden area—the Secret Library.
It did not contain spirit skills or cultivation techniques, but rather the handwritten notes left by the Qian family ancestors since the establishment of the Spirit Hall, as well as various hidden records collected about the entire Douluo Continent and even ancient times.
Only the Grand Elders of each generation were qualified to enter.
Qian Daoliu stretched out a trembling hand, his palm pressed against the door, slowly channeling his soul power into it.
The door emitted a muffled rumble and slowly opened.
An ancient aura, sealed for ten thousand years, rushed out.
Without the slightest hesitation, Qian Daoliu walked straight in, his gaze rapidly sweeping across the countless bookshelves, finally settling on the top shelf, on an ancient wooden box protected by a golden light barrier. There lay the only handwritten note left behind by the first Angel God—Qian Yuhan— before her ascension!
Qian Daoliu had never imagined he would one day need to peruse it, for in the Qian family's tradition, his ancestor was perfect, her history unquestionable.
But today, he had to explore the possible, concealed truth.
With trembling hands, he removed the light barrier and opened the wooden box, sealed for nearly twenty thousand years. —Heavenly Dou Empire, Crown Prince's Eastern Palace.
(To explain why Tang San passed the Divine Examination while Qian Renxue remained the Crown Prince. The protagonist is a transmigrator; although he traveled to 20,000 years ago and couldn't directly participate in the plot, he influenced it through various means, including this one, which will be mentioned later.)
"Xue Qinghe" sat quietly in the study, her face still bearing that gentle, flawless smile.
But if someone could see through her disguise, they would discover that beneath that calm exterior lay a heart pounding wildly.
Qian Renxue's heart was in turmoil.
As the inheritor of a deity, she understood better than anyone what the collapse of faith meant for a god.
The 'fall' of the Sea God made her waver in the concept of "god" for the first time.
And the final warning from the heavens struck her like a thunderbolt.
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