Sea God Pavilion Meeting! Shrek's Counterattack!

The spear is covered with intricate patterns, each engraving telling the story of a fierce battle.

He gripped the spear shaft tightly, the cool, steady power flowing down the spear shaft into his arm, into his heart, and etched into his soul.

The Spear of Divine Retribution, a projection of the authority of the Titan of Strife, a weapon that Mydei has ever relinquished throughout countless reincarnations.

He had seen Mydei standing on the ruins, gripping that spear, his short, golden-red hair fluttering in the wind.

His bare chest bore battle marks like burning scars, and his gaze pierced through the smoke of gunpowder, looking into the distance like a war god who would never fall.

He thought it was the power to defeat Mydei, but now that he has grasped the spear, he realizes it is not power, but belief.

This spear is not for killing, but for protecting.

Mydei took the Core Flame not to become a hero, but because he didn't want his people to shed blood anymore.

He was crowned Demigod not for power, but to establish a new Order on the ruins of Castrum Kremnos.

He fought his entire life, not for glory, but so that future generations would no longer have to fight.

In the corridor, the golden-red light slowly receded from Bai Yuan's palm.

The Spear of Divine Retribution transformed into countless tiny specks of light, drifting in the air like fireflies, only to be gradually drawn back into the Core Flame.

Bai Yuan looked down at the still slightly warm Core Flame in his palm, clenched his fist, and put it back in his pocket.

Strength will help you protect.

Whether it's a promise to Mydei or an explanation to oneself.

He quickened his pace and walked back to his room.

The door closed very softly behind me.

Bai Yuan leaned against the door and let out a long breath, looking down at his right hand.

The feeling of holding the Spear of Divine Retribution still lingered in my fingertips—heavy, cold, yet carrying a reassuring power.

That was the belief that Mydei had forged through countless reincarnations; it was the sword he lent to Bai Yuan.

We cannot let them down.

He walked to the bedside, lay down, and stared at the ceiling, the Core Flame burning quietly in his palm.

In the other room, Gu Yuena suddenly sat up in bed.

For a fleeting moment, his purple pupils gleamed faintly in the darkness.

Something swept past from a certain direction of Skysea City, as if the war itself had materialized.

That power did not belong to any Martial Soul she recognized.

It doesn't belong to any known Soul Skill, nor even to the Divine Realm.

She was familiar with the aura of the Deity in the Divine Realm — the Sea God, the Asura God, the Angel God —none of them were like this.

It was a more primal, more violent, and more irrational force.

It's not Destruction, it's Strife.

It's the kind of attitude that says, "I won't submit to you, I'll defeat you, I'll trample you under my feet."

A conviction etched into the very bones of every soldier.

Gu Yuena frowned slightly.

Are there any experts of this caliber in Skysea City?

Or is it that stinky human again?

She bit her lip, pulled the blanket up to her chin, and stared at the ceiling with her purple eyes.

I can't figure it out, I just can't understand it.

Bai Yuan's secrets are like an onion.

She peeled back layer after layer, each time thinking she was one step closer to the truth.

A new power will emerge from within him, making her realize her ignorance.

Gu Yuena rolled over and buried her face in the pillow.

She closed her eyes, and the image of Bai Yuan holding that dark gold spear on the field today flashed through her mind again.

Her heart was in turmoil; she couldn't tell if it was because the force was too strong or because the person was too unfathomable.

Gu Yuena tossed and turned in bed, her mind a complete mess.

She had lived for tens of thousands of years, and she thought she had seen everything and understood everything.

But Bai Yuan's appearance caused her "astounding wisdom" to fail for the first time.

She couldn't understand it.

The more I think about it, the more agitated I become, and the more agitated I become, the less I can sleep.

She sat up in bed, hugging her knees, resting her chin on them, her purple eyes gleaming faintly in the darkness.

The old road was blocked, the Golden Dragon King's side was temporarily unable to move, and Di Tian and the others had not yet recovered from their injuries. She was all alone in Skysea City, isolated and helpless.

The goals of reviving the Soul Beast, controlling the Spirit Pagoda, and trampling Bai Yuan underfoot suddenly became unattainable.

It seemed like everything she did was wrong, as if fate was playing a cruel joke on her.

Let's take it one step at a time.

All she can do now is try to get along with that human.

In the darkness of Skysea City, a silver-haired girl sat on the bed, hugging her knees.

She closed her eyes; tomorrow would be another day.

When she has time, she should definitely organize her thoughts and think about what to do next.

Skysea City, another location.

There was a long silence on the other end of the Communication Soul Tool.

Cai Yue'er's fingers, which were gripping the Soul Tool, turned slightly white.

Every second of the wait felt like an eternity.

She sat down in the most aggrieved position in the lobby.

He let his hair fall even more loosely and faced the direction of the Soul Guidance Screen with the scars on his face.

Everything that needed to be said has been said, and everything has been embellished.

The Spirit Pagoda is Leng Yaozhu is being unreasonable and domineering.

Her disciples were arrogant and domineering, and Shrek's glory was trampled on.

Cai Yue'er described herself as a loyal subject who was willing to risk her life to uphold the dignity of the academy.

Leng Yaozhu is portrayed as a villain who bullies others and is arrogant.

Finally, there was a response. It wasn't an angry rebuke, nor a comforting words of sympathy.

There was only a moment of silence, followed by a sentence that revealed no emotion.

"Moon."

Cai Yue'er's heart leaped into her throat.

Sister Yue is angry, not in a fit of rage, but in a calm that is even more terrifying than rage.

This person values Shrek's glory more than anyone else, and understands the weight behind those four words more than anyone else.

Now that Shrek's honor has been publicly humiliated, and as the dean of the Outer Court, she not only failed to save face but was also utterly defeated at the Spirit Pagoda's headquarters. What should Sister Yue think of her?

Cai Yue'er's back was soaked with cold sweat, her palms were drenched in sweat, and her mind raced through various possible responses.

If Sister Yue wants to dismiss her, how should she plead for her? If Sister Yue wants her to go and apologize to Leng Yaozhu, how should she refuse?

If Sister Yue asks her to resign to take responsibility, how can she persuade her to stay?

"Your chances are running out. This time, I'll let you go."

Cai Yue'er felt as if she had been granted a pardon; she almost slipped off her chair, and her voice was trembling.

"Thank you, Sister Yue! Thank you, Sister Yue! I will definitely make amends and never let Shrek's honor be tarnished again!"

"Go ahead and do it well. I'll handle things with the Federation."

Cai Yue'er nodded repeatedly, then suddenly remembered something.

"Sister Yue, what about Ya Li... should we tell her? After all, she's in charge of this Heavenly Sea Grand Competition."

"Remember to tell her."

Cai Yue'er agreed, and after ending the call via soul guidance communication, she slumped into her chair as if all her energy had been drained.

That one sentence kept replaying in my mind.

Opportunities are dwindling.

This is a warning; there won't be a next time.

The doors to the conference room slowly closed.

Several figures took their seats one after another on either side of the long wooden table.

The Sea God Pavilion Council Hall, the highest decision-making place of the Shrek Academy.

This wooden house, standing amidst the canopy of Golden Ancient Tree, has witnessed millennia of wind and rain. At this moment, the atmosphere inside is as heavy as if it were frozen.

The first position is vacant.

That was the seat reserved for Pavilion Master Yun Ming. Since he wasn't here, Acting Pavilion Master Long Yeyue sat in the first seat on the left side of the main seat.

She was dressed in simple clothes, but her eyes, though aged, shone with an astonishing brightness, a restrained brilliance like two swords with hidden edges.

The first seat on the right is also empty; that's where Yun Ming's wife, Ya Li, sits.

As the deputy head of the pavilion and the dean of the inner courtyard, she is rushing back from afar.

Below him, Wang Tianyu, dressed in white robes and with white hair, sat silently, his expression unreadable.

Red Dragon Douluo Zhuo Shi leaned back in his chair, stroking his crimson dragon claws, his gaze sweeping over the few rarely seen elders from the corner of the room.

Feng Wuyu crossed his arms and pretended to be asleep, while Ling Zichen was wiping down the Mecha parts.

The two elders, one from the Martial Spirit Master Department and the other from the Soul Guidance Department, who were always at odds, also took their seats, with two chairs between them.

"Everyone, let's hear your thoughts on this matter!"