Chapter 38: Yun Ming: From This Day, Shrek and the Holy Spirit Sect Are Irreconcilable!
"Please… help me!"
She could not die—if she did, Tang San's entire plan would collapse, and even her grandson's fate would fall apart.
Jiang Chen finally nodded, and Ah Yin let out a quiet sigh of relief.
The Golden Tree erupted in radiant gold—its roots and leaves overflowing with the countless years of divine energy left behind by generations of Sea God Pavilion Masters.
A blinding auric glow shrouded the heavens.
And not just gold—emerald-green divine power swirled around Ah Yin's body as she unleashed, without reserve, every ounce of her goddess strength.
Though her divinity was imperfect, she was still a second-rank deity—a true god once recognized by the Divine Realm.
Gold and green intertwined, clashing fiercely against the descending black light. The very sky turned blinding white.
Moments later, both the Golden Tree and Sea God Island were reduced to ashes—obliterated.
All that remained of Shrek's heritage vanished before the eyes of its people.
The city trembled with grief. Elders fell to their knees, their tears streaking through dust and blood.
Ten thousand years of Shrek's glory—gone.
After a time, a single Blue Silver Grass drifted down before Jiang Chen, carrying a faint golden glow before dropping softly into his pocket.
A gentle female voice echoed, "I hope you will keep your word."
Ah Yin's consciousness fell silent as she collapsed into her final sleep. She could only trust that he, as another soul beast, would honor his kind's bond.
It had cost her everything.
And before Jiang Chen lay the shimmering essence she had promised—Immortal Spirit Qi, the lifeblood of gods.
"So this is it…"
"This… is Immortal Spirit Qi."
A force exclusive to the Divine Realm—the very source of immortality itself.
Jiang Chen's heart finally steadied.
With the Divine Realm Fragment and now the Immortal Spirit Qi, the foundation for creating a small personal divine realm was complete.
Once he forged his own god position, ascension would be inevitable.
Even if the attempt failed, the Immortal Spirit Qi alone would let him live for millions of years.
No one knew how long had passed before the light faded. The Eternal Kingdom's impact ended, its lingering energy suppressed by the Spirit Transmission Tower.
Over the ruins of Shrek City, two vast craters yawned beneath the sky. The Sea God Pavilion was no more—only endless darkness remained.
The bottomless pits stretched into the abyss. Even the eight Extreme Douluo could only stare in awe.
The Federation had built the Level 12 Soul Cannon ages ago but had never dared to use it—until now.
In a single moment, the Eternal Kingdom had erased all that Shrek was.
Even the Golden Tree's divine awakening—the very power of God—could not endure.
Such was its terrifying might.
On the ruined battlefield, the surviving elders of the Sea God Pavilion glared daggers at the Federation, their hearts boiling with rage.
If not for the overwhelming power of the eight Limit Douluo, they would have fought to the death.
The Federation had debated whether to annihilate Shrek completely, but doing so would risk moral collapse.
There was no scapegoat now—no Holy Spirit Sect to blame.
After all, Shrek had always claimed to exist for the peace of the continent, a self-proclaimed guardian of harmony.
Whatever others thought, that was their eternal banner.
And the Federation dared not repeat the mistakes of the old Spirit Hall.
Shrek Academy was gone. None of its people had died, but ten thousand years of heritage were destroyed overnight.
Even with three Limit Douluo surviving, they were no longer counted among the world's top powers.
For the next centuries—perhaps millennia—the academy would crumble under a lack of resources. Even the brightest talents could not grow without nourishment.
Their capital was gone.
In exchange, the Federation promised safe passage. It would provide ships to escort Shrek's survivors across the sea.
In return, Shrek Academy was required to issue an official declaration explaining the tragedy.
As one of the Twin Dragons of Shrek, president of the Blacksmith Association, and the Saint Artisan—Crimson Dragon Douluo Feng Wuyu—erupted in fury.
"What?! The Federation bombs Shrek and then demands us to explain it?!"
"Intolerable! Shameless! Despicable!"
He shouted until Yun Ming sealed his voice by force.
With eight Extreme Douluo still present—and one final cannon remaining—Yun Ming dared not test their patience.
"Fine," Yun Ming said through gritted teeth. His cold gaze swept over the eight godlike enemies, and finally rested on Jiang Chen.
"Fine."
Then, without hesitation, he led what remained of Shrek away from the ruined city.
Not Shrek City anymore—Douluo City now.
There was nothing left for them here.
That day—
Tang Sect was annihilated.
Shrek Academy, devastated beyond repair, set sail across the sea to rebuild in the Star Luo Federation.
…
The next day.
The continent trembled.
The current Sea God Pavilion Master, Yun Ming, released an official statement on behalf of Shrek Academy:
"The Holy Spirit Sect stole the Federation's Level 12 Fixed-Mount Soul Cannon and used it to attack Shrek City. Both Tang Sect and Shrek Academy were destroyed. Fortunately, the Spirit Transmission Tower intervened in time to contain the explosion, saving countless lives."
"From this day forward, Shrek Academy swears eternal enmity against the Holy Spirit Sect!"
(The Holy Spirit Sect: "???")
Of course, Yun Ming's words were calculated. By crediting the Spirit Transmission Tower with saving the city, he subtly elevated its public prestige—an insurance policy, in case the Federation ever turned on them next.
…
"This… impossible!"
Eastsea City, Eastsea Academy.
When Wu Zhangkong heard the news—that both Tang Sect and Shrek Academy had fallen, and that the Sea God Pavilion Master had led the remaining survivors toward Star Luo Federation—he was utterly stunned.
It had to be a joke.
Shrek Academy—the greatest academical fortress of soul masters in the world? And Tang Sect—the most legendary sect in history?
Each had Limit Douluo guardians aplenty. Shrek City itself had the Spirit Transmission Tower nearby.
How could such institutions fall to the so-called Holy Spirit Sect, a mere gathering of Evil Soul Masters?
What? They had stolen the Federation's Level 12 "god-killing" Soul Cannon?
Well—then that explained everything.
The entire Eastsea campus had gone quiet.
Wu Zhangkong, invited as a guest instructor from Shrek's Inner Court, had been preparing to begin class.
The news hit before he reached the podium.
He stood frozen in disbelief—like a man trapped in a dream.
The next instant, his Battle Armor flared to life, and he shot skyward, vanishing from sight.
"Teacher Wu ran off! Stop him! Catch him!"
Meanwhile, in another classroom, Tang Wulin heard the news but felt only mild confusion.
He had heard of those great names—Shrek and Tang Sect—but they were distant legends to him. He had never even dreamed of studying there one day.
But within his body, Tang San's divine sense erupted in shock and fury.
Tang Sect was gone—that was one thing.
But Shrek too?!
A Level 12 Fixed-Mount Soul Cannon—an artifact that could slay gods?!
Where was the Golden Tree? Where was his mother?!
Was Ah Yin still alive?!
Tang San's fury twisted the boy's expression. If he could, he would have manifested then and there, unlocking his trident to unleash divine wrath anew.
"Is the Douluo Federation full of idiots? How can someone just steal a Level 12 Soul Cannon?!"
"And that damned Holy Spirit Sect—has it truly grown tired of living?!"
(END CHAPTER)
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