The Golden Ancient Tree had been destroyed, and Shrek's fortune had collapsed. It should have been a catastrophic disaster.
Yet Yun Ming had forcibly endured it, holding up all of Shrek by himself. Instead, he had gained insight in the face of despair, pushing his cultivation another step forward.
Now, he had completely touched the threshold of the Divine Realm. At any moment, he might take that final step and ascend to godhood.
In other words, after the Holy Spirit Cult had gone to such great lengths and paid such a heavy price, they had only ended up making a wedding dress for Yun Ming.
Lan Jinghe took a deep breath and suppressed the hostility in her heart. She looked calmly at Zhong Shenxiu, her tone utterly flat. "You're right. Back then, we underestimated Yun Ming. We didn't finish him off, and gave him the chance to catch his breath."
"Even a lion used its full strength to hunt a rabbit. That was our miscalculation."
She paused before continuing, "But don't underestimate Yun Ming either. He has guarded Shrek for so many years and crushed the entire continent beneath his weight. It was never luck. His talent and will both far surpass those of his peers. Once he truly ascends to godhood, no one on the Douluo Continent will be able to restrain him."
"When that time comes, your East Sea will be the first to suffer. Do you think, given Yun Ming's nature, he will tolerate an otherworldly force like yours taking root on the continent?"
Zhong Shenxiu gave a derisive snort, his face full of disdain. "Him?"
He rose and walked to the window. With his back to Lan Jinghe, he stood straight as a pine, showing only a cold, arrogant profile. "Is he worthy?"
Beneath those casual