"Named Despair"

"You still think your so-called Master can last more than a few seconds beneath the gaze of my Second Martial Soul?" Long Yao looked down at Tang Wan'er's condition and spoke slowly.

"It seems you already have your answer." Long Yao gave a light laugh and withdrew his Second Martial Soul.

That twisted humanoid outline, as though it would Completely Devour the entire world into nothingness, and those ancient Golden Dragon Pupils capable of dimming billions of stars, silently faded away like an illusion that had never existed.

The evening breeze gently began to stir again.

The faint chirps of insects and rustling leaves in the forest, which had once been completely silenced, seemed to finally dare poke their heads out from that extreme Deathly Stillness.

The cool, bright moonlight became gentle and peaceful once more, filtering through the dense canopy and scattering mottled patches of silver light across the ground, filled with tranquil beauty.

It was as if the apocalyptic scene that had been enough to throw time and space into chaos and overturn Causality had merely been an absurd, unreal nightmare.

But for Tang Wan'er, it had not been a dream.

"Gasp... cough! Cough, cough..."

The moment that absolute gaze from a higher existence—powerful enough to freeze and shatter even her soul—vanished, long-lost fresh air finally flowed back into her throat, which had become dry and raw from extreme terror.

Violent, uncontrollable coughing mixed with greedy gasps burst from her pale, bloodless Lips. Her petite, inhuman body, which had remained tense and rigid, suddenly went limp like a puppet whose strings had been cut. If not for the cold Soul Power-restricting handcuffs forged from Deep Sea Sinking Silver still firmly shackled around her wrists and suspending her halfway in the air, she would have long since collapsed onto the ground like a puddle of the most worthless mud.

Slowly, using the last shred of strength in her body, she raised her delicate, doll-like pale Small Face, covered in Cold Sweat and tear stains.

She saw him.

The Youth had put that unremarkable blue Ring, filled with an ancient aura, back on. That... that Terrifying Aura which still made her soul tremble whenever she recalled it, as though the entire universe would collapse before him, had vanished without a trace.

He now looked like that ordinary Shrek Academy New Student again, with only level twenty-four Soul Power.

He had even casually sat down on a cold Moss-Covered stone beside him, watching her at ease with those Eyes that were usually tranquil and undisturbed, though now they held a trace of Mocking amusement.

That gaze resembled that of a mad Scholar who had just completed an interesting, pioneering scientific experiment and was admiring his proudest and most successful... Test Subject.

"So, can we have a proper chat now?"

Those teasing, mocking words entered her ears again.

There was no threat, no coercion, not even the slightest Soul Power Fluctuation.

Yet to Tang Wan'er, they were even more impossible to resist than Moon's death threat filled with killing intent—an absolute fear from the very depths of her soul.

Her full Lips, always painted sweet as honey, trembled slightly as they parted.

She seemed to want to say something.

But her chaotic sea of consciousness, already completely destroyed by extreme terror, could no longer form even the simplest meaningful syllable.

"Thud..."

A dull sound rang out clearly as her Knees struck the cold dead leaves on the ground, carrying the damp scent of earth.

She knelt.

Not in forced submission filled with resentment and hatred.

But in a... complete, utter, instinctive surrender from the soul itself, as though she had thrown herself fully at his feet.

Her large, round Eyes, which had always glimmered with an eerie light, had long lost all brilliance and focus. Within them was only an empty, ashen Deathly Stillness, reflecting the figure of the Youth seated on the stone, a faint mocking smile on his Face.

Her forehead struck heavily against the cold ground, carrying a trace of bone-deep chill.

Her Fair Small Hands, restrained by cold shackles, hung weakly at her sides.

"Whimper... uh..."

A faint, suppressed, broken sob, filled with endless terror and confusion, like that of an injured young beast, finally slipped uncontrollably from her slightly parted pale Lips.

This was her complete and only... answer to that question.

"Heh? You're broken already?" Long Yao sneered. He took a sedative from the Ring and directly made her drink it. "Now, can you properly tell me everything about your people?"

That contemptuous, disdainful sneer was like a cold barbed whip, lashing viciously across Tang Wan'er's Fragile Soul, which was already on the verge of collapse.

Her petite body, kneeling on the ground, shook violently again as if she were being sifted through a sieve. On her pale Small Face, buried deep in dead leaves and soil, the last trace of consciousness belonging to "Tang Wan'er" seemed to have been completely shattered by that laugh.

The next second, a cold large hand filled with irresistible force brutally gripped her small chin and forcibly lifted her tear-streaked, mud-covered Face from the ground.

Tang Wan'er's hollow Eyes, which had long lost all light, were forced to meet those... those calm eyes that filled her with endless terror, carrying a teasing smile.

Before she could react, a cold Soul Engineer injector, gleaming with Metallic Luster and filled with Tech Feel, pressed against the soft, trembling side of her neck. Then, a cold liquid carrying a nearly imperceptible bitter taste was mercilessly injected into her body.

"Whimper—!"

A suppressed cry filled with pain and terror was Squeezed Out of her dry throat. Her petite body, already devoid of all strength, instinctively tried to struggle, but beneath the restraint of that large hand like Iron Tongs, every movement she made was futile and pathetic.

The drug's effects were almost immediate.

That endless flood of terror from the deepest part of her soul, enough to completely overwhelm her consciousness, seemed to be forcibly cut off by an invisible, icy gate.

Her violently trembling petite body, like a candle flame in the wind, stopped convulsing.

Her ragged breathing, like a broken bellows, gradually became steady and drawn out.

The terrifying storm of chaos and destruction sweeping through her entire sea of consciousness had not disappeared. It had merely been forcibly wrapped and suppressed beneath a thick fog formed from chemical drugs.

The terror still remained.

But it was no longer the absolute terror that could leave her completely incapacitated and unable to think.

After a long while, a faint, vacant focus finally gathered again in her hollow, unfocused Eyes, like Black Gems covered in dust.

She looked at him.

That Youth who still sat on the stone, calmly watching her with playful, probing eyes.

"Now, can you properly tell me everything about your people?"

Those calm, emotionless words, like a Final Judgment, rang out once more.

This time, Tang Wan'er understood.

Her delicate Small Face, pale and bloodless as though it had lost all ability to express emotion, moved slightly as her full Lips twitched.

The sweetness and innocence from before were gone.

The mockery and contempt from later were gone.

There was not even the faintest trace of her own emotions remaining.

It was a... pure, flat, hollow, mechanical voice, like that of a puppet stripped of its soul.

"...It is... the Holy Spirit Cult."

Her voice was dry and hoarse, like two fragile dead leaves that had been dried by the wind for a long time rubbing together.

"My Master... is the Holy Spirit Cult's... current Saintess."

"Your Sect Master is Ye Xishui, right? But who is this Saintess?" Long Yao pondered. These were originally characters from Peerless Tang Sect. A level-ten Soul Engineer. The original Saintesses should have been the Blue Silver Saintess Tang Ya and the Fire Phoenix Saintess Ma Xiaotao. But now... my appearance seems to have already deviated from the original Timeline.

When that name, carrying the weight of history, was casually spoken from Long Yao's mouth, the hollow, ashen Eyes of Tang Wan'er, who was kneeling on the ground, trembled faintly for the first time.

It was neither fear nor surprise.

It was... more like the faint, mechanical stress response of a deeply embedded program upon hearing a certain keyword.

The sedative forcibly injected into her body was still exerting its cold, powerful effect. Like a thick layer of ice that isolated all emotion, it had forcibly frozen her sea of consciousness, already completely overwhelmed by chaotic Dragon Might.

She could think.

And she could answer questions.

But she could no longer feel anything.

"Ye Xishui..."

Tang Wan'er's dry, pale Lips moved slightly as she struggled to utter each sound. Her voice was flat and hollow, without the slightest emotional color, as though she were reciting a dull passage entirely unrelated to herself.

"...is the Holy Spirit Cult's... current Sect Master."

"She is... the beginning of everything."

She paused. Her hollow Eyes remained without any ripples as she mechanically processed the Youth's second question.

"The current... Saintess..."

When she mentioned that title, a barely perceptible trace of instinctive, mechanical reverence, seemingly branded into the deepest part of her Soul Depth, appeared in her hollow voice for the first time.

"...is my... Master."

Her head lowered slightly further. Her posture resembled the most standard and deeply ingrained etiquette displayed by the most loyal and lowly servant when mentioning their Master.

"Her Highness the Saintess's name... is..."

Her voice became even drier. It was not hesitation, much less resistance. It was... the immense resistance and pain from the Soul Level that arose when she tried to speak a name bearing the deepest restriction.

Her petite body, which had only just stabilized, began trembling uncontrollably again. Fine, cold beads of sweat seeped across her pale, bloodless Small Face once more.

The next second, when her hollow Eyes inadvertently met those... those calm eyes carrying a hint of teasing and amused laughter again, the absolute terror toward a "higher existence" from the deepest part of her soul surged like the most violent flood, enough to drown all things, instantly crushing the fragile, laughable soul restriction imposed by the Holy Spirit Cult!

"...It is... Tang... Huo'er..."

That name seemed to use up the last of her strength as it was uncontrollably Squeezed Out from her slightly parted pale Lips.

Every word carried a faint, suppressed Electric Current Sound filled with pain.

After saying the name, her hollow Eyes completely lost all focus.

Her petite body also went limp like a pathetic puppet whose strings had snapped completely, collapsing once more amid cold dead leaves and dust carrying the damp scent of soil. Only the faintest, almost imperceptible, rapid breaths remained.

It was as though merely speaking that name had exhausted all her life force.

"Tang Huo'er?" I've never heard that name in Peerless Tang Sect. Long Yao pondered.

"I want all the information!"

That cold command was like an invisible blade of judgment formed from pure will, slashing viciously into Tang Wan'er's ashen sea of consciousness, already completely filled with chaos and terror.

"Uh... ah..."

A faint broken moan filled with extreme pain, as though her soul were being torn apart inch by inch, slipped uncontrollably from her slightly parted pale Lips. Her petite body, kneeling on the ground, suddenly convulsed again with a violence and horror greater than at any prior moment!

The cold sedative that had been forcibly injected into her body could temporarily suppress the consciousness that was about to collapse completely from terror, but it could not isolate the most violent and brutal conflict between her absolute loyalty to her "Master" from the depths of her soul and the irresistible absolute command from a higher existence!

Two completely different yet equally supreme wills were using her fragile soul, already Overwhelmed beyond endurance, as a battlefield for a silent yet incomparably bloody and cruel slaughter!

An expression of agonizing, eerie distortion appeared across her pale Small Face, covered in Cold Sweat and tear stains. Her hollow, ashen Eyes rolled upward uncontrollably, exposing large stretches of bloodshot whites. Strands of clear saliva dripped uncontrollably from the corners of her mouth, soaking the patch of ground before her.

Yet the Youth seated on the stone, with that faint teasing and amused smile still on his Face, merely watched her quietly.

He did not inject her with a second sedative.

Nor did he say a single word to urge her on.

He simply used those eyes, calm enough to raise no Ripples, to watch with interest this fascinating "Test Subject" before him make her futile, pathetic final struggle beneath his absolute power.

No one knew how much time passed—so long that even the cool, bright moon at the horizon seemed unable to bear witnessing such cruelty any longer, quietly hiding behind a thick, black Cloud Layer.

Only then did that petite body, which had been violently convulsing and twitching, finally slowly cease its last struggle.

"Gasp... gasp..."

Weak, hoarse breaths, like a broken bellows, came intermittently from her slightly parted Lips, which could no longer close.

The brutal war of wills that had taken place in her Soul Depth had finally determined its victor.

Or rather, it had never been a war at all.

It had been... a one-sided, utterly unquestionable... crushing from beginning to end.

Her upturned, bloodshot Eyes slowly lowered again.

All light, all struggle, all pain, all will... had vanished from them.

In their place was an emptiness more profound, more pure, and more chilling than ever before—absolute emptiness, like a black hole.

Slowly, she used her trembling Small Hands, which had been rubbed raw by the cold shackles and bore deep bloody marks, to brace herself against the cold, damp ground. With an incomparably slow, rigid, difficult motion, she straightened her petite body, which had already gone completely numb, and knelt upright again.

She looked at him.

That Youth who still sat on the stone, watching her at ease like a god or demon.

This time, there was no longer the slightest emotion belonging to Tang Wan'er as an independent person in her gaze.

There was no fear, no pain, and certainly no struggle.

There was only... absolute, mechanical obedience, like that of the most precise and loyal battle puppet, completely formatted and implanted with a Highest Authority command.

"...Yes."

A dry, hoarse single syllable, devoid of even a trace of emotion, as though it had drifted from the deepest part of hell, slowly emerged from her pale, bloodless Lips.

"My Master, Her Highness Tang Huo'er, the current Saintess of the Holy Spirit Cult... she is not human."

Tang Wan'er's voice was flat and hollow, like a rusted old phonograph playing a recording from the distant past, filled with Ominous and Strange undertones.

"She... was 'born.'"

"She is the most perfect and only... 'vessel' created together by Sect Master Ye Xishui, who exhausted her lifelong Heart's Blood, fusing the origin of the purest Extreme Fire from the Ancient Era with the remains of another... incomparably noble, fallen 'God,' also from the Ancient Era."

"A vessel?"

"Yes... a vessel."

"A vessel capable of bearing... no, capable of 'devouring' all Negative Emotion in the entire world and converting them into the purest, strongest, entirely new... power capable of overturning the existing order of the God Realm."

"Her Highness the Saintess's Martial Soul is unique."

"It has no name. Or rather, it does not need a name."

"Because its essence is 'devouring.'"

"It can devour flames, devour lightning, devour light, devour darkness... It can devour every kind of energy, tangible or intangible, that exists in this world. And its favorite 'food' is human souls filled with despair, resentment, fear, and unwillingness."

"Every soul she devours becomes a part of her power."

"That is why she needs us."

"She needs us people like me... 'collectors.'"

Tang Wan'er slowly lowered her head and used her hollow, ashen Eyes to look at her dirty, trembling Small Hands, covered in mud and blood.

"I... am not called Tang Wan'er."

"I have no name."

"Before Her Highness the Saintess chose me, I was merely an orphan on the border of the Star Luo Empire, on the verge of starving to death, who had awakened a mutated Food System Martial Soul called 'Steamed Bun.'"

"My Martial Soul was weak. Aside from producing some Steamed Buns that could barely fill my stomach and tasted awful, it had no use at all. But it had one very special ability... 'hunger.'"

"My stomach was always hungry. No matter how much I ate, I could never fill that endless hunger, as though it came from the deepest part of my soul."

"Until I met her."

"Until I met my Master, Her Highness Tang Huo'er."

When she mentioned that name again, a faint yet incomparably burning gleam, filled with sickness and fanaticism, emerged in Tang Wan'er's hollow, ashen Eyes for the first time.

"She saved me."

"She gave me a new life."

"She told me that my Martial Soul was not a useless Martial Soul. On the contrary, it was the greatest, the unique seed of Taotie, possessing limitless potential for evolution!"

"She injected that... that purest Taotie Demonic Energy from the Ancient Era's Evil God into my Martial Soul. For the first time, my 'Steamed Bun' tasted the flavor of... 'souls,' something ten thousand times more delicious than food."

"From that day onward, I became her 'toy,' her most loyal and obedient... 'pet dog.'"

"She gave me the name Tang Wan'er and taught me how to smile, how to act cute, how to use the sweetest and most innocent expressions to lure those foolish, self-righteous 'prey' willingly into the traps I had carefully prepared for them."

"And then, little by little, 'eat' their delicious souls, filled with fear and despair, as the most precious 'tribute' to offer Master."

"And that so-called 'Evil Soul Master Experimental Base'..." A sickly, bizarre, fanatical smile once again appeared on that pale, bloodless Small Face. "...was merely a tiny 'kitchen' Master casually set up so that her 'toys' could become stronger and more interesting."

"Master said that individual, weak souls tasted terrible and had too little nutritional value."

"Only by 'cooking' tens of thousands of fresh souls with different flavors through the most special methods—shattering them, merging them, refining them, then making them devour and evolve through one another... could the final product... the strongest and most delicious 'collective'... qualify as the true 'nourishment' for her Martial Soul Evolution."

"What a pity..." For the first time, an expression of sickly regret and disappointment appeared on her fanatically smiling face. "...the quality of those 'Raw Materials' was simply too poor."

"After fusing over a thousand souls, it only produced a disobedient 'failed product' that could barely be considered a 'semi-finished product,' one that only knew how to bite wildly like a mad dog."

"The three old fellows Shrek sent were all dealt with by it."

"Because Master said that this was the finest Hunting Ground on the entire continent, with the freshest and highest-quality Ingredients."

"That was why Master sent me to Shrek."

"The geniuses here—their souls must be a hundred, a thousand times more delicious than those foolish lowborn peasants from the countryside!"

"Especially..."

Her pair of bewitching Eyes, filled with sickness and fanaticism, slowly lifted and locked firmly onto the Youth still seated on the stone, a teasing smile lingering on his face.

That gaze no longer held fear, much less submission.

It held only... the purest, most frenzied, and most... utterly unrestrained greed born from seeing the perfect, supreme "work of art" she had pursued all her life!

"...Someone like you... more delicious than a God... the ultimate, perfect, supreme..."

"...'Ingredient'!!!"

"Pfft."

Long Yao's short, mocking snort was like an insignificant spark, casually tossed into a sealed iron barrel already packed full of high-purity explosives.

Then, immediately afterward, that... that wild, terrifying laughter, filled with ultimate contempt and mockery, so unrestrained that it could overturn the entire silent, chilly grove, exploded without warning like the most violent force capable of tearing apart everything!

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

How unbridled that laughter was!

How arrogant!

And how filled it was with absolute, undisguised disdain that regarded all things in the world as dust!

Tang Wan'er, kneeling on the ground, had only just barely regained a trace of calm under the forceful suppression of chemical agents when her petite body jolted as if struck by electricity!

The faint focus that had just gathered again in her hollow eyes completely scattered once more in that instant beneath the sudden laughter, brimming with terrifying Spirit Shock!

That was not a sound.

It was... an even more direct, purer, and more... incomprehensible high-dimensional, information-level dimensionality reduction strike than the Chaos Holy Dragon's might that had previously been capable of distorting time and space!

If that earlier glimpse of the "Chaos Holy Dragon" had smashed a bottomless, crack-filled abyss into her self-righteous and sturdy "Worldview"...

Then this... this wild laughter, filled with absolute and utterly unreasonable contempt, had ground her already shattered, pitiful world—along with that abyss—into the finest Cosmic Dust, leaving not even a trace that it had ever existed!

Her final and greatest source of pride, that sickly, fanatical "faith" bestowed by the Holy Spirit Cult—the poisonous, bewitching flower named "greed" and "appetite," which had only just trembled as it pushed out a tender sprout amid the gray, Deathly Stillness ruins of her soul...

In the face of this... this terrifying laughter that seemed capable of making even the sun and moon pale in shame, it did not even possess the qualification to be "trampled."

Like a faulty line of code completely denied by the purest absolute "paradox" at the Law Level, it simply withered, disintegrated, and evaporated in silence, finally... becoming the purest, absolute "nothingness," incapable of ever gathering again in any time, any space, or any dimension.

Ingredients?

What a laughably foolish term, full of the self-hypnotic delusions of lower life-forms.

Before a... an ancient existence truly born from the "beginning of origin," capable of swallowing even the very concept of "devouring" in a single bite, to speak of "eating" and "being eaten"?

This was no longer a frog at the bottom of a well attempting to fathom the vastness of the sky.

This was a pitiful quantum bubble, unable even to precisely define its own "existence" or "nonexistence," trying to use its fleeting "thought," which could not endure even one hundred-millionth of a second, to comprehend... what "eternity" was.

"Whew..."

No one knew how long it took before that terrifying laughter, enough to make ghosts and gods recoil, finally gradually subsided.

The Youth's face, always calm and unruffled, returned to its indifferent stillness, as if nothing in the world concerned him.

He looked at her.

At that petite figure kneeling on the ground, whose body had stopped trembling, motionless like a cold, hollow battle puppet that had been completely stripped of all its programming.

His gaze was like that of someone looking at... an interesting, pitiful specimen that had completely lost all ability to resist.

"Do you think a lion can be bitten to death by an Ant?"

His calm, emotionless voice slowly sounded.

"Yes, Ants want to eat lions too. Well, there are many Ants, after all."

He casually waved his hand, as though shooing away a... no, not even something that could count as one—merely a particle of irritating dust not worth even the slightest fraction of his attention.

"But you things who cannot even be considered insects..." He paused, his Profound Eyes lifting slightly as though he were very seriously considering the most suitable, merciful term within the vast palace of memories that could contain the entire Cosmic Birth and Death.

"...things that cannot even be considered single-celled organisms?"

"You actually wish to shake a Chaos Holy Dragon that can permanently erase you from the River of Time, leaving not even memories behind..."

Those words were like a cold, emotionless final verdict from a higher dimension.

They were not a threat.

They merely stated an absolute... fact, even more natural than "the sun rises in the east."

Upon hearing those words, a faint yet incomparably clear ripple surfaced for the first and final time within Tang Wan'er's hollow eyes, which had long lost all light—within that gray world which had already been crushed into absolute "nothingness."

It was... the most primal and profound, absolute instinctive fear that the very concept of "life" held toward "nonexistence"!

That was not death.

To her, even to the entire Holy Spirit Cult, death was merely a glorious ritual that could be calmly accepted, leading to another "New Student."

But to be "erased"?

To be permanently erased from the River of Time?

For even "memory" to no longer exist?

That meant that she, and her "Master," her supreme "Saintess," who had given her everything, as well as the great Holy Spirit Cult they jointly served, which was about to overturn the order of the entire God Realm...

Everything they had done, all their efforts, all their "cooking," all their "collecting," all their "evolution"...

Would become... meaningless.

Not the meaning of "failure."

But the absolute, pure meaning of... "having never existed," the kind of "nothingness" that brought endless despair and emptiness from the deepest root of one's soul!

In that instant, the absolute terror from the Chaos Holy Dragon's might, forcibly suppressed by chemical agents, overlapped and fused with this... this even more terrifying, more profound, and more... indescribable terror of "having one's existence completely denied." It ultimately became a... a Soul Spirit storm, the most violent and most lethal one imaginable, enough to tear her already fragmented, pitiful soul into hundreds of millions of pieces!

"Ugh... AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH—!!!"

A shrill, inhuman, silent scream, filled with ultimate pain and despair as though it would tear her lungs apart, exploded from the deepest depths of her uncontrollable, twisted soul!

Tang Wan'er's hollow, gray eyes suddenly rolled upward. In that instant, every bit of white in them was completely stained an eerie, horrifying crimson by countless fine capillaries that violently burst open!

Two streams of scalding, bright-red bloody tears slid uncontrollably from the corners of her pale, bloodless eyes!

Every muscle in her delicate, doll-like Small Face, covered in Cold Sweat and mud, completely lost control in that instant! Her mouth twisted wildly and uncontrollably toward both sides, forming an eerie smile more horrifying and bizarre than that of the most dreadful evil ghost, filled with extreme agony!

Her petite body, kneeling on the ground and long numb beyond endurance, suddenly convulsed, spasmed, sprang upward, and crashed back down like a pitiful corpse injected with billions of volts of terrifying high-voltage Electric Current!

Her fair, slender wrist, tightly restrained by the cold Soul Power suppression cuffs, repeatedly slammed against the hard, icy ground in wild, violent impacts. Before long, it became Bloody and Mutilated, even exposing the ghastly white bones of her wrist!

Time: Douluo Calendar Year 2030 Season: Autumn Third Day of Enrollment 8:21 PM

Location: Shrek Academy, Central Plaza

Audience: 680,000

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

Items: Shrek Academy Uniform x1, Dormitory Key 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 shows Level 24]

Soul 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 Hundred-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 Storage: [Million-Year Spirit Beast Inverse Scale] x1, [Starlight Sapphire Brooch] x1, [Tsundere Princess Strategy Manual Platinum Edition] x1, [God-Bestowed Soul Ring (Hundred-Thousand-Year)] x1, [Spring of Life (Concentrated Liquid)] x1, [Calming Incense (Snow Mountain Early Thaw)] x1, [Dragon Blood Body Tempering Pill] x10, [Space Storage Bracelet] x1, [God King Level Space Law Comprehension Crystal] x1, [Super Divine Artifact: Time and Space Wheel Fragment] x1, [God King Godhead (Incomplete)] x1, [Playful Rabbit Ear Headband] x2