Chapter 58: Enslaving Ah Yin, the Birth of the Proto-God Realm!
"I think these few students are simply too extraordinary for Class One. It's better to restructure the program—create a Super Class and nurture them together,"
Wu Zhangkong proposed seriously.
Even just one Gu Yue was enough to break the other students' spirits—and there were still several monsters like her.
As someone who was once a prodigy himself, he fully understood how the existence of such geniuses could crush ordinary students' morale.
It was time to reassign the "monsters" of Class One.
Long Hengxu nodded in agreement and pulled a document from his desk, handing it to Wu Zhangkong.
"Take a look. This is the training plan for Class Zero."
Wu Zhangkong accepted the document. The proposal outlined a cooperative program funded jointly by the Federation and the Spirit Pagoda. The students enrolled would gain access to top-tier cultivation resources, premium spirit souls, and qualification to enter the Spirit Ascension Platform.
But one line stood out in bold characters—
"Graduates of the Class Zero program may only join the Spirit Pagoda after graduation."
Wu Zhangkong's face darkened immediately. How was that any different from directly recruiting them into the Spirit Pagoda?
"If they poach these geniuses, then what happens to Shrek Academy?" he asked grimly.
Long Hengxu sighed. "Zhangkong, I know you're from Shrek Academy, but you've been expelled for years. You're no longer one of them."
"Besides, haven't you realized—after all these years away—that Shrek Academy has fallen ill?"
He wasn't wrong. Shrek's original purpose had been noble—an academy designed to train monsters. Teachers outnumbered students, all for the sake of cultivating unrivaled talent.
But after the ascension of the Divine King Tang San, Shrek had changed.
It no longer simply nurtured geniuses; it became a power-hungry faction, meddling constantly in the world's political balance.
Especially a thousand years ago, when it chose the wrong side and repeatedly violated Federation interests.
Wu Zhangkong stayed silent. Of course he knew about Shrek's sickness.
But the academy was too lost in its eternal glory to change.
Each generation of students carried immense pride in their titles, ready to sacrifice their lives for Shrek's so-called honor.
That word—"honor"—once filled him with pride. Now, it only brought confusion.
Long Hengxu's tone hardened. "Zhangkong, first and foremost, you're a citizen of the Douluo Federation. Second, you're a teacher at Eastsea Academy. Your duty is to cultivate talent for the Federation—not for any private power!"
The Federation had improved countless lives. The Spirit Pagoda had democratized Martial Soul awakenings and soul contracts.
Soul tools were now everyday household conveniences.
And because the continent was unified, there was no more war. True peace reigned. The only "disasters" left were Shrek Academy's so-called annual examinations, which caused havoc every year.
"…Alright, fine,"
Wu Zhangkong finally exhaled, loosening his fists. He reminded himself—he was no longer a Shrek student.
He was a citizen of the Douluo Federation.
Shrek's glory, its millennia-old honor—none of that has anything to do with me anymore.
I'm just a teacher at Eastsea Academy. That's all.
"Mommy!"
"How many times have I told you—don't call me that!"
Hearing the word made Xue Di's ears twitch in outrage. She deeply regretted ever letting Jiang Chen call her that.
She had only allowed it to humiliate him—as revenge for the disgrace he'd once brought her ages ago.
So why did this feel like she was rewarding him instead?!
Pervert!
Without a word, the Snow Empress kicked him across the room with one smooth motion of her delicate foot.
"Ouch!"
Jiang Chen rubbed his sore backside, sighing helplessly. Teasing the cold woman wasn't worth it. At least provoking Gu Yue helped improve his spiritual power; with this ice queen, there weren't even scraps to freeload.
He lived with her, ate her food, and got nothing in return.
He actually missed the days when the amnesiac Snow Empress had called him "Papa." Those were far more fun.
Lately, when not cultivating his spirit power, Jiang Chen had buried himself in engineering—working on his god-tier mecha.
Unlike standard models, his was the Federation's first transformable divine-class mecha.
Its beast form was modeled after his own body, capable of unleashing immense power.
The rare materials required for transformation were priceless.
Jiang Chen's ambitious goal was to synchronize his primary mecha with eleven subsidiary ones, forming a battleship-grade unit comparable to a planetary mothership.
After all, every Ultimate Douluo dreamed of commanding one.
Of course, technology couldn't leap forward overnight, but at least he wouldn't let those twelve divine mechas go to waste.
Even replicating the power of a twelfth-rank stationary soul-guided cannon would be worthwhile.
Still, designing mechas was mentally exhausting, and Jiang Chen eventually shelved the project.
His talents didn't lie in soul engineering—too much brainpower required.
"Evil Eye, I'm counting on you for this one. You handle it!"
Evil Eye: …
As a pure spirit beast of mental power, its learning capacity rivaled an advanced AI—
more reliable than any machine.
All Jiang Chen would need to do one day was shout,
"Evil Eye, activate the Planetary Mothership!"
Inside the micro-God Realm.
A black Soul Spirit Sphere floated in midair.
This was the Dark Spirit Sphere, forged through Electrolux's enslavement contract. It now bound Ah Yin completely—her life and death under Jiang Chen's control.
Even though she was divine, her godly consciousness had been shattered. She was barely holding on—a dying ember in the wind.
He seized the chance and subdued her utterly.
Thus began the enslavement of Ah Yin—the Blue Silver Emperor—
a being whose power lay not in destruction but in consumption.
Not only could she serve as the core of his proto-God Realm, but also as a trapped piece for future plans.
Eventually, Tang San, the Divine King, would return to the mortal world with his pantheon. When that day came, both Ah Yin and Tang Wulin would have plenty of suffering awaiting them.
For Jiang Chen, surpassing the god-makers meant crafting his own divine realm.
And the key to that plan lay within the Dragon Clan's Cemetery.
That ancient site had once spawned miracles. In just ten thousand years under its influence, it split the Sky Pegasus Twins into two celestial bodies, birthing Tianlong Star, and from there arose eighteen divine-level beings. The strongest, the Dragon Head Emperor, stood at the pinnacle of the Super God realm.
Such a place's value was immeasurable—several Dragon Kings had perished there.
Why Gu Yue had once found it but didn't take him there, he didn't understand.
Clinging to meaningless "Dragon Clan Honor," perhaps?
Well, if Gu Yue ever learned he planned to seize the Dragon Cemetery for himself…
she'd probably flay him alive.
"But… what she doesn't know won't hurt her."
(END CHAPTER)
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