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Poseidon tapped the handrail with his fingertips, lost in thought.
Amphitrite is beautiful, no doubt about it. Whether in the eyes of mortals or gods, she is a great beauty. The garden was full of spring just now, and could see at a glance that she was the most beautiful flower.
But still something is missing.
Whatever is missing doesn't meet Poseidon's standard of perfection.
He really didn't want to do it.
Poseidon supported his chin and asked lazily, "Would you like to be the queen of the sea?"
Amphitrite was ecstatic, raised her head and said, "Your Majesty the Sea Emperor, Iโ" I am willing, I am very willing!
However, before the words could be said, there was a sudden change in the sea, and the underwater palace trembled by three points. Amphitrite raised her head, and there was no Sea Emperor on the throne in front of her.
The sea is vast and the sky is thunderous.
The gods of the ocean are not surprised by such weather. His Majesty the Sea Emperor can't find his sweetheart for one day, and the sea will never be calm. only hope that the beauties have sent over the years will have one or two who are in the heart of His Majesty the Sea Emperor.
Today is a little different. A large amount of white foam gathered on the undulating sea, and golden light emerged from thousands of feet, penetrating the thick dark clouds, and the sky was extremely holy.
Poseidon noticed the change, rushed to the sea, saw the strange divine power brewing in the golden light of the sea, slowly put down the trident in his hand, his eyes darkened.
A new god was born.
The waves splashed, and a huge shell emerged from the sea and slowly opened under the gaze of Poseidon.
A naked young man was curled up in the shell, pursing his red lips, his long golden hair covered his fair and flawless body, and the white and red skin seemed to have been dyed with gorgeous flower juice. He frowned, his long eyelashes fluttered, and slowly opened his eyes, the green pupils were so beautiful that they were enchanting.
He sat up slowly, his eyes still showing the ignorance and naivety of the world. The shells drifted with the current, swaying to and fro on the turbulent sea, tossing and shaking, pitifully small. Suddenly, a big wave hit him, and he was caught off guard. He almost fell into the sea in embarrassment, but fell into a warm embrace.
He was startled, and found himself being held in mid-air. When he raised his head, he only saw the handsome profile of God, and the unfathomable eyes like the deep sea.
Poseidon picked him up, and gently put him back on the shell againโthe companion shell had residual power that needed to be absorbed by the new god.
The beautiful young man returned to the wobbly shell again, his fingers clasped the edge of the shell tightly, and he looked panicked. The torrential rain hit him mercilessly. He shivered in the rainstorm and the big waves, raised his eyes helplessly, looked up at the blue-haired god standing high on the top of the waves not far away, and silently begged him for help with his eyes, like a poor deer.
That face, stunning and unparalleled in the world.
Venus, the god of love and beauty, was born knowing how to seduce people with beauty.
A voice resounded in the minds of all the Olympians at the same time - the birth of Venus, the god of love and beauty.
Only when a god at the main god level is born, the law will give such a grand pomp, and announce his existence to the world as soon as he is born.
In an instant, the dark clouds dissipated, the thunder and lightning disappeared, the rainstorm stopped immediately, and the sea was calm. The sky was blue, the sun was shining, and the goddess of the rainbow, Aerys, drew a rainbow across the sky. The world welcomes the birth of the God of Beauty.
The shells drifted slowly on the calm sea, not knowing where to go. Poseidon raised his hand, summoned a gentle sea breeze, and sent the shells to the nearby island of Cyprus.
Venus stood up from the shell and stepped barefoot on the beach by the sea. Every step of the way, large white roses will bloom on the ground, and the long hair hangs down to the calf of the fleshy pavilion. Nothing is imperfect, nothing is imperfect.
There are no roses in the world, the birth of Venus brought roses to the world. He was born to represent romance.
The goddess of timing was already here ready to welcome him. They dressed him in solemn and beautiful clothes, and tied him with a golden belt full of love magic.
Venus was obediently at their mercy, and became more and more attractive under the Chinese clothing.
Onomia, one of the goddesses of timing, greeted him on a float: "His Royal Highness, please get on the car, we should set off for Mount Olympus."
Go to Olympus? Poseidon was dissatisfied, and he also planned to bring the new god back to the bottom of the sea to raise him.
The remaining two goddesses of timing discovered Poseidon, saluted, and asked in surprise, "Your Majesty the Sea Emperor, why are you here?"
Poseidon looked at Venus and said displeasedly: "He was born in the sea and should belong to the sea, why should he go to Olympus?"
The goddess of timing replied: "Your Majesty the Emperor of the Sea, His Highness the God of Beauty is one of the twelve main gods of Olympus destined to be one of the twelve main gods of Olympus. He has a distinguished status and must stay in Olympus before he reaches adulthood, nourishing his divine personality with the aura on the holy mountain."
The infancy of the gods is two hundred years. Although Venus was born with the appearance of an adult, it took two hundred years before the mind and power became the same as that of a full-grown deity. Even the most unscrupulous god would not sleep with a new god under two hundred years old, and that would be condemned by the entire Olympus.
Cultivation in childhood is very important. The holy mountain of Olympus has a rich and rich spiritual energy, which is definitely better than the dark seabed. As the god of the sea, Poseidon could not go to Zeus's territory for a long time.
Poseidon's eyes darkened, and his mood was obviously bad. With his desire for monopoly, he would never allow the gods who were born in his own sea to grow up in the realm of other gods, but he could not give Venus the best growth environment.
If only Zeus was removed from the throne. Dangerous thoughts rose in Poseidon's mind.
He walked to Venus, Venus raised his head and looked at him with clear eyes, with doubts in his eyes.
Poseidon put a gorgeous ice-blue crown on Venus's head, and his fingers gently stroked Venus' blond hair: "This is the crown of the Queen of the Sea, and it is a token I left to you."
Venus touched the crown on his head and was very fond of beautiful accessories, so he showed a stunning smile to Poseidon, very innocent. He was just born and didn't understand what it meant.