Chapter 72: The Beginning of the Great War

  As dusk approached, more and more sea creatures emerged on the surface of the sea, roaring wildly, mixed with the thunderous waves, echoing far away! The turbulent sea surface paused slightly, then suddenly split to the left and right, and the endless seawater poured down, unable to fill the void. The entire sea surface seemed to be cut off by a heavenly sword, splitting it into two pieces!

  Nor did I know when, the sky above the Western Sea was already shrouded in a thick layer of clouds, with flashes of lightning like a snake spitting out its tongue, twisting and turning wildly, occasionally revealing its ferocious fangs to the living creatures on the sea, and a fierce storm had already started brewing on the surface of the sea, with over a hundred dark tornadoes floating vaguely, like terrifying evil dragons, roaring towards the entrance of the sea, destroying everything in their path, as if they wanted to devour the entire Gaia!

  "Bassman! Bassman! Bassman! …………"

  A deafening roar burst forth from the countless mouths of the sea tribes, filling the air with an endless aura that momentarily surpassed the turbulent tides. The sound spread far and wide, shaking the heavens! A massive figure suddenly rose up from the collapsed part of the sea floor, trampling the muddy ground at the bottom of the sea. Each step caused the sea surface to violently churn and shake. With each step forward, its body grew larger by several folds! Endless seawater surged forth, attaching itself to the giant's body, filling it with blood vessels, bones, muscles, and even hair. In an instant, these waters transformed into a massive physique, complete with skin pores that continued to expand, revealing the muscular texture of living flesh. The entire process was crystal clear, leaving onlookers aghast. This was truly a flesh-and-blood body! It was what they called: the Divine Physique!

  Although the water demon has the ability to transform into a giant water man, compared to the divine body displayed by the true god, whether it is the image or the momentum, it is inferior by countless levels, and no matter how you look at it, it seems like a defective product that was eliminated from the production line. It can't be compared with it! Such an overwhelming momentum brings endless shock to people, and every move he makes carries the power of destroying heaven and earth. He is clearly a roaring Titan! The strongest giant in ancient legends!

  Fierce hurricane, surging tsunami, boundless oppression, all pressing down on Chiya, as if to overturn the earth and shatter it into powder!

  But just as the terrifying power swept towards the Magic Reef, a giant barrier of thousands of meters long suddenly appeared, as if a solid shield had been erected between heaven and earth, protecting the five sea entrances and the entire land within, blocking all impacts outside the barrier!

  "Aurelia, you mongrels! You've been obstructing our Sea Tribe's revival plan time and again. Once I retrieve my king's heart, I'll surely command the Sea Tribe's army to pluck you out from Borweisna and tear you apart with a thousand cuts!" Besman suddenly raised his eyebrows slightly, pointing at the massive barrier in the distance, letting out a thunderous roar that was like rolling thunder, so loud it shattered countless eardrums of the Sea Tribe members, causing them to cover their ears and scream in agony!

  Above the barrier, a huge golden lantern suddenly appeared, and the image of a god with flowing golden hair also emerged. He smiled at Besman, revealing his teeth, and said in a very friendly tone: "General Besman of the Sea Clan, I didn't expect you to lead the army personally this time. What an honor!"

  "What kind of person are you! Where's Orela?" Besman's eyes widened in anger, and he bellowed: "Get this thing away from me at once!"

  "I am Kveila, the Sun God, and I am the brother of that Aola you mentioned. For the next 150 years, I will be in charge of this region, preventing foreign invasions from harming the living beings on this earth. General Besman, as one of the seven great generals of the Sea King, is my senior and should receive my respect. If it were not for the current situation, I would have let you pass without issue. Unfortunately, the Hellfire clan that was suppressed overseas has been stirring recently and may break free at any moment. As the God King's envoy, I have come to guard this place and must be vigilant. Rules are rules, after all, and I cannot let them be broken on my watch. So, General Besman, I'm afraid it's not possible." The golden-haired god smiled faintly and spoke slowly, but ultimately shook his head with a helpless expression.

  "Fart! The refining hell clan was suppressed in the North Sea, what does it have to do with me in the West Sea? Don't think that just because you've changed, you can stop our sea tribe's great plan for revival. If you know what's good for you, then get out of my way and remove this barrier! Otherwise, I'll personally shatter it!" Besman waved his large hand, and seven or eight thick dragon whirlwinds suddenly charged forward, slamming into the barrier that stood upright in the sky, causing it to creak and groan. A fierce tremor shook the air, as if it might shatter at any moment.

  Kveila stroked his chin, pondering: "Strictly speaking, the Sea Clan is also a foreign tribe. Moreover, General Besman has led so many Sea Clans to come here, if it has some impact on the inland areas, I will be held responsible. Of course, 'a small amount' of entry is still not a problem, after all, there are still many in your Sea Clan who need to return to the freshwater river to multiply their offspring. However, wanting to put such a large army entirely inside is absolutely impossible, please don't make things difficult for me, General Besman."

  "And if you want to pass through this barrier, you'll have to follow the proper procedures. You can notify me first, and I'll report it to the pantheon of gods, who will then make a decision. Once they approve, we'll send a divine messenger to escort General...you to Borweisna for pilgrimage. Considering the busy schedules of those gods, with all the things they need to attend to, it'll probably take at least twenty or thirty years. But for us spirits with infinite lifespans, that's just the blink of an eye. If you're not in a hurry, you can wait. However, if you try to force your way through, with your abilities, I won't be able to stop you. But doing so will be seen as a declaration of war against the gods of Borweisna. Even considering the Sea King's status on Sacred Mountain back then, an unnecessary war would still be unavoidable." Kvelara shook her head, speaking in a sorrowful tone, but the threatening intent behind her words was now completely unmasked.

  "Shameless scoundrel! How dare you even mention our king?! Do you believe I'll tear you apart!" Besman suddenly burst into rage, pointing at Kweila and roaring.

  "I don't believe it... because my true body isn't even here." At this point, the god spirit named Kweira still had the mind to joke around, chuckling as he said: "However, I'll be waiting for your arrival on Holy Mountain at any time, welcoming you with open arms. Of course, that's assuming you can successfully evade the surveillance of those patrolling Heavenly Gods. You know, their eyes are quite sharp!"

  Baisiman gazed coldly at Kweila, a massive palm raised slightly, but he didn't dare to actually order an attack on this barrier. After all, the gods of Borweisna had ruled this world for tens of thousands of years, and who knew how many massacres they had committed? Over the past ten thousand years, the "heretic gods" that were beheaded and sealed by them numbered less than eight thousand. Although in recent millennia, these gods' control over the world had gradually weakened, and they were repeatedly provoked by humans, their prestige was no longer what it used to be. It was as if the Spider Queen, a violent and tyrannical figure, didn't even ask questions before slaughtering the heavenly gods sent out by them, which was equivalent to slapping these gods in the face with her paw, leaving them utterly humiliated for years to come. But those were roles that could be played without any worries, like someone who had eaten their fill and wasn't hungry anymore. Baisiman, on the other hand, was a master of a large household. Although he might not have been inferior to the Spider Queen in terms of strength, under the accumulated prestige of Borweisna over countless years, he still didn't dare to act rashly, making light of the lives of the countless sea tribes of the Western Ocean!

  "Abominable! Abhorrent!" Besman suddenly pounded his chest, and a thunderous roar burst forth, dispersing the countless waves, tearing open the sky, and whipping up a terrifying wave nearly a hundred meters high on the violently heaving sea surface, striking out in all directions with an astonishing momentum!

  "Ah, this attack doesn't even meet the standards of a divine being, I can let it pass." Kweila smiled as she gazed at the massive wave rolling towards her, but this time there was no obstruction, watching with wide eyes as the wave roared past her side, swallowing and submerging vast tracts of land with its terrifying momentum. Astonishingly, he didn't care about the countless struggling lives behind him, nor the innocent lives he claimed to need to protect.

  "Bastards! You little bastards!" Bessman cursed, but was also helpless. In the end, he could only dive headfirst into the vast ocean, and even the tens of thousands of sea tribe warriors on the surface didn't care about him.

  He slightly raised the golden lantern in his hand, and the barrier instantly disappeared. He looked at the endless sea creatures floating on the surface of the sea not far away, and smiled exceptionally calmly: "Look at my memory. Every year during the big tide, it's also the season when some of your sea tribe return to the freshwater river to spawn and reproduce, right? I'm a god with good character, can't do things that make people and gods angry. So, I'll let some of you go in and complete what you want to do, remember to come out after the big tide is over. Ah, yes, there are so many sea creatures, without leadership management, it will definitely cause chaos, affecting those indigenous people is not good. So, you send some semi-god level guys to follow them in, take care of your little fish and shrimp. Of course, can't go in too much, otherwise, it will be difficult for me."

  Baisman stormed back into the depths of the ocean, ignoring the guards who greeted him, and arrived at a space isolated from the seawater and air pressure. This was a cerulean domain that seemed to have no gravity, with coral trees of varying sizes floating in mid-air, and nothing else decorated it, not even colors, just a single cold hue, making it look extremely desolate.

  However, in this space before Besman arrived, there were already people present, but they were seven or eight scattered leaders of the Sea Clan who exuded a terrifying aura. Although they seemed somewhat out of place in this eerie space, showing a hint of dishevelment, no one dared to underestimate these Sea Clan leaders. Because like Besman, they were all famous figures in the Western Sea Sea Clan and were powerful beings capable of condensing elemental energy into divine bodies.

  "General, you're back!" A bizarrely-shaped, giant sea urchin-like leader of the sea tribe suddenly opened thousands of eyes and looked in one direction, saying in a low voice.

  Baisiman suddenly appeared, saying angrily: "As expected. This time the North Sea's Refining Hell Gate was broken, and the Refining Hell Clan is eager to move. The rebels in the North Sea are powerless to disturb us. The West Sea side is also being held back by Poseia, unable to spare any troops. So this time, only the hybrids of Borweisna can personally come to sit on the border, blocking our way to welcome back my king's heart."

  "So, are we all under the surveillance of those hybrids? What's going on here? Are we supposed to return empty-handed again?" A sea tribe general with a full-body bone armor, only revealing his eyes, clenched his fists and said in a low voice.

  "No!" Besman shook his head, sneering: "They're keeping a close eye on only me and you few generals who were transferred back from the front line. Because we mobilized too many troops this time, it triggered their alertness. All of us are on their surveillance list. Of course, they may not know yet that Salonti General is also among us."

  As he spoke, everyone in the room turned their gaze to a silent man.

  "Looks like we'll have to trouble General Sarongchi this time," Bassman said with a hearty laugh.

  Sarongchi's eyes flashed with a hint of sharpness, and he nodded his head: "For more than a year now, thank you General Besman for your hospitality. Otherwise, I would have died long ago. Your kindness, Sarongchi has no way to repay. To say the least, I am not from the sea tribe, and my identity is unknown to outsiders. This time, it's only fitting that I take action."

  "Then I'll leave it to you. Haha, no matter how much those bastards think about it, they will never expect us to sneak into the Panbai River in this way! We have to thank our little friend for bringing us the news." Besman suddenly burst out laughing, his huge palm slowly opening, and inside was another thing, a fish-headed monster. All I heard was Besman's cold laugh: "That fool really thought I would be enraged by his few words? Hehe, I did all this just to divert his attention and bring our little friend out."

  The fish-headed creature with a human body opened its eyes, and on its body were four arms, it was none other than the fish-headed man who had appeared in Naran before - Lugu!