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Rustle…
The sky, scorched through by soul power of every color, began to release a light rain. No one paid attention as the battered lake water, long tormented at others' mercy, spiraled in the air for a while and finally found a moment of peace, silently trying to soothe its broken homeland in the gentlest way it could.
The smoke lingering in the air was embraced by the falling rain, filling in the scars of the earth.
The metal fragments caked with blood and mud revealed a bright crimson under the rain's cleansing, as though some of their former color had returned.
Another hand extended a metal ring covered with dark red clots, letting the peaceful heavens wash away the last traces of blood.
Everyone silently watched Chen Fu hold the two metal soul devices under the rain, allowing the water to rinse them clean. No one spoke.
Reality had told them again and again that this young man could always suppress them with the weakest amount of force,so much so that they could barely breathe.
Only this time, it was even more outrageous.
Jinlin stood guard at his side with his spear. Cool raindrops slid down golden hair tips and splashed into tiny puddles as white droplets.
"Now, if I say we're leaving… does anyone disagree?"
After a long silence, only when he finished washing Red Phoenix and Nirvana,the two soul devices once representing the highest achievement of his research into the relationship between soul, spirit, and bloodline,did he finally break the quiet.
The Shrek Academy titled Douluo elders responded with silence,deafening silence: Hurry and go!
"Do you know what this is?"
Chen Fu kicked the metal rod protruding from the ground, cracked open by the explosion, soul guide circuits exposed.
A metal stick? No. It was part of the Ascension to God ruins.
Everyone's emotions were stirred at once, and their hearts sank.
Lifting his eyes, Chen Fu took in their varied expressions and understood.
Some indifferent.
Some hesitant.
Some lost and helpless.
This must be what people mean by the countless faces of the world.
Countless thoughts rose in his heart. He looked up at the boundless sky. Raindrops slid down his cheek, cooling the furnace-like heat burning in his chest and giving him a breath of respite.
"Do you know what this is?"
This time, he pointed at a small, dim silver-blue sword.
Chen Fu had realized something: blind compromise only hurts both sides in the end.
Lowering his head, he observed the teachers and students of Shrek Academy who had been silently watching him. Patiently, he explained:
"A sword equipped with the technology to sever all spirit rings and spirit abilities of traditional soul masters."
"Do you know what that means?"
Seeing their fear-stricken faces, he was satisfied.
"Do you want to learn it?"
"I can teach you."
The youth smiled gently, with the expression of someone eager to instruct others.
"Chen…!"
A Super Douluo beside Xuan Zi tried to shout angrily, but Chen Fu shot him a cold look, freezing the rest of his words in his throat.
"So, is there any student who wants to leave with me?"
The youth offered a sincere invitation to all present.
"Chen Fu! Do not be presumptuous!"
The dean of Shrek Academy, the 98th-rank Gluttonous Douluo, glared furiously at the young man. He was digging up Shrek's foundations,right in front of them!
Buzz!
A stream of deep blue light shot upward like a rainbow-streaked ray, piercing the clouds in an instant and connecting heaven and earth.
A thousand-meter soul-light sword stood upright in the center of Shrek City, and also above everyone's hearts.
"You…!"
The overwhelming sword intent,named fear,pressed onto everyone, suffocating them.
Ignoring Long Xiaoyao's movements behind him, Chen Fu simply looked at Xuan Zi, a posture of listening, silently signaling:
Go on. Keep talking. I'm listening.
Xuan Zi glanced at Mu En, still unwilling to awaken and face reality, then suddenly felt his spirit collapse. The anger he had prepared deflated instantly.
The clouds torn open by the sword revealed warm sunlight once again. In the moist air and scattered high-energy soul power crystals, rainbow halos shimmered over the cratered ground and exposed metal devices, shining with a glazed brilliance.
A beam of mottled, radiant light broke through the clouds, and just before it hit the ground, the youth caught it in his arms.
Amid the fractured colors of glassy light, the youth stood atop the steps. His arms spread wide,not in anger, resentment, nor any lesser emotion, but in a holy, blazing fervor. He whispered:
"Everyone, we should change this wretched world. Sweep all things that hinder progress into the trash heap of history. This world belongs to us, not to gods."
His eyes shone with the brilliance of ideals,so bright they were almost painful to look at.
"Everyone, this world hasn't changed in tens of thousands of years. Mortals remain mortals, nobles remain nobles. But why are they noble? In the face of a technique that can sever spirit rings, so-called bloodline inheritance has no standing at all."
Chen Fu looked around and continued:
"Everyone, we should accomplish something great,something that will carve our names into history. We will use our soul devices to change this world. Let the strong be useful, let the elderly be provided for. Soul devices should not exist merely to destroy, but to build our world."
"Everyone, a new era is coming. Anything that blocks the era's advance will be crushed."
"So, follow me. Let's overturn this filthy world."
"So, follow me. I will lead you once more onto the road to godhood."
The youth who had been cast down into mortality shouted his strongest declaration beneath the blazing sun:
He would rebuild the world.
He would climb the divine path again.
With a mortal body, he would ascend to the throne of gods.
Even if his soul power had been cut,
Even if his spirit rings had been destroyed,
Even if the entire world now stood against him,
He was still alive.
As long as he lived, he would reclaim everything he had lost.
If the world stood in his way, he would overturn it.
If high gods hindered him, he would drag them down from their sanctuaries.
The will of the world had already granted him enough time to rise again.
"The Nine-Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will follow me!"
Watching the youth's departing back, Ning Tian followed without hesitation. She believed her teacher would achieve his promise.
Fan Yu looked at the restless soul tool students, then at the silent Qian Duoduo, and sighed.
"If you want to go, then go."
Upon hearing that, more than a dozen soul engineers bowed deeply and chased after the fading figure. Fan Yu remembered their common trait: they were young, and their ideals had not yet been worn away by life.
Xuan Zi and the others only watched quietly as the few individuals left. That towering light-sword kept everyone calm.
But in the end, only a small number dared to leave openly under the gazes of Shrek's strongest.
"Yuhao! Go after him! We have to take this gamble!"
Tian Meng urged anxiously inside Huo Yuhao's mind. Having witnessed everything, he fully understood how terrifying that human was.
Compared to Tian Meng's own plan of manufacturing gods, that person would already have the capability,if permitted,to mass-produce gods.
And that man never did anything he wasn't certain of.
Even after being struck twice by merciless divine punishment, he survived. Tian Meng could not imagine how many trump cards he held.
Because Tian Meng himself was a trump card that hadn't even been used yet.
Right now Tian Meng only wanted to run up to Chen Fu and shout:
Don't go! Use me already! Please!
Breaking free from Wang Dong's grasp, Huo Yuhao ran after him without looking back.
He didn't care about becoming a god.
He only wanted to see what that new world would look like.
This world was simply too disgusting.
Seeing she couldn't stop him, Wang Dong followed as well…
Ahead, Chen Fu walked silently through heaven and earth. He looked up at the sky with a mocking smile.
How dare you…
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