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**Chapter 173: A Sudden Appearance**

Zhao Ling let Poseidon guide him, his curious eyes taking in the surroundings.

He had to admit that Poseidon Island was vast—far larger than the smaller islands he had seen while flying in the Cloud Piercing Shuttle. If the original book's description was accurate, the island had a diameter of 400 miles, which translated to a radius of 200 miles or approximately 100 kilometers.

If Poseidon Island were a perfect circle, its area would exceed 30,000 square kilometers—just slightly smaller than China's largest island.

Yet, despite its size, only about 7,000 people lived here. What a waste of resources, Zhao Ling thought. Doesn't the Sea God want more believers to provide faith?

As they flew, Zhao Ling noticed villagers below pausing their activities to kneel on one knee, their heads bowed in silent prayer.

To the islanders, the Sea God was an unseen deity, but Poseidon, as his high priest, represented a living manifestation of his will. They treated her presence with utmost reverence.

While they were curious about Zhao Ling, who accompanied her, they dared not look too closely.

Poseidon nodded in acknowledgment of their devotion before continuing the journey. Soon, they reached the central ring of Poseidon Island and flew over the forbidden area, arriving at the grand Poseidon Temple at its center.

Ordinary visitors needed to ascend 1,001 steps to reach the temple, but with Poseidon's guidance, Zhao Ling bypassed the arduous climb and landed directly in front of the massive structure.

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At the Temple

Zhao Ling gazed at the towering stone pillars in awe. Each was intricately carved with unfamiliar patterns and creatures, exuding a sense of majesty.

Poseidon pushed open the heavy doors with ease, and they stepped inside. The doors closed behind them, but the temple remained well-lit. A serene, sea-blue glow filtered through the round and square windows, casting an otherworldly ambiance over the space.

The hall was sparse, containing only eight platforms. Seven smaller platforms encircled a larger central one. Zhao Ling noticed that these outer platforms bore a resemblance to the sacred pillars of the Seven Sacred Pillars, albeit on a smaller scale.

Poseidon led Zhao Ling to the central platform, where they ascended the stairs. Once at the top, she nestled into his arms, resting her head against his chest.

Zhao Ling held her close, his eyes scanning the room with a frown.

"Xi'er, do you live here? This place is far too austere. And this platform—do you meditate and rest here?"

Poseidon looked up at him and nodded. "Yes, husband. Is there a problem?"

Zhao Ling picked her up and seated her on his lap. Gently pinching her nose, he said, "Of course there's a problem. This platform is hard and cold. Doesn't it hurt to sit or lie down on it? This isn't right for my Xi'er."

Poseidon shook her head lightly. "I'm used to it. It doesn't bother me."

Zhao Ling frowned. "I don't care if you're used to it. I can't bear to see my wife living like this. Thankfully, I kept the furs of the soul beasts I hunted earlier. Let's have them made into blankets and quilts."

With that, he retrieved a collection of wolf, fox, and bear skins from his storage space, piling them onto the platform.

Poseidon's heart swelled with emotion at his thoughtfulness. Looking at the furs, she nodded. If her husband wants her to live more comfortably, she should respect his wishes.

She stored the furs in her storage soul guide and smiled.

"Husband, wait here. I'll have someone process these furs."

Before leaving, she kissed him passionately, her lips lingering on his for more than ten seconds. Then she turned and exited the temple.

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Left Alone

As the doors closed behind Poseidon, Zhao Ling surveyed the now-empty hall. The serene sea-blue light seemed colder without her presence, amplifying the stillness.

Though the light had no physical effect on him—his intermediate Wild Battle Body was now eight to nine times stronger than an average level 94 Titled Douluo—it made him feel an uncomfortable psychological chill.

How has Xi'er endured such an environment for so many years? he wondered.

Suddenly, Zhao Ling felt a pair of eyes watching him.

Startled, he instinctively looked up. His breath caught as he saw a massive figure hovering above the hall, its gaze fixed on him with curiosity and suspicion.

The figure's voice echoed through the chamber.

"Thirty-one years old, soul power at level 94, twin martial souls… Truly extraordinary talent.

And yet, your physique is beyond my comprehension. You possess golden blood—something only gods can have. But you lack divine inheritance, so you cannot be a god. Tell me, are you the descendant of a god?"

Zhao Ling's pupils contracted in alarm. His secrets—his age, soul power, and twin martial souls—had been laid bare with a single glance.

Who is this? Zhao Ling thought, his mind racing. A mysterious being appearing in the Poseidon Temple without warning…

Then it hit him. Could it be Poseidon himself? Who else could appear here so suddenly?

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