Mu En Teaches Reign Over the World, Progress of the Self-Martial Soul Fusion Skill

The night passed in silence.

The morning sun spilled through the window lattice into the small courtyard. Mu Tianyi slowly finished his cultivation and exhaled a breath of stale air.

The phantom images of the Twin Dragons behind him dissipated along with it.

He opened his eyes and shook his head with a hint of helplessness.

Still no progress.

Although the phantoms of the two sacred dragons could overlap briefly, they were always missing that indescribable something required for a true fusion.

However, Mu Tianyi was not in a hurry.

A Martial Soul Fusion Skill was something that belonged to the pinnacle of the soul master world.

Even for ordinary two-person Martial Soul Fusion Skills, many soul masters spent their entire lives without ever finding the threshold.

Let alone his own self-fusion.

It could not be rushed.

Mu Tianyi rolled out of bed, went to the courtyard to fetch a basin of cold water to wash his face, changed into clean clothes, and pushed the door open to head out.

The Inner Court cafeteria was not far from his small courtyard; it could be reached by passing through two corridors.

The cafeteria was not large, but the dishes were exquisite, specifically catering to the diet of Inner Court students and the academy's top brass.

When Mu Tianyi entered, there were already a few Inner Court students scattered about eating breakfast.

He glanced around, saw no one he knew, and went to get his own breakfast before finding a seat by the window.

A bowl of white porridge, a small dish of pickles, two steamed buns, and a fried egg.

Simple, but comfortable to eat.

After finishing his breakfast, Mu Tianyi wiped his mouth, stood up, and walked toward the Sea God Pavilion.

The Sea God Pavilion was located in the heart of Sea God Island, a simple and elegant building.

This was the core of Shrek Academy, and also the place where Mu En lived and handled academy affairs daily.

Mu Tianyi climbed to the second floor with practiced ease, stopped in front of Mu En's study door, and raised his hand to knock.

"Come in."

Mu En's aged yet resonant voice came from within.

Mu Tianyi pushed the door open and entered.

Inside the study, Mu En was sitting on a grand armchair by the window, holding a cup of hot tea.

His long, silver-white hair draped over his shoulders, and the morning light streaming in from outside gilded him with a faint golden hue.

The old man looked up, saw Mu Tianyi, and grinned.

"You're here?"

"I'm here." Mu Tianyi did not stand on ceremony and sat down in the chair beside him. "Great-grandfather, what are we learning today?"

This was a rule set by Mu En.

Every morning, the grandfather and grandson met at the Sea God Pavilion, where Mu En personally guided Mu Tianyi in the application of the Bright Sacred Dragon.

Mu En was one of the most powerful Limit Douluo with the light attribute in the world; with a mentor of this caliber teaching him one-on-one, Mu Tianyi was naturally tireless.

Mu En set down his teacup, his gaze landing on Mu Tianyi's face. He looked him up and down before asking:

"That matter—has there been any progress?"

Mu Tianyi naturally knew what he was asking about.

When he first confessed his idea of a self-Martial Soul Fusion Skill to Mu En, the old man had highly approved of the move and had given him quite a bit of guidance.

Mu Tianyi shook his head, his tone calm:

"Still nothing. The two dragons can overlap briefly, but that final step of true fusion is one I simply cannot take."

Mu En stroked his beard and nodded, showing no sign of disappointment.

"What's the rush?" The old man snorted and took a sip of tea. "You are only eight years old. A Martial Soul Fusion Skill is something many people can't even touch in a lifetime. The fact that you have even a glimmer of it is already a tremendous stroke of fortune."

"Great-grandfather is right." Mu Tianyi smiled.

Mu En set down his teacup, stood up, and walked with his cane to the open space in the center of the study.

"Alright, put that matter aside for now. Today, Great-grandfather will teach you something else."

Mu Tianyi perked up and straightened his posture.

Mu En turned to face Mu Tianyi, his deep eyes filled with a new sense of gravity.

"Tianyi, what I am about to impart to you today is the culmination of everything I have learned in my life."

The old man's voice was steady and unhurried, yet every word carried weight.

"Self-Created Soul Skill—Reign Over the World."

Mu Tianyi's eyes lit up.

Reign Over the World.

He had seen this name in the original work.

It was Mu En's signature technique, a fusion of both mental and physical attacks that suppressed opponents completely on the levels of mentality and willpower.

In the original work, the Dragon God Douluo had used this move to strike terror into the hearts of countless powerful enemies.

"Watch closely."

Mu En did not offer much explanation.

He simply stood there, not even releasing his Martial Soul.

Then...

Mu Tianyi's pupils contracted sharply.

The Mu En before him was still the same Mu En, white-haired and hunched over.

But that aura had changed.

It was like a volcano that had been dormant for a thousand years, suddenly erupting!

Mu En's eyes lit up with a brilliant golden light, and a mental pressure as vast as the sea bore down upon him like a collapsing mountain.

Mu Tianyi felt as if his heart had been gripped by an invisible giant hand.

Breathing became difficult.

The study in his field of vision vanished; the Sea God Pavilion disappeared.

In their place was an endless expanse of light.

Blinding, scorching, and impossible to look at directly.

At the end of that light, a Bright Sacred Dragon, so massive it blotted out the sky, coiled between heaven and earth, its golden dragon eyes looking down at him from on high.

Was that...

Mu En's true Martial Soul?

No.

It was the mental illusion brought about by Reign Over the World!

Mu Tianyi gritted his teeth, his soul power circulating frantically as he tried to resist this mental crushing force.

But he discovered...

He couldn't block it at all.

Under the gaze of that Bright Sacred Dragon, his willpower was like a lone boat in a storm, ready to capsize at any moment.

That feeling was not a gap in strength, but a crushing of levels.

It was as if he were not facing a man, but the heavens themselves.

An ant gazing at the sky.

If the sky demands your submission, you must submit.

Mu Tianyi's legs were trembling.

His consciousness began to blur, and that golden dragon shadow drew closer and closer...

About to swallow him whole.

Just at this critical moment of Thousand Jun, Mu Tianyi bit down hard on the tip of his tongue.

The sharp pain stimulated his nerves, and he clung desperately to the last shred of clarity in his mind, managing to hold on.

The illusion receded like a tide.

Mu Tianyi gasped for air, his back soaked through with cold sweat.

Mu En withdrew his aura, returning to the hunched old man leaning on a cane.

He looked at Mu Tianyi, his eyes filled with gratification.

"Not bad."

The old man nodded, his tone calm, but the smile in his eyes could not be hidden.

"To be able to hold on without collapsing under thirty percent of my aura, you are even stronger than your ancestor anticipated."

Mu Tianyi wiped the sweat from his forehead and gave a wry smile.

"Ancestor, you nearly scared me to death."

Mu En laughed heartily, then turned serious.

"Tianyi, this soul skill, Reign Over the World, I can teach you. But remember this."

The old man's voice deepened.

"Soul skills are static, but people are dynamic. You may learn my moves, but you cannot walk my path."

"Your path is one you must forge yourself."

Mu Tianyi fell silent for a moment, then nodded solemnly.

"I understand, Profound Ancestor."

Mu En smiled with satisfaction, raised his right hand, and tapped his index finger into the void.

A wisp of golden light shot from his fingertip and submerged into the center of Mu Tianyi's brow.

A vast amount of information flooded into Mu Tianyi's mind in an instant:

The cultivation method for Reign Over the World, techniques for channeling power, the core mysteries of spiritual application... everything was presented in meticulous detail.

"These are the experiences of your Profound Ancestor. Take them, study them, and digest them slowly," Mu En said, settling back into his grand armchair and picking up his teacup. "But remember, after you have seen them, you must ponder them yourself and practice them yourself."

"My path can only serve as a reference for you; you must forge your own Reign Over the World."

"Yes."

Mu Tianyi closed his eyes, rapidly flipping through the information in his mind while simultaneously savoring the sensations from the illusion just moments ago.

That suffocating feeling of being crushed by spiritual pressure...

That sense of powerlessness when facing a superior existence...

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration streaked across his mind.

Mu Tianyi snapped his eyes open.

The core of Reign Over the World is to suppress the opponent with spirit and will, causing them to collapse mentally from the very start.

And his Bright Sacred Dragon and Dark Sacred Dragon—one represents light and order, the other represents darkness and destruction.

What if he were to integrate the spiritual suppression concept of Reign Over the World into the Twin Dragons?

Use the holy pressure of the Bright Sacred Dragon to intimidate the opponent's spirit, and use the abyssal aura of the Dark Sacred Dragon to devour the opponent's fighting intent...

One light and one dark, one positive and one negative.

Two completely different yet complementary pressures descending simultaneously—

What kind of effect would that have?