The Three-Year Period Has Arrived, Welcoming the Dragon King... Oh No, the God King's Seclusion Ends

Martial Soul Hall, Death Canyon.

This was a forbidden zone for soul masters, perpetually shrouded in gray poisonous miasma. If an ordinary Soul King were to enter, they would turn into a pool of pus within half a day.

But at this moment, a piercing wail echoed from the depths of the canyon.

"No more! I'll never come back, even if you beat me to death!"

"Boom!"

A figure clad in fiery red was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the canyon wall and creating a large pit.

Yan (he) crawled out of the pile of rubble, covered in dust and grime, his Granite Muscle twitching. He looked at the two figures in the distance, who hadn't even fully released their martial souls, and was filled with grief and indignation.

"Nana (she), Xie Yue (he), I quit!" Yan (he) pointed forward, his fingers trembling. "This isn't sparring! This is outright slaughter! Three years ago, I could still take three moves from the Holy Son (he). Now... now I feel my knees go weak just looking at him!"

Xie Yue (he) leaned against a tree trunk, holding his Moon Blade, and gave a wry smile. "Be content. At least His Highness the Holy Son (he) didn't use that 'Auspicious Beast Hegemony'. Otherwise, you'd be in the orthopedic ward right now."

Hu Liena's (she) beautiful eyes flickered as she gazed into the depths of the canyon, her tone complex. "Is this... a true monster?"

Time passed like a fleeting white steed.

These three years might have been just three years of constant friction between the two great empires to the outside world.

But for the inner circle of Martial Soul Hall, these were three years of worldviews constantly collapsing and reforming.

At the age of ten.

Qian Mo (he) and Zhu Zhuqing (she) both broke through level 50.

To obtain soul rings, Qian Renxue (she) forcibly joined the team, and the trio teamed up to sweep through the mixed zone of the Star Dou Great Forest.

That week, a terrifying legend circulated among the mercenary groups on the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest: three malevolent stars entered the forest to gather supplies, causing Ten Thousand Year Soul Beasts to pack up and move overnight. Some soul beasts even voluntarily went to the mercenary camps to "surrender," begging not to be captured by those three malevolent stars and stewed into soup.

At the age of eleven.

Zhu Zhuqing's (she) development entered a stage of "miracle" that defied all reason.

Bibi Dong (she) had to have a tailor take her measurements for new clothes every month. Each time, the old tailor, with forty years of experience, would look at the measuring tape with a sense of existential doubt, lamenting the unfairness of creation.

As for Qian Mo (he), his height shot up like bamboo, reaching nearly 1.8 meters. The childishness of his youth faded, and his face became handsome to the point of being almost ethereally alluring. It was said that he merely went to Martial Soul City to buy a candied hawthorn, causing a traffic jam spanning three streets, and even married women fainted on the spot.

Twelve years old.

Which was today.

On the square in front of the Papal Palace, the atmosphere was so heavy it felt as if the air had solidified.

Bibi Dong (she) held her Scepter, presiding from the highest seat. Qian Renxue (she) stood on the left, clad in Golden Armor. Ju Douluo (he) and Gui Douluo (he) stood on either side.

All eyes were fixed on the Bronze Giant Gate, which had been shut for a full year.

"The three-year period has arrived," Bibi Dong said, her red lips parting slightly, her voice majestic.

"Rumble—"

A heavy mechanical sound echoed as the sealed gate slowly slid open to both sides.

At this moment, the world lost its color.

There was no explosion of soul power as imagined, nor any earth-shattering roars.

There was only light.

On the left was a Sacred Golden Light, brilliant to the extreme, the auspiciousness of the Auspicious Angel, warm and vast, as if it could purify all filth in the world.

On the right was a profound and ultimate stillness of darkness, the deathly silence of the Hell Spirit Cat, cold and pure, like the Other Shore leading to the Yellow Springs.

One gold, one black.

Two opposing forces intertwined and coiled in the air, faintly forming a massive Tai Chi Diagram phenomenon suspended above the Papal Palace.

"This... this is..." Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan's eyes widened, his Orchid Finger frozen mid-air. "The perfect fusion of light and darkness? How is this possible?!"

Beneath the phenomenon.

Two figures walked out side by side.

The Youth on the left wore a White Golden Robe, his black hair like ink, his eyes like stars. He walked slowly, and with each step he took, a phantom Golden Lotus bloomed on the floor tiles beneath his feet.

The maiden on the right was clad in a flowing, iridescent Moon White Brocade Skirt.

This was not the same one from three years ago, but an upgraded version into which Bibi Dong had poured countless efforts.

Her skirt flowed like moonlight with her steps. Her expression was cold and clear, like the Guanghan Fairy residing high in the clouds, the surrounding temperature dropping to freezing point with her appearance.

Only when her gaze swept over the Youth beside her did the deep ice in her eyes instantly melt, transforming into a pool of gentle Spring Water.

"Crack."

Qian Mo stretched, his bones emitting a series of thunderous cracks.

"Ah... finally out."

He yawned, glancing at the blinding [Level 60] on the System Panel, his tone lazy and irritating.

"This damn leveling speed, I can't even suppress it. I originally wanted to stay at level 59 for a few more days, but I broke through after just one sleep. So annoying."

On the plaza, the Golden Generation trio were diligently striving to break through to level 45: "..."

Listen, is that human talk?

We're risking our lives to cultivate, and you're annoyed even when sleeping your way to an upgrade?

Bibi Dong looked at the two "masterpieces" before her, a hint of pride flashing in her eyes.

This was the future of Martial Soul Hall.

This was the trump card that could bring down those old geezers in the God Realm.

"Since you're out of seclusion, don't just laze around."

Bibi Dong descended the steps, her gaze passing over Qian Mo and fixing on the distant south.

"The fledglings have grown. It's time for them to stir up trouble in the outside world."

Qian Mo's eyebrows rose. "Go where? Destroy Heaven Dou or Star Luo?"

"..." Bibi Dong's mouth twitched. "We'll talk about that kind of rough work later. This time, I have a small mission for you."

She casually tossed out a scroll.

"Suotuo City."

Bibi Dong sneered, a hint of disdain and cold light flashing in her eyes.

"I heard that so-called 'Master' Yu Xiaogang set up some Shrek Academy there, and is even shamelessly swindling people under the banner of 'only accepting monsters'."

"Doesn't he want to prove his theories are invincible? Doesn't he want to cultivate monsters?"

"Go."

Bibi Dong's voice suddenly turned cold.

"Go and tell the world what a true monster is."

"Go and slap that trash's face until it's swollen."

Qian Mo caught the scroll, a playful curve appearing on his lips.

It's finally here.

Shrek.

That place filled with "brotherly affection" (double standards) and "those who dare not cause trouble are mediocre" (bullying the weak and fearing the strong).

"As you command, Your Holiness the Pope." Qian Mo bowed slightly, golden light flashing in his eyes. "I guarantee the mission will be completed."

However, just then.

Qian Renxue, who had been standing by without speaking, suddenly moved.

She grabbed Qian Mo's hand with a force strong enough to crush his bones.

"Sister?" Qian Mo was startled and turned to look.

He saw that the Crown Prince, usually decisive and ruthless, now had red-rimmed eyes, tears welling up, looking as if she would cry at any moment.

"Xiao Mo... Sister can't go with you."

Qian Renxue sniffled, her voice thick with a nasal tone.

"An urgent report came from Heaven Dou. That old geezer Xue Ye is on his last legs. The internal affairs of the Royalty are in chaos, and that good-for-nothing Xue Beng is stirring up trouble. I must return immediately to take charge."

The originally planned trip for three had to become a trip for two due to the sudden change in the political situation.

Although Qian Mo felt some regret, he also knew it was inevitable.

The plan to usurp the throne had reached a critical juncture, and Qian Renxue truly couldn't leave.

"Don't worry, Sister. I'm not a child anymore," Qian Mo said with a smile, wiping away the tears from her eyes.

"You are a child!"

Qian Renxue interrupted him rudely, then, as if performing a magic trick, pulled out a large pile of items from her Storage Soul Tool and stuffed them into Qian Mo's arms.

"This is a defensive soul tool, this is an antidote pill, this is a Ten Thousand Year Snow Ginseng, this is a protective amulet I made myself..."

She kept stuffing things into his arms while muttering.

Until Qian Mo was stuffed into a walking general store.

Finally, Qian Renxue took a deep breath and abruptly turned her head, her gaze stabbing at Zhu Zhuqing beside her like a knife.

Zhu Zhuqing instinctively straightened her back, her cat ears twitching slightly.

"Zhu Zhuqing!" Qian Renxue gritted her teeth.

"Here."

"While I'm away, you watch him for me!"

Qian Renxue walked up to Zhu Zhuqing. The two were of similar height, and their auras clashed, sparks flying.

"There are plenty of Vixens outside, especially that Shrek place, I heard it's a mess! If I find out any other woman gets within three meters of Xiao Mo..."

Qian Renxue made a throat-slitting gesture, her eyes fierce.

"You are the only one I'm asking!"

Zhu Zhuqing nodded expressionlessly, "Don't worry, I'll handle it cleanly."

"And!"

Qian Renxue suddenly leaned close to Zhu Zhuqing's ear, lowering her voice, her tone filled with strong jealousy and a warning:

"You... you're not allowed to 'steal a bite' either!"

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking! He's still young, if I find out you're making a move on him when I'm not looking..."

Zhu Zhuqing's usually cool face turned completely red.

She turned her face away, not daring to meet Qian Renxue's eyes, but inwardly she was complaining:

Steal a bite?

These past three years in the Great Canyon, it's always been him bullying me...

Who exactly is eating whom?

Half an hour later.

A low-key, luxurious horse carriage drove out of Martial Soul City.

No Titled Douluo followed.

With Qian Mo and Zhu Zhuqing's current strength, as long as they didn't court death by provoking those few Limit Douluo, the continent was vast enough for them to go anywhere.

Inside the carriage, the space was spacious.

Qian Mo leaned on the soft couch, idly playing with a golden chess piece in his hand.

Zhu Zhuqing knelt beside him, intently peeling a deep purple grape.

"Open your mouth." She brought the grape to Qian Mo's lips.

Qian Mo swallowed it in one bite.

"Omniscience Omnipotence, activate."

Qian Mo closed his eyes, the Auspicious Beast Skull on his brow heating up slightly.

It was time to see how our "old friend" was doing.

His vision pierced through mountains and rivers, instantly locking onto a main road outside Suotuo City.

In the image.

A youth with a desolate back carried a travel bag, walking with heavy steps.

This was twelve-year-old Tang San.

At this moment, although he had also reached the realm of a Level 29 Soul Grand Master, compared to the spirited demeanor in the Original Work, the current Tang San seemed somewhat lacking in confidence.

No Eight Spider Lances.

No Immortal Herb body tempering.

Even the Godly Zhuge Crossbow, due to material shortages (the money for the Iron Mother had been stolen), had its power greatly diminished.

Beside him, a Pink Clothed Girl followed, hopping around catching butterflies.

"Xiao San, is that Suotuo City ahead?" Xiao Wu asked.

"En." Tang San nodded, touching the shriveled Soul Tool at his waist (Twenty-Four Bridges Moonlight Night), a shadow flashing in his eyes. "I hope I can earn some money at the Spirit Arena there... otherwise, I won't even be able to pay the tuition."

Seeing this scene, Qian Mo couldn't help but laugh out loud.

This was the so-called "Child of Destiny"?

Without his cheats, he was just an Ordinary Soul Master worried about making a living.

"What are you laughing at?" Zhu Zhuqing curiously leaned closer.

"Nothing."

Qian Mo opened his eyes, cutting off the scene.

He lifted the carriage curtain and looked at the majestic city wall gradually becoming clear on the distant horizon.

The setting sun was like blood, dyeing the silhouette of Suotuo City a deep red.

In that city were Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, Oscar, and the soon-to-arrive Tang San.

That was where the dream in the Original Work began.

But now.

"Suotuo City has arrived."

A smile that could change the world curved on Qian Mo's lips, Golden Light flowing in his eyes, like a god looking down on ants.

"Shrek, Dai Mubai, Tang San..."

"Are you ready?"

"Your nightmare has arrived."