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Shrek Academy, Sea God Pavilion
"Sit. Speak slowly."
A gentle force slid a chair toward Chen Junting.
He didn't refuse, sitting as instructed.
"Did you get the information?"
"I did manage to extract it."
He lifted his brows slightly, his gaze flickering with concern toward Elder Mu. "But… are you certain you don't want to rest before hearing it?"
Compared to his awe-inspiring display just a day prior, Elder Mu's current state was dire—at death's door. His frame was withered, his exposed hands little more than skin stretched over bone, veins knotted and prominent. Large age spots mottled his bark-like skin, robbed of any youthful elasticity or warmth.
According to Electrolux's perception, Elder Mu's life flame was no longer a candle—it was a matchstick, burning its final moments.
His vital energy had collapsed. His bodily functions were failing.
Every sign pointed to one truth: his time had come.
Were it not for the nourishment of the Golden Ancient Tree—and the sheer force of his Level 99 soul power and terrifying spiritual strength—his mere presence, saturated with death aura and soul-born malevolence, would have been enough to annihilate any warrior below Super Douluo rank.
The elderly Mu En slowly opened his eyes. Their usual golden luster was gone, replaced by a dull, lifeless yellow—like fogged glass.
With immense effort, he lifted a trembling hand and waved weakly.
Then, through great strain, he managed a faint smile.
"No… tell me now. If I rest now, I fear this breath will be my last."
His voice was hoarse, frail—but held no fear of death.
Seeing Elder Mu's resolve, Chen Junting didn't hesitate. Given how precarious his condition was, every second might be his last.
So Chen Junting began to relay the intelligence.
"From Zhang Peng and Feng Ling, I learned…"
As high-ranking figures—High Priest and Vice Leader—Zhang Peng and Feng Ling knew a great deal about the Holy Spirit Cult.
Of course, they wouldn't willingly betray secrets.
So Chen Junting resorted to a more… direct method: soul extraction, performed by Electrolux. The technique left its victims as mindless husks—but for evil soul masters, no mercy was needed.
He uncovered everything:
—Their alliance with Evil Emperor and Demon Empress
—The number of Title Douluo-level evil soul masters in their ranks
—The hidden branches planted in cities across all empires…
Every detail Zhang Peng and Feng Ling knew—and could be extracted—was laid bare.
"I never imagined they'd ally with the Evileye Tyrant Emperor. And… Deep Sea Demon Whale? That name rings a bell. It seems she despises any faction tied to Ancestor Tang San."
Elder Mu's dim eyes flickered open and shut, weighing the information. When he finally stilled, his gaze locking onto Chen Junting, a flicker of ruthless resolve flashed through the haze.
"The Holy Spirit Cult's headquarters… it's in the Evildemon Forest, correct?"
"Yes."
"Do you know the exact location?"
Chen Junting's head snapped up—he sensed the implication in Mu En's question. But he shook his head. "No."
And it was true.
Knowing the headquarters was in the Evildemon Forest, he hadn't prioritized that question. He'd focused first on broader intelligence. By the time he tried to extract the precise coordinates, both Zhang Peng and Feng Ling had collapsed under soul extraction, their minds shattered into blankness.
That ended Mu En's last desperate plan: to ask Di Tian to carry him to the Holy Spirit Cult headquarters, where he'd unleash himself as a living nuclear bomb.
"Sigh… These are turbulent times," Mu En murmured, his voice heavy with helplessness. He could no longer shape the world's fate. All he could do was leave his final power to the Sea God Pavilion—a last guardian for Shrek.
"The Holy Spirit Cult can deploy four Limit Douluos. Unless you can convince the two Hao Tian Sect Masters to emerge, your only hope is to grow stronger—fast. Even Di Tian alone cannot deter them. I know Ye Xishui well. Once she heals… the hidden currents will surface."
Chen Junting listened silently, inwardly shaking his head.
Getting Niu Tian and Tai Tan to leave Hao Tian Fortress? Nearly impossible.
Not only had they secluded themselves for decades—likely due to their identities, or even Tang San's orders—but as former soul beasts, they held no stake in human conflicts. Di Tian's intervention was purely because of three past promises. Otherwise? The more humans slaughtered each other, the happier the soul beasts would be.
"Child… you may go now."
Seeing Mu En's eyes close, Chen Junting bowed deeply and stepped out.
Alone in the hall remained only an old man, moments from his end.
"Ancestors of Shrek… Mu En is coming…"
…
Two days later.
Shrek Academy, Sea God Pavilion
Elder Mu lay peacefully on a recliner, surrounded by mourners. All the Sea God Pavilion Elders were present. So too were the Shrek Inner Court students who'd competed in the Grand Soul Tournament—all faces streaked with sorrow.
As if sensing their presence was complete, Mu En slowly opened his eyes.
The dull yellow was gone.
In its place: crystal clarity—deep blue, like the fathomless ocean.
His gaze drifted slowly over the crowd—until it settled on Bei Bei.
"Bei Bei…"
"Ancestor!"
Bei Bei dropped to his knees before Mu En, tears choking his voice.
"Haha… don't weep like a child," Mu En smiled gently. He tried to lift a hand to help Bei Bei up—but Bei Bei noticed. Swallowing his grief, he scrambled to his feet and reached out, urging his ancestor to lower his hand.
But Mu En seized his wrist instead.
"Push me outside… let me bask in the sun."
That skeletal hand, in that moment, felt surprisingly strong.
Fighting back tears, Bei Bei let Mu En wrap the recliner in soul power—and guided it out of the Sea God Pavilion.
Outside waited the rest of the Inner Court students.
At their lead stood Di Yao.
No one spoke as Elder Mu emerged. They watched in silence as sunlight dappled through leaves onto the old man's face.
Chen Junting, standing behind Ma Xiao Tao, joined them outside. His expression was complex as he gazed at Mu En bathed in golden light.
He glanced down at his hand—remembering the request Elder Mu had made to him and Ning Tian the day before.
Yes—a request.
That if Shrek faced annihilation by the Holy Spirit Cult, he asked the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to preserve Shrek's legacy.
And that legacy? The very team led by Bei Bei—destined to compete in the upcoming Grand Soul Tournament.
They had agreed.
"Everyone…"
As if sensing his time had come, Mu En spoke softly.
"I've said all I needed to say yesterday. From now on… Shrek is in your hands."
The farewell shattered them.
Even Elder Xuan—a mighty Level 98 Super Douluo—wept openly, sobbing like a heartbroken child.
Even the Golden Ancient Tree rustled its leaves, as if bidding farewell to its oldest friend.
"Do not weep. Farewell, all."
Mu En's body lifted gently from the recliner, floating upward.
Then—
"Ancestors of Shrek… Mu En is coming."
His voice boomed like a dragon's roar, shaking the heavens. A blinding golden light erupted from his body!
Two yellow, one purple, three black, three crimson—
his full set of nine soul rings rose around him.
With a final, majestic dragon cry, the Sea God Pavilion blazed with golden radiance. A colossal pillar of light shot skyward from its peak—turning the entire Shrek Academy, even Shrek City, into a sea of gold.
As the light intensified, Mu En's body rejuvenated.
When the gold turned platinum-white, he transformed—into a radiant white dragon, its scales shimmering with divine light.
Where its body coiled, golden light rained down.
Where its roar echoed, clouds shattered.
Where its eyes gazed, evil fled.
Soaring in the golden aura, the white dragon lifted its head—and saw two figures standing in the distant sky.
One was Di Tian.
The other, Ye Xuanji.
Its massive eyes passed over Di Tian, then fixed on Ye Xuanji.
"So… you, too, will walk this path soon. I leave it in your hands."
Ye Xuanji's expression twisted with emotion. He gave a silent nod.
Assured, the Light Holy Dragon returned above the Sea God Pavilion—and dissolved into countless golden motes, drifting down like gentle rain.
Born of this place…
and returning to it.
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