Crossing the Void in the Flesh

As Yun Ming's words fell, the tense atmosphere in the Sea God Pavilion immediately eased by several degrees.

The elders looked at one another, and the fear in their eyes gradually faded, replaced by a renewed sense of confidence.

Some straightened their backs, some smiled, and some nodded slightly in agreement.

At this moment...

Proud expressions returned to their faces.

That was Shrek's unique pride.

Even in the darkest of times...

They still believed that Shrek's glory would not be extinguished.

Because they were Shrek!

The most powerful force on the continent for twenty thousand years!

Their allies were spread across the world!

Their foundations were unfathomably deep!

Chen Xinjie, the Vast Sea Douluo and master of the War God Temple, was also a Peak Quasi-God.

If he and Yun Ming joined forces...

Who else on the entire continent could stand against them?

At the very least, that was what they believed.

Meanwhile...

Parliament Building, the Speaker's office.

The afterglow of the setting sun streamed through the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the entire office in a warm golden hue.

Chen Yu sat behind a broad desk, holding a piece of white soft cloth as he casually wiped down a long spear before him.

The spear was entirely silver-white, with a faint cold gleam flowing along its shaft. Fine patterns could vaguely be seen near its blade.

At that moment, Pan Wen stood before the desk, holding a file as he respectfully delivered his report.

"Speaker, according to your instructions."

"Thirty percent of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's illegal gains from the past twenty thousand years has been delivered to your Private Laboratory."

"At the same time, another ten percent has been sent to the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy, as per your wishes."

Chen Yu did not stop what he was doing. He merely nodded casually, his tone calm.

"Good. I understand."

After becoming the Federation Council Chairman, he had established his own Private Laboratory.

It was an independent research base located on the outskirts of Ming Capital, with security clearance at the highest level in the entire Federation.

Even many of the Federation Council's higher-ups did not know its precise location.

And within his laboratory...

The Federation's most gifted talents had gathered there.

From Soul Tool research and development to rare metal smelting, from Soul Power theory to practical combat applications, the most outstanding young talents from every field were all there.

This group was not only exceptionally obsessed with Soul Guidance Technology, but also possessed extraordinary research talent. They produced stable new Soul Guidance Technology developments almost every year.

Whether it was blueprints for new Soul Tools or improved Soul Guidance driving cores, every single one could push the Federation's technological standards one small step forward.

Naturally, such output also represented a constant need for resource investment.

Research required materials, experiments required consumption, and talented people required support.

Every one of them came with astronomical expenses.

But even the richest household had limited provisions. Even as Federation Council Chairman, his annual fiscal budget was finite, and he could not endlessly funnel resources into his Private Laboratory.

He had originally been worried about resources, but the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had conveniently sought its own destruction and delivered itself to his doorstep. He could hardly be blamed for being tempted.

This move had enriched him and his Private Laboratory as well.

A win-win!

As for the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy, it was the Federation's foremost institution dedicated to training talent in Soul Tool-related fields.

As Federation Council Chairman, he had naturally brought the academy under his control long ago.

Now, the entire management of the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy consisted of his people. From the dean to the heads of every department, from the admissions office to the resource allocation division, every key position was occupied by trusted confidants.

It was precisely because the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy continuously supplied him with talent that his Private Laboratory had a constant influx of newcomers.

Every graduation season, the most outstanding students were claimed by his laboratory before they had even stepped through the school gates.

At that moment, Pan Wen closed the file in his hands. As he looked up, his gaze happened to fall upon the spear in Chen Yu's hand.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and his expression instantly changed. He blurted out in shock.

"Isn't that..."

The style of that spear...

Was exactly the same as the spear that had pierced through the Light and Dark Douluo, Long Yeyue, above the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan yesterday...

The silver-white shaft, the chilling edge—even the faint patterns visible on its body were identical.

But he clearly remembered that after the spear had nailed Long Yeyue to death, it had shattered.

Hearing this, Chen Yu noticed Pan Wen's gaze fixed on the spear in his hand.

He stopped wiping it, held the spear horizontally before himself for a look, and casually asked.

"What is it?"

Pan Wen could not help but say.

"Speaker, didn't I hear that your spear had already been destroyed?"

His tone was full of confusion.

He clearly remembered that after the Speaker had thrown his spear and directly nailed Shrek Academy's Supreme Elder, Long Yeyue, to death, it had shattered as a result.

That had been an ultimate strike, after all. The spear had endured such terrifying force, so its shaft shattering was only natural.

But the spear currently in the Speaker's hand...

Where had it come from?

Chen Yu immediately guessed what Pan Wen was thinking.

Rather than answer directly, he placed the spear on the desk, rose to his feet, walked to one side of the office, and reached out to pull open a cabinet door.

The instant the cabinet opened, Pan Wen saw a cabinet packed full of long spears.

Silver-white spear shafts were lined up neatly within, one beside another. Every one emitted a faint cold gleam, and every one was identical to the spear in Chen Yu's hand.

At a rough count, there were at least twenty or thirty of them.

Pan Wen was dumbfounded as well.

His mouth slowly fell open, his eyes widened round, and his entire body froze in place.

He remembered Shrek Academy's explanation.

The Speaker had used a Level Ten Soul Tool, and the Light and Dark Douluo, Long Yeyue, had not expected the Speaker to truly intend to kill her...

That was why she had died from a single moment of carelessness.

But such a precious Level Ten Soul Tool...

The Speaker actually had an entire cabinet full of them?

Level Ten Soul Tools...

Those were legendary existences.

Throughout the continent's history...

There were only a handful of records of anyone successfully creating a Level Ten Soul Tool. Every one was an invaluable treasure, enough to be passed down through generations as the treasured inheritance of a sect.

It could be said that for any major power, possessing even one Level Ten Soul Tool was already an enormous blessing.

Yet the Speaker had a whole cabinet of them.

At that moment, Pan Wen felt that his brain was no longer enough to process this.

He swallowed with difficulty, his voice trembling slightly.

"Speaker, you..."

"Where did you get so many Level Ten Soul Tools?"

"Level Ten Soul Tools?"

Chen Yu froze, clearly surprised by that description.

He casually took a spear from the cabinet, weighed it in his hand, and explained.

"This is Extraterrestrial Meteorite Iron."

"Huh?" Pan Wen was stunned.

Extraterrestrial Meteorite Iron?

Not a Level Ten Soul Tool?