Chapter 37: Ah Yin: For the Sake of Our Shared Bloodline, Save Me!
But in the end, even the Tang God King could not save himself—so how could he open his divine eyes to intervene?
As for Yun Ming, he might be able to breach the threshold of divinity, but how could a god exist in an age where the Divine Realm itself had vanished? Even if he forcibly created a god's position, where would it stand?
He could not become a god.
Even reaching that realm now would change nothing.
The power of the Level 12 Fixed-Mount Soul Guidance Cannon—the Eternal Kingdom—had far surpassed imagination.
Ya Li wept and pleaded, torn between her duty as Sea God Pavilion Master and her love as a wife.
He was her husband. How could she stand by and watch him march toward death?
"No! Please, I beg you—don't!"
The rest of the Sea God Pavilion stood frozen in silence, paralyzed by despair.
If they just watched their ancestral Golden Tree fall, what would Shrek Academy even be?
Would they really abandon their roots just to save themselves?
But none of them knew what to do—whether to support their Pavilion Master or stop him.
So they could only remain still.
Behind Ya Li stood Na'er, trembling as she watched everything unfold.
He hadn't forced her to leave—instead, he had left her here. Was this his plan all along? A way to use her to stop her teacher from defying the Eternal Kingdom?
"Brother… was this part of your plan too?"
"Then what is Na'er to you?"
A profound sadness welled in her chest. She felt like a puppet caught in a great web—she had sought freedom, yet even now she wasn't sure if she was truly free.
How had it come to this?
All of this… because of a simple debt?
What kind of price was this to pay?
She stood lost in confusion.
But she could not simply watch her teacher walk to his death.
Running forward, she grabbed his arm with shaking hands. "This all happened because of me, Teacher. If I can atone for it, let me—"
Yun Ming placed a heavy hand on her head, his voice full of exhaustion.
"Enough."
The last embers of fighting spirit in his heart flickered out. "This was all premeditated by the Federation. It has nothing to do with you."
He dropped the Sky Piercing Spear.
In that moment, the continent's strongest man looked as though he had aged thirty years in an instant. His hair seemed to pale under the darkened sky.
He was the Pavilion Master of the Sea God Pavilion—responsible for leading Shrek Academy—and yet, under his watch, it had fallen into ruin.
Was there redemption in dying a hero's death? He doubted it.
Perhaps he, the so-called number one of the continent, was nothing more than a cruel joke of fate.
Looking upon his tear-streaked wife, his panicked disciple, and his lost elders—
The man once called invincible no longer had any strength left in his heart.
"Pavilion Master, it is my duty," said Long Yueye suddenly. "Allow me to go."
Shrek could not stand by and watch its ancestral spirit perish.
As the widow of the previous Pavilion Master, she had long since abandoned thoughts of living for herself. Her only reason to keep going was Shrek's legacy.
But now, seeing the Academy destroyed before her eyes, she felt she no longer deserved to face her husband in the afterlife.
"No, Sister Yue," Yun Ming said with a bitter smile. "Tang Sect is gone. Shrek lies in ruins. It will need to be rebuilt."
"We can't rely on the Federation—they'll never truly leave us alone. And as for strength… only you and I remain. We can't lose either one."
If even a single Limit Douluo burned their life essence to block the blow, perhaps they could lessen the ancestral spirit's injuries—leave behind a spark of life.
But to lose one now would cripple what little remained of Shrek.
If Shrek's people survived, then Shrek could rise again.
(Tang San's divine sense: "What? That isn't the Shrek I wanted rebuilt!")
"No," Yun Ming continued. "As long as Shrek Academy still exists, anything is possible. If Tang Sect could survive ten thousand years ago, then so can we.
"Shrek will rebuild! We will remember this hatred!"
His fists clenched hard enough to draw blood. But witnessing Shrek's annihilation had broken him utterly.
His heart—the heart to become a god—was gone.
He knew now that his path to godhood was forever severed.
But he still had a pupil.
A disciple with more talent than he had ever known.
Her first soul ring was a thousand-year soul spirit. Her spiritual power had already reached mid-Spirit Link Realm. Her future potential could surpass his own.
"Na'er," he said hoarsely, "promise me—you will become a Limit Douluo, become a god! Lead Shrek to rise again."
Na'er froze, then nodded weakly. "I… I promise, Teacher."
…
Amid the blinding explosion, everything dissolved. Shrek Academy was reduced to dust—only the Golden Tree still hung on, quivering at the brink of destruction.
The beautiful figure within glowed with anguish and despair.
She didn't understand. Why? Why had such a weapon fallen on her?
According to Tang San's great plan, she would become the Golden Tree, devouring Douluo Continent's Life Core and replacing it, while her husband, Tang Hao, became the Plane's Master—holding back the Abyssal Plane until their grandson's rise.
With Tang San's relics—three divine strikes from his super-artifact—everything had been set.
Even if Tang Wulin could not destroy the Abyss, Tang San himself could intervene.
Then she, as the new Life Core, would devour the whole Abyssal Plane, elevating Douluo's world rank so that her grandson could ascend to godhood—awaiting the Divine Realm's return.
But everything had gone wrong.
At this moment, Tang Hao was still restraining the Abyssal Plane and could not return.
Shrek lay empty.
The Azure Dragon and the Titan Ape—gone.
No one could help her now.
Was this… her end?
"...Soul beast?"
Even in her fading awareness, Ah Yin could sense it—the man standing before her was no human.
Though she couldn't understand why he was here…
Her voice trembled softly. "For the sake of our shared bloodline… will you help me?"
The Blue Silver Grass had always been resilient—burned a thousand times, and yet reborn with spring.
As the Blue Silver Emperor, her vitality was even stronger. Even if her body perished, a spark of her consciousness could regenerate.
Jiang Chen chuckled. "And what can you offer me in exchange?"
"I shall give you the Qi of Immortal Spirit."
As a soul beast herself, she knew the terror of heavenly tribulation. This being before her—a million-year-old soul beast—would never survive it.
That was why he had chosen the human path, to seek godhood through humanity.
But with the Divine Realm gone, even if he attained divine-level strength, he could never truly live eternally.
The Qi of Immortal Spirit—that was the key to immortality.
The Divine Realm, the divine rank, and the immortal essence—these three were inseparable.
The divine positions sustained the Divine Realm; the Divine Realm thrived because it overflowed with immortal essence, granting the gods eternal existence—immortal realm, undying soul.
(According to legend, the Destruction God King sought to expand the Divine Realm to create more divine positions—the Immortal Spirit Qi is a setting from the fourth era of Douluo.)
Jiang Chen smiled faintly. "Save you? Certainly… if you beg me."
(END CHAPTER)
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