Chapter 136: What, I Actually Arrived at the Sea God Island?
As Pidgeot glided over the island, Mo Hui took in its layout: a central large island ringed by smaller archipelagos, dotted with towns bustling with people in exotic garb. "Not uninhabited," he noted, smiling. "We can rest here."
His survival skills ensured he could handle an uninhabited island, but a populated one was easier. At Soul Emperor level, only a 100,000-year soul beast could threaten him, and those were rare in Douluo Continent's first era—barely a handful appeared.
His gaze settled on a central, mountain-like island veiled in golden light. At its peak stood a square-domed structure, carved from white jade, radiating sanctity under the glow. "What a strange island! A treasure land?" Mo Hui mused, curiosity piqued. No records in his extensive studies matched this place. Had he flown beyond Douluo's borders?
The combination of overseas islands and a palace nagged at his memory, but he couldn't place it. Shaking his head, he said, "Forget it. Let's hit a town and ask around. Hope there's no language barrier."
Pidgeot descended toward a nearby town. Wary of rudeness, Mo Hui avoided using his *Unity of Heaven and Man* to infiltrate, instead landing outside and approaching the gate on foot with Pidgeot.
"Stop! Who are you? Why're you here?" a middle-aged soul master in a yellow robe barked, his fellow guards tensing.
Mo Hui, relieved to understand their language, replied calmly, "I'm a lost traveler seeking rest."
"Lost *here*?" The guard's expression twisted skeptically. Outsiders faced deadly trials just reaching this island, let alone stumbling into this city. Yet, sensing Mo Hui's strength, the guard didn't dare act rashly. "Wait here. I can't decide this." Bowing slightly, he signaled a subordinate and dashed into the city.
Mo Hui scanned the surroundings. The city's five-meter, worn walls paled beside Notting City's, but the guards' strength impressed: the yellow-robed man was a Soul King, others Soul Lords. "This place is something else," he thought. "Few people, but so many soul masters."
To the remaining guards, he asked, "Where am I? Which way's the nearest continent?"
"This is Seahorse City," a guard replied curtly. "The continent's far, outsider."
A black-clad, weathered soul master emerged with the yellow-robed guard. "Seahorse City!?" Mo Hui's mind reeled, realization striking like lightning. *Overseas, islands, palaces—Poseidon Island!* How had he missed it?
Seahorse Douluo, noting Mo Hui's stunned look, frowned. The reaction seemed genuine—could he truly have wandered here? Impossible, with the Demon Soul Great White Sharks guarding the waters. Yet no reports mentioned the sharks being absent.
"Seems you've heard of this place," Seahorse Douluo said. "Outsiders, especially mainland soul masters, aren't welcome. But given your odd case, I'll offer two choices: wait for an escort to leave, or take Lord Poseidon's test to join Poseidon Island. Choose, outsider."
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**Wuhun Hall, Pope's Hall**
Bibi Dong glared at Xie Yue and Hu Liena, kneeling before her, her brow furrowed. "Do you understand what you're saying? Few have ever left the Slaughter City alive, and you two want to go together? Are you fearless of death?"
Her head throbbed. If only Hu Liena had proposed it, Bibi Dong might've approved—her favored successor's courage would've pleased her. But both? The Slaughter City's brutal escape rules made dual survival unlikely. The Golden Generation were Spirit Hall's finest talents; losing them was unthinkable.
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