Godzilla rarely moved and loved sunbathing, which inevitably led to dust and moss accumulating on his body.
As the High Priestess of Sea God Island, Bo Saixi had few concrete tasks, and in previous years, she had always stayed deep within the Sea God Temple.
Now that there was a giant beast in the backyard, she naturally took on the job of cleaning Godzilla’s skin.
The Sea God Trident, which Godzilla had originally collected as a trophy and used as a toothpick, had now rightfully become Bo Saixi’s tool—a “deluxe custom” backscratcher.
“Avatar of the Martial Soul!” With a soft shout, Bo Saixi transformed into a water-blue giant.
After absorbing the surrounding seawater, her form gradually grew until it stopped at over fifty meters tall.
Holding the Sea God Trident, she skillfully loosened the thick skin for Godzilla, then used her giant watery hands to clean him.
The dust and moss were washed away by the seawater, her movements gentle and delicate.
Occasionally, she would glance back and notice Godzilla’s tail slightly raised, and only then would Bo Saixi heave a sigh of relief.
It seemed the strength was still perfectly judged.
Ever since Godzilla discovered her Avatar of the Martial Soul, he had been particularly fond of this ability, and almost every so often, he would have her perform a “special massage” using the Avatar of the Martial Soul.
Just as Bo Saixi intended to expand the cleaning area, Godzilla suddenly flipped over.
Those golden slit pupils slowly opened, staring straight at her.
Bo Saixi’s heart tightened; even though she had experienced countless storms, she was still shaken by this transcendent sense of oppression.
Godzilla’s eyes were as bright as two suns, and every gaze seemed to pierce through the Soul.
For a moment, she held her breath, her chest heaving violently due to the lack of oxygen, making her water-blue peaks appear even more magnificent.
She had seen Godzilla countless times, but every time she faced this immense power and majesty, she couldn’t help but feel her heart race.
“Is this the true Sea God?” A bold and rebellious thought quietly emerged in her mind, refusing to go away.
Fortunately, having been with him for a long time, Bo Saixi quickly realized he wasn’t looking at her.
“Xiao Bai, you are here.” Bo Saixi followed Godzilla’s gaze and saw a gray-blue girl walking in slowly.
“Yes, Sea Dragon and the others captured many 100,000-year Soul Beasts and asked me to bring them over.” Xiao Bai leaped lightly into the air and waved to the fleet on the distant shore, driving those dying Spirit Beasts into the inner harbor.
To facilitate Godzilla’s feeding, Bo Saixi had specially designed the newly built backyard in a “U” shape.
The fleet could dock directly at the inner harbor, unload the captured Spirit Beasts, and send them through the canal to the entrance of this huge courtyard.
Godzilla’s tail lazily stretched toward the entrance, coiled around the Spirit Beasts, and swallowed them in one gulp.
As he closed his giant mouth, a low, explosive sound emerged, followed by colorful mist drifting from his lips.
Even though Xiao Bai had seen such a scene countless times, she couldn’t help but be dumbfounded.
One gulp and several 100,000-year Soul Beasts were gone, not even a scrap left!
You must know, twenty thousand years ago, before the giant beast appeared, the true hegemon of the ocean was the Deep Sea Demon Whale King!
This guy also possessed a unique devouring ability, capable of improving his own Cultivate by absorbing Spirit Beasts.
However, compared to Godzilla, the Demon Whale King’s devouring seemed insignificant—because the Spirit Beasts Godzilla devoured didn’t even leave behind a spirit ring, as if even the spirit ring could be digested by him.
Every time she thought of this, Xiao Bai felt it was incredible.
Since Godzilla appeared, those powerful Spirit Beasts that once dominated the deep sea, especially the Deep Sea Demon Whale clan, seemed to have vanished.
Xiao Bai had always suspected that perhaps the Demon Whale King dared not confront the giant beast head-on and was forced to avoid it.
In reality, Godzilla himself had not realized that his appearance had changed many original trajectories of history.
According to the original program, the Deep Sea Demon Whale King should have already possessed nearly a million years of Cultivate by now.
But now, his strength was barely six hundred thousand years.
What made the Demon Whale King even more depressed was that Godzilla’s protection of Sea God Island had caused the number of his favorite 100,000-year Soul Beasts to plummet.
He, who once hunted for ten thousand years, now had to rely on hundred-year or thousand-year Spirit Beasts to barely satisfy his hunger.
For a beast with his own three hundred thousand years, plus an actual six hundred thousand years of Cultivate, roughly equivalent to a million-year Spirit Beast, this was truly a humiliation!
Over these years, the Demon Whale King’s life could be described as miserable—especially for those Spirit Beasts that were evil by nature and famous for killing, like the Evil Demon Orca clan, whose days were even harder.
Although the situation had improved slightly in the last twenty thousand years, his Family was not so lucky.
What worried the Demon Whale King most was his daughter.
As a Genius of his clan, the Demon Whale King’s daughter already possessed fifty thousand years of Cultivate, and relying on her devouring talent, she had the hope of Breakthrough to a 100,000-year Soul Beast.
However, because high-level Spirit Beasts were truly hard to find, her Cultivate was stuck at a Bottleneck, unable to take that crucial step.
This deep-sea hegemon, while hunting in the past, had been scared away directly by that terrifying aura.
Later, he heard that the once-formidable Poseidon had been killed by some Ocean Holy Beast; he originally didn’t believe it, but one or two tens of thousands of years passed, and Poseidon, who had blinded his eyes, was truly nowhere to be found.
After that, he never dared to approach the resource-rich waters of Sea God Island again, fearing he would become the next target of that Sacred Beast.
Nowadays, the Demon Whale King dragged his weary body back to the nest every day with a few thousand-year Spirit Beasts, and even his wife had lost interest in him.
There was no lack of dissatisfied voices in the clan; were it not for his strength still being powerful, he would likely have been driven out of the clan long ago.
“…Let’s migrate.” The Demon Whale King ultimately could not endure this life of feast and famine, living in constant fear.
Although having enough to eat was not a problem, he could never fully unleash his devouring talent.
Having eaten for over three hundred thousand years, he had long been accustomed to the rapid leveling up by devouring other Spirit Beasts; how could he slow down and wait year after year?
The Demon Empress, who should have appeared in Douluo III, retorted with dissatisfaction: “Migrate?
Where else can we migrate to?” The waters near Sea God Island were uniquely blessed; not only were they close to the continent and rich in food resources, but they were also located at the loop of the North Ocean Current, forming a unique ecosystem.
It nurtured countless Spirit Beasts, and for the Deep Sea Demon Whale clan, it was a god-given treasure land where they could exert their talents.
To find another equally fertile habitat, how could it be easy?
“North, to the Ice Sea.” The Demon Whale King said helplessly: “At least let the Buddha Child first Breakthrough to a 100,000-year Soul Beast.” He recalled rumors of the Far North Ice Sea, where a special Mermaid clan lived.
These half-human, half-fish creatures were born with partial human Cultivate talent, and their Cultivate would surely not be too weak.
For the Demon Whale clan, it was undoubtedly a gluttonous feast.
To avoid provoking that giant beast, the Demon Whale King was extra careful, bypassing the North Ocean Current and choosing to detour from the waters further west of Sea God Island.
He thought he was foolproof, but he underestimated Godzilla’s keen sense of smell.
“Hmm?” In the backyard of the Sea God Temple, Godzilla, who was enjoying Bo Saixi’s massage service, suddenly stopped enjoying it.
He straightened his body abruptly, his golden slit pupils flashing with cold light, staring straight at the endless ocean to the west.
Something was approaching, and not a small amount.
Godzilla’s tail flicked gently, whipping up a gale, causing the surrounding seawater to churn and roll.
The entire ocean was his own backyard!
That he hadn’t personally wiped out all the 100,000-year Soul Beasts was already a great grace to the Spirit Beast clan.
How could there still be blind guys daring to wander under his nose?