"Shrek Supervisory Group"

"You're nothing but one of its discarded pawns, a pawn sent to test the real 'me.'" Long Yao looked at her and sneered. "It doesn't understand me at all. Otherwise, it wouldn't have sent a discarded pawn like you to test me." It was as if he had already seen her ending. "Truly pitiful—and pathetic."

Those seemingly casual words were like the most merciless lingchi blades, skinning and carving her to the bone. Each layer advanced with perfect precision, slicing apart Tang Wan'er's seemingly impregnable, magnificent outer shell woven from pride, confidence, and fanatical faith, exposing her deepest, most unwillingly revealed, most fragile core—bloody and raw—before the other two pairs of sharp, scrutinizing eyes in the room.

Discarded pawn.

Used to test him.

Doesn't understand.

Pitiful and pathetic.

Every word was like a red-hot branding iron steeped in deadly poison, viciously searing itself into her heart—a heart that did not belong to a human, yet was prouder and more evil than any human heart!

"...Shut up!"

A shrill, hoarse cry—no longer clear and pleasant to the ear, but like a night owl with its throat gripped—suddenly burst from Tang Wan'er's pale, dry, trembling lips!

All expression twisted completely across her delicate small face, flushed crimson by extreme humiliation and rage, only to lose all color in an instant as her faith wavered!

No longer was it that lofty indifference filled with morbid excitement.

Nor was it that mocking, teasing amusement full of ridicule.

It was a kind of... towering fury, born from seeing the one, sole, supreme deity she worshipped openly accused of being "stupid" and "incompetent" by a mortal in the most offhand tone—even with a trace of pity. Fury born from having her faith trampled before her eyes, fury so great it nearly set her whole being ablaze!

"What the hell are you?!" Her eyes, flickering with ominous ghostfire, contracted and trembled violently for the first time beyond her control! She glared fixedly at that cloud-light-wind-light youth, her gaze like that of a food-guarding beast driven to the brink of madness!

"You dare... speak of my Master?!"

"What do you know?! You know nothing!"

"How could you tiny, pathetic ants, bound by the rules of this world, possibly understand Master's greatness and wisdom?!"

"Discarded pawn? A test?!"

"Who do you think you are?! You're merely a somewhat interesting, slightly larger pebble Master happened to notice on his path forward! The fact that he was willing to stop and look at you, even deign to extend you an invitation, was already the highest honor for you and this lowly world you inhabit!"

She screamed and roared hysterically.

Her voice was shrill and grating, like the sharpest fingernails scraping viciously across a blackboard, making one's eardrums ache faintly.

It was as though she wanted to use the most intense, most frenzied method to drive away the doubt and panic spreading wildly and uncontrollably through her heart.

She wanted to refute him. She wanted to prove him wrong.

She wanted to tell him, to tell the whole world, that her Master was omnipotent and her faith was unshakable.

But...

Why was it that, while she screamed those words until her voice was hoarse, that faint, dazzling smile of pity and regret never left the youth's ever-calm, amused face?

Why was it that, the moment her gaze met those eyes that seemed to have seen through countless ages of reincarnation, all her roars and all her defenses seemed so... weak and powerless, so... outwardly fierce but inwardly frail, so... laughable?

Could it be...

Could what he said be true?

Could she, along with the "power" she was so proud of—power enough to shame countless geniuses—truly be nothing more than an insignificant chess piece in her omnipotent Master's eyes, a piece that could be sacrificed at any time to test the waters?

No...

Impossible!

Master said I was special! I was his most perfect "creation"! I was...

That horrifying thought—the collapse of a faith powerful enough to drive anyone mad—slithered silently into her heart like the coldest, most venomous snake, frantically gnawing at her proud heart, already riddled with holes.

Yet just as Tang Wan'er's emotions were about to be driven completely to the edge of collapse by that dreadful thought, the youth made a move neither she nor Moon had anticipated.

He withdrew every trace of his aura.

The Chaos Qi, ancient, primordial, lofty enough to make space submit and all things fall silent, receded into his body like an ebbing tide in a single, soundless instant.

The terrifying pressure that had filled the room for so long, suffocating and taut with tension, vanished in an instant.

As if nothing had happened.

The sunlight remained warm.

The air remained fresh.

The youth simply stood there quietly, with black hair and black eyes, dressed in the most ordinary Shrek student uniform, washed pale with age. He looked like nothing more than an utterly ordinary, if excessively handsome, boy next door.

Ordinary.

Unremarkable.

Yet it was precisely this ultimate, back-to-basics "ordinariness" that, after that heart-stopping confrontation beyond mortal understanding, created an even more terrifying, even more chilling contrast!

This was no longer merely perfect control over release and restraint.

It was a kind of... absolute contempt, in the truest sense, standing above all rules.

In the most direct and cruel way possible, he was telling her—

You are no longer worthy of even a shred more of my strength.

Your rage, your roars, your struggles, your faith...

In my eyes, they are no different from a noisy, pitiful ant by the roadside.

This game is over.

"Thud..."

Tang Wan'er's eyes, wide with extreme fury and terror, dimmed at once as the aura vanished completely, as though the last spark of life in them had been drained away.

Her petite body, which had been taut as if it might erupt with terrifying power again at any moment, suddenly went limp. She staggered back two steps and collapsed onto the cold, hard granite floor.

She had lost.

Completely and utterly.

She had not lost in strength, nor in intellect, but to an unquestionable... crushing from a higher level she had never encountered, one carried out from the dimension of life origin itself.

Moon watched the scene quietly.

His eyes, always turbid, as though they had seen through ten thousand years of time, were now astonishingly bright! Like two blazing stars burning in the night, filled with blazing light!

He had witnessed a war.

A battle of the heart with neither flashing blades nor soul skill clashes, yet one more dangerous and cruel than any duel to the death.

With only a few words, that youth had toyed with a top-tier Evil Soul Master genius—one whose will was firm, faith fanatical, power bizarre, and who had even given Moon some trouble—in the palm of his hand. Then, in the most casual manner, he had utterly shattered her pride, faith, and sense of worth!

Such methods...

Such temperament...

Such terrifying deterrence, able to kill without form amid laughter and conversation...

For the first time, Moon's heart, still as an old well for centuries, was overcome by an immensely powerful wave of lingering fear, so intense he nearly leaped from his chair!

Once again, he was grateful for his earlier decision.

Grateful that he had ultimately chosen a relatively "gentle" approach—even one that seemed to show weakness—to tie this little one to his own ship.

For the first time, he had a crystal-clear, even absurd intuition—

If he had truly chosen the harshest, most uncompromising means to forcefully suppress and kill him...

Then who would be lying here today was still uncertain.

This kid...

He definitely still had a trump card!

One enough to let him escape calmly from the full-force killing intent of a Limit Douluo, perhaps even... turn defeat into victory!

At that thought, a layer of icy, fine cold sweat seeped uncontrollably from Moon's back!

He looked at the youth, who had returned to the appearance of an "ordinary person," and his gaze became incomparably complex.

There was appreciation, fondness, relief, lingering fear...

In the end, every emotion transformed into an even firmer, unshakable resolve!

No matter what!

At any cost!

He had to bind this youth completely to Shrek, to Sea God Pavilion!

He would be Shrek's sole... hope of turning the tide in the unprecedented, terrifying storm destined to sweep across the entire continent in the future!

The room returned to its deathly, suffocating silence.

But this time, Moon was no longer the focus of that silence.

Long Yao slowly turned around and no longer looked at Tang Wan'er, who lay slumped on the ground like a soulless puppet.

He returned to Moon, pulled over the chair, and sat down again without reservation.

He picked up the cup of "Azure Sea Tide" tea on the table, long since gone cold and personally brewed by Moon, took a light sip, then slowly said in a calm voice devoid of ripples:

"Mu En."

"Now that this so-called 'invitation' has been dealt with."

"The authority you promised earlier regarding the 'Shrek Supervisory Group' and 'access to Sea God Pavilion records'..."

"Should we discuss the specific... details?"

Those words, full of calculation and compromise, were like a key inserted precisely into the tightly locked secret door leading to the core of Shrek Academy's highest authority.

The perfectly measured, helpless bitter smile on the youth's usually calm face finally brought a heartfelt, gratified smile to Mu En's old, impassive features.

He knew that this thrilling "admissions interview," filled with probing and maneuvering, could finally come to a satisfactory end.

"You..."

Mu En slowly shook his head, his tone like that of an elder chiding a junior who was both deeply lovable and aggravating—brilliantly clever, yet far too slippery. The blazing light in his turbid eyes, born of appreciation, gradually gave way to something deeper: a solemnity and gravity steeped in the weight of history.

He did not immediately answer Long Yao's question about the "details."

Instead, he slowly turned and looked once more at the ancient oil painting on the wall depicting the full view of Shrek Academy, his eyes seeming to bear ten thousand years of time.

"Before discussing the details," his aged, hoarse voice slowly echoed through the silent room, every word like an ancient, heavy cornerstone establishing the supreme tone of the conversation to follow, "you first need to understand exactly what kind of organization you are about to join. And exactly what kind of authority you are about to receive."

He paused, as though organizing his thoughts, or recalling ancient secrets unknown to others and long buried in the river of history.

"The Shrek Supervisory Group." He slowly spoke the name, his eyes becoming incomparably profound. "Its existence alone is one of Shrek Academy's greatest secrets, more unknown even than my identity as Sea God Pavilion Master."

"In the Outer Court, and even in the eyes of most Inner Court Students, it is nothing more than an illusory, even somewhat laughable legend—a fictional disciplinary department, like a ghost story invented solely to frighten disobedient troublemakers."

"But they will never know..."

Mu En's voice turned incomparably cold in an instant, and solemn killing surged from him like an unsheathed peerless weapon soaked in blood!

"...just how many genuine 'monsters' this so-called 'legend' has personally 'dealt with' over the past tens of thousands of years—monsters that even Spirit Hall and the two great empires found immensely troublesome, or did not dare touch at all."

"The Supervisory Group is not a student organization, much less some damned disciplinary committee."

"It is Shrek Academy's... blade. Its sharpest and filthiest... shadow, concealed beneath the light."

"Its sole duty is to purge all filthy... trash that might threaten the academy's continued existence or the continent's peace."

As he spoke the word "trash," his gaze seemed to drift briefly toward Tang Wan'er, slumped in the corner like a soulless puppet. His eyes were cold without the slightest hint of emotion, as though he were looking at waste about to be collected and disposed of.

"Its members are not chosen by strength, much less talent."

"Every official member of the Supervisory Group is a genuine 'monster,' selected only after countless trials of blood and fire, cruelties beyond anything you can imagine, from among the top-tier elite students of the Inner Court."

"They must possess not only strength far surpassing their peers, but nerves as tough as iron, minds terrifyingly calm, and... the absolute resolve to fall into darkness at any time in order to protect the light."

"Members of the Supervisory Group possess supreme operational authority second only to Sea God Pavilion Elders. They are not bound by any academy rules, and when carrying out 'purge' missions, they hold the absolute power to execute first, report later."

"They are Shrek's ghosts, dancers walking upon knife edges, the nameless... gatekeepers guarding this ten-thousand-year academy."

Mu En turned around, his profound eyes, seemingly capable of piercing the human heart, falling once more upon Long Yao.

"And Sea God Pavilion," he said slowly, "is the brain of the Supervisory Group."

"It is the true core of Shrek Academy's highest authority."

"It is not a simple council, nor is it a retirement home one can enter merely through seniority or status."

"Every member of Sea God Pavilion was once a peerless prodigy of their era, extraordinary enough to suppress an entire age."

"This place contains every core secret and foundation accumulated by Shrek Academy over the full ten thousand years since its founding."

"Your so-called 'ancestral relic' may be valuable, but compared to Sea God Pavilion's collection, it is no more than a drop in the ocean."

"Here, you will have the opportunity to see the cultivation notes left behind by countless remarkable seniors like your ancestor Yang Wudi—notes on Martial Soul cultivation that are wildly imaginative, even full of paradoxes."

"You will have the opportunity to encounter ultimate secrets concerning the nature of Martial Souls, the origin of Soul Power, and the deepest laws of this world—secrets enough to overturn everything you know."

"You may even have the opportunity to obtain true strategic-level cultivation resources preserved by the academy, resources that would drive even Titled Douluo mad. These include, but are not limited to, Ten-Thousand-Year Level soul bones, true Immortal Grade Herbs that can aid your cultivation, and... the academy's true core cultivation holy land, a place comparable to the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Eyes, which only Sea God Pavilion members are qualified to enter!"

Mu En's voice carried a deadly, irresistible allure.

Like the most skilled merchant, he laid an invaluable "commodity," enough to drive any Soul Master mad, nakedly before Long Yao.

Watching Long Yao's still-calm face, a satisfied, approving gleam flashed through his profound eyes.

He knew this youth was tempted.

Not by those so-called resources and privileges.

But by the broader... stage of unknowns and challenges that he had described.

"Of course," Mu En abruptly changed course, his tone once again becoming incomparably solemn and serious, "power is always matched by responsibility."

"You will join the Supervisory Group as a 'probationary member.'"

"This means that, starting today, you will come into contact with the true darkness hidden beneath the light."

"You will face enemies like her," he pointed at Tang Wan'er on the ground, "and even enemies more bizarre, more powerful, and more... evil than her."

"You may die at any time while carrying out missions."

"And the authority you have received, the authority to enter Sea God Pavilion and consult its records at any time, is not without limits."

"In the days to come, you must use your actions, your wisdom, and your contributions to Shrek and this continent to prove to us, to all of Sea God Pavilion..."

"That you deserve this authority. That you are worthy of our completely unreserved... investment."

At that point, Mu En slowly stopped.

He looked at Long Yao. His turbid eyes, which seemed to have seen through the storms of countless ages, became incomparably sharp in that instant—and incomparably sincere.

"So, now..."

He slowly extended his aged, wrinkled right hand toward Long Yao. Yet it seemed to contain terrifying power enough to hold up the entire sky.

"Long Yao."

"In the name of Mu En, current master of Shrek Academy's Sea God Pavilion..."

"I formally extend an invitation to you once more."

"Are you willing to board this pirate ship, destined to be filled with thorns and blood, yet leading toward the truest and highest reaches of this world?"

Sunlight slanted through the enormous floor-to-ceiling window, falling upon that aged hand steeped in history and casting a faint golden glow over it, filled with sacredness and solemn grandeur.

This was no longer a simple appointment, nor a transaction filled with calculation.

It was... an inheritance.

A heavy yet supremely glorious inheritance of the Shrek Spirit, spanning ten thousand years...

And a final choice that could truly change a youth—and even the future fate of the entire continent...

"This junior is willing." Long Yao extended his hand and clasped his tightly.

That casually spoken yet immensely weighty "willing" became, the instant the words fell, a contract spanning the ages. It silently bound together two souls from different eras, both standing at the pinnacle of their respective fields.

When the youth's fair, slender right hand, with well-defined joints and seemingly enough terrifying power to split heaven and earth, reached out, the solemn, reverent air in the room seemed to freeze slightly.

Mu En looked at that hand.

It was the hand of a sixteen-year-old youth, with smooth skin and not the slightest flaw. Yet in the eyes of this Limit Douluo, who had lived for centuries and seen all the vicissitudes of the mortal world, he saw far more than that.

He saw wisps and strands of murky gray origin energy coiling around that hand, filled with an ancient, chaotic aura that even his divine sense could not fully see through.

He saw brilliant golden divine blood, belonging to a deity and brimming with majesty and laws, staining that hand.

More than that, he saw the thread of fate tightly clutched in that palm—a thread filled with the unknown and challenges, one capable of completely overturning the future landscape of the entire continent...

Mu En's heart, which had long been silent for centuries, pounded violently once more beyond his control.

It was not because of nervousness, much less excitement.

It was the shock and emotion that came from the depths of his soul when the "hope" he had spent his entire life bitterly pursuing, yet never obtained, suddenly appeared before him in the most unbelievable and perfect way just as his life was nearing its end—so immense it nearly drowned him completely!

Shrek was saved.

This continent was saved.

He slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, as though he wanted to release all the exhaustion and burdens accumulated over the past centuries along with it.

With an incomparably solemn and dignified bearing, he slowly extended his aged, wrinkled, yet rock-steady right hand and tightly grasped the hand that would determine Shrek's future.

Two hands, one large and one small, one old and one young, clasped tightly beneath the warm midday sunlight.

There was no earth-shattering collision of soul power, nor any earth-shattering resonance of laws.

There was only a silent passing of a promise—firmer than any oath and more unbreakable than any contract...

The instant their hands touched, Mu En felt a gentle, pure, yet star sea-like vast and strange energy slowly flow from the other's palm. That energy was incomparably condensed and restrained. It held not the slightest aggression, yet seemed to stand above every rule and law of this world.

Before that energy, his Holy Light Dragon Soul Power, which he had cultivated for centuries and taken pride in reaching the mortal world's limit, instinctively produced a nearly imperceptible reverence and submission that came from its very origin, like a subject meeting a king.

Mu En's usually cloudy eyes shone with startling brilliance at that moment!

The last trace of doubt and probing in his heart vanished completely.

At last, a brilliant smile bloomed on his aged face, which was usually tense and as still as an old well. It came from the heart and carried the relief of a heavy burden being lifted.

"Good!"

He spoke that word heavily.

His voice no longer held its former hoarseness and exhaustion. It was full of vigorous, heartfelt joy and excitement!

"Good! Good! Good!"

He said "good" three times in succession. His hand clenched harder around Long Yao's as his emotions surged violently, so forcefully that even his own knuckles began to turn white.

"From today onward," he said, looking at Long Yao as though he were a peerless treasure more important than his own life, something lost and found, "you, Long Yao, will be the first Outer Court reserve member of my Shrek Supervisory Group..."

"You will also be the only exception in the ten thousand years since the founding of Sea God Pavilion to be granted 'Pavilion Elder-level' access to materials while still holding the status of a student!"

His words were decisive and resounding.

This was not a promise, much less a transaction.

It was the highest-standard coronation bestowed by a living legend, using the glory and prestige of his entire life, upon another, even more dazzling legend who was about to rise in a new era...

He slowly released his hand.

From the equally ancient-looking Storage Soul Tool at his waist, he took out a simple token half the size of a palm. It was entirely pitch black and forged from an unknown material.

The token felt icy cool to the touch, yet had a warm texture. Its front bore no pattern or lettering and was as smooth as a mirror. On its reverse, however, an ancient, intricate three-dimensional engraving depicted a ferocious, lifelike Shrek monster head, brimming with sinister energy and power.

"This is the Inspector's Token."

Mu En solemnly handed the token to Long Yao.

"It is not merely proof of your identities. It is also the key to Sea God Pavilion and all the highest-level restricted zones within the academy..."

"You need only inject a wisp of your soul power into it, and it will automatically record your aura. From this day onward, aside from Sea God Pavilion itself and several absolute forbidden zones, you may travel freely anywhere in Shrek Academy."

"In addition..."

He paused, and a sly, old-fox-like glint flashed through his profound eyes.

"...with this token, all your expenses within the academy—including but not limited to dining at the cafeteria, using the Mimicry Training Ground, purchasing Rare Metal, and so on—will be fully reimbursed by Sea God Pavilion."

Long Yao accepted the weighty token. Seeing the undisguised, proud smile on Mu En's face—the kind that plainly said, I think highly of you, so go ahead and spend freely—a trace of helpless amusement finally appeared on his usually calm face.

This old man who had lived for centuries...

He was afraid Long Yao would regret it, so he was using the simplest, crudest, and most effective "money offensive" to tie him firmly to this ship.

Still, the feeling was not bad.

He said nothing more and merely put away the Inspector's Token.

As this glorious, inheritance-filled "coronation ceremony" ended, the heated atmosphere of joy and excitement in the room gradually settled.

What remained was no longer delight.

It was the cold, realistic... aftermath.

Mu En's gaze slowly shifted away from Long Yao... and finally fell upon the petite figure slumped in the corner like a puppet that had lost its soul from beginning to end.

The smile on his face vanished without a trace in an instant.

In its place was cold, indifferent detachment and the absolute authority of one looking upon a dead thing.

To Shrek Academy, and to Mu En himself, Tang Wan'er had lost her last shred of value as someone worth recruiting. She now had only one identity—

A problem that knew far too many secrets, had personally witnessed the birth of Shrek's future trump card, and absolutely could not leave this room alive...

A cold, utterly emotionless, pure killing intent slowly rose from Mu En once more.

Just as he was preparing to personally erase this "problem" from the world completely—

A calm voice, carrying a trace of unquestionable resolve, suddenly sounded without warning.

"Mu En."

Long Yao looked at Tang Wan'er on the floor. An intrigued smile appeared on his calm face, as though a hunter were examining his spoils of war.

"Since this junior can now be considered one of the Supervisory Group's own..."

"Then shouldn't I be allowed to handle this piece of 'trash' as my first token of allegiance after joining?"

He said it so casually, so naturally.

It was as though he were not asking for the right to deal with a top Evil Soul Master genius of strange strength and mysterious origins, but merely asking an elder for an interesting toy that had caught his fancy.

Mu En's eyes, which had only just turned cold and solemnly murderous, suddenly narrowed!

He looked at Long Yao, and his gaze became incomparably... complicated.

He wanted to handle her himself?

What did he intend to do?

Given the invisible, heart-striking methods of killing that Long Yao had just displayed—methods that had even made Mu En's heart tremble—this young girl would likely suffer far more miserably, far more painfully, in his hands than if Mu En simply killed her with one palm strike!

This little one...

Was his temperament calm—or... cold-blooded?

Could he truly control this power, enough to drive anyone mad...?

For the first time, Mu En felt a nearly imperceptible wavering regarding the decision he had just made.

But when his gaze met the youth's calm, clear, yet bottomless eyes, which seemed to contain the profound truths of cosmic birth and death, all his wavering and concerns vanished in an instant.

What he saw in those eyes was not cruelty, bloodlust, or brutality.

It was a purer, absolute rationality and control of a higher level—one that stood above good and evil...

Long Yao was using this method to display his "value."

He was using this method to prove that he was not merely a "genius" who needed protection, but a reliable "ally" capable of fighting side by side with Mu En.

More than that, he was using this method to ask Mu En for genuine, unconditional... trust.

"...Heh heh."

After an unknown amount of time, an aged, hoarse light laugh filled with complicated meaning came from Mu En's mouth.

"You little rascal..."

He slowly shook his head, looking at him as though he were an unfathomable junior who could always bring him "surprises."

He neither agreed outright nor refused.

Instead, he slowly said in an unquestionable tone, "Her life can be spared for now. The mysterious 'master' behind her, as well as that Evil Soul Master organization, are matters from which we still need to pry more useful intelligence out of her."

"So before every last bit of value has been squeezed from her, she cannot die."

"However..."

His tone abruptly shifted, and a sly glint filled with approval flashed through his profound eyes.

"...this old man can temporarily hand her 'disposal rights' over to you."

"From today onward, she will be the highest-level S-Class Prisoner held by the Supervisory Group. And you, Long Yao, will be her sole 'warden.'"

"You may use your own methods to interrogate her, study her, or even 'train' her."

"This old man has only one demand..."

Mu En looked at him, his gaze becoming incomparably sharp.

"...I want to know everything about that 'master.'"

Time: Douluo Calendar Year 2030, Autumn, Third Day, Sunset 6:31

Location: Shrek Academy, Sea God Pavilion Elder Mu En's Room

Audience: 650,000

Equipment: Shrek Academy Uniform x1, True Vast Sea Ring (Divine Artifact), Inspector's Token

Items: Shrek Academy Uniform x1, Student Badge x1, Dormitory Key x1, [Ancestor's Relic - Handwritten Copy] x1

First Martial Soul: Soul Breaking Spear [Traits: Armor Breaking, Soul Devouring, Penetration]

Second Martial Soul: Chaos Holy Dragon (Hidden) [Traits: Strength, Time, Space]

Soul Power: Level 45 (Soul Ancestor) [Status: True Vast Sea Ring Shielding, External Perception reads as Level 24]

Spirit Rings: [Soul Breaking Spear] First Soul Ring (Yellow · Hundred-Year), Second Soul Ring (Purple · Thousand-Year), Third Soul Ring (Black · Ten-Thousand-Year), Fourth Soul Ring (Black · Ten-Thousand-Year)

[Chaos Holy Dragon] First Soul Ring (Black · Thirteen-Thousand-Year), Second Soul Ring (Black · Twenty-Eight-Thousand-Year), Third Soul Ring (Black · Forty-Six-Thousand-Year), Fourth Soul Ring (Rose Gold · One Hundred Ten-Thousand-Year)

Spirit Skills: [Soul Breaking Spear] First Spirit Skill · Swift Shadow Stab, Second Spirit Skill · Whirlwind Spear, Third Spirit Skill · Armor Breaking Spiral, Fourth Spirit Skill · Thousand Spirit Spear Rain

[Chaos Holy Dragon] First Spirit Skill · Star Ring, Second Spirit Skill · Holy Dragon Claw, Third Spirit Skill · Void Claw, Fourth Spirit Skill · Time and Space Roar

Soul Bones: None

Soul Spirits: None

Reward Stash: [Million-Year Spirit Beast Inverse Scale] x1, [Starlight Sapphire Brooch] x1, [Tsundere Princess Strategy Manual Platinum Edition] x1, [God-Bestowed Soul Ring (One Hundred Thousand-Year)] x1, [Spring of Life (Concentrated Liquid)] x1, [Constant Temperature Double Jade Bed] x1, [Calming Incense (First Snowmelt on the Mountain)] x1, [Dragon Blood Body Tempering Pill] x10, [Space Storage Bracelet] x1, [God King Level Space Law Comprehension Crystal] x1, [Super Artifact Fragment of the Wheel of Time] x1, [God King Godhead (Incomplete)] x1, [Playful Rabbit Ear Headband]