Yun Ming Reveals the Truth of the End Epoch! The Conflict Between Shrek and Spirit Hall Was Essentially a War Between Outer Gods and Old Gods

Leng Yaozhu activated the meeting access permission.

Virtual projections silently spread through the office.

The scene of a roundtable conference gradually appeared.

Around the round table were over a dozen avatars representing different factions.

Spirit Pagoda, Federation councilors, the Northern Legion, the Western Legion, the Southern Legion, the War God Temple...

Every avatar represented a force of considerable importance on the continent.

Across from the round table, Shrek Academy's emblem glowed alone.

Yun Ming sat there, his face plainly saying, "I want to pull the network cable."

His head was pounding.

When he had been woken by an emergency communication that morning, he had thought it was just more Federation nonsense to wrangle over.

Then he opened it—

Creator God.

The first Angel God.

Nine great epochs.

The End World-Destroying Dragon.

He had gone completely numb.

He had turned all the ancient archives of Shrek's inner court upside down, only to discover that most historical documents had indeed been destroyed in the war roughly ten thousand years ago that led to the fall of the Spirit Hall Empire.

The few surviving fragments contained only scattered, vague records. Even pieced together, they could not form a complete picture.

But the problem was—

Just because he could not produce evidence did not mean others would not make him a target.

As Yun Ming looked at the glowing avatars in the online council, he was already considering how to bluff his way through this meeting.

Before he could speak, Qian Gu Dongfeng's voice exploded.

"Your Excellency Sky-Soaring!"

The avatar of Spirit Pagoda Master Qian Gu Dongfeng lit up. His voice was booming, carrying an imposing pressure that did not need anger to command fear.

"We did not invite you here today to question you."

"However, this matter has far-reaching implications. The Federation's citizens all know about it, and the Holy Spirit Cult's paid online agitators are still stirring things up. We simply cannot delete all the posts."

"As important serving officials of the Federation, we have the right and the duty to know the truth of history!"

Before he finished speaking, another avatar lit up.

"I'll add something."

The voice of Vast Sea Douluo Chen Xin Jie came through the screen, cold and hard.

"The War God Temple has watched Shrek's actions for a long time."

"An independent defense system. Independent taxation."

"Following some creed of 'those who fear trouble are mediocrities,' building a state within a state inside the Federation."

"Today, I want to know—does Shrek still belong to the Federation?"

His voice was not loud, but every word stabbed like a shard of ice.

"And where is that boy?"

Chen Xin Jie abruptly shifted the subject, directing his accusation straight at Leng Yaozhu.

"He's caused such widespread repercussions, and you still haven't swiftly brought him under control? How exactly does your Spirit Pagoda do its work?"

Leng Yaozhu raised an eyebrow slightly, her tone as mild as if she were discussing the day's weather. "That is none of your concern. He is under my watch. He cannot leave. This involves god-level beings, after all, so we must proceed cautiously."

She paused, then added, "I investigated three generations of his family. All three generations were ordinary people, with absolutely no dragon-type bloodline."

"His father was an ordinary soldier who died on the Abyssal Battlefield. His martial soul was a rusty tetanus dagger. His mother was an ordinary housewife. Her martial soul was a three-petaled flower."

"The possibility of those two martial souls mutating into the End Dragon is infinitesimal."

The conference room fell silent for a moment.

Then Leng Yaozhu leaned back in her chair and calmly delivered her final remark. "My personal view is that this is very likely a sign of an ancient god's revival."

A god's revival.

Those four words were like a massive boulder thrown into stagnant water.

The ripples they raised left every avatar online briefly silent.

In this era, where the Divine Realm had lost contact and gods had vanished, the weight of the words "a god's revival" was greater than any weapon.

Yun Ming took a deep breath.

He knew he could not bluff his way through this anymore.

"I do not know much more than any of you about the specifics."

His voice sank, carrying the gravity of someone left with no other choice.

"But I can tell you that the conflict between Shrek and Spirit Hall was essentially a conflict between outer gods and native old gods."

"All of us—including everyone present—are lives struggling to survive in the End Epoch."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the avatars on the screen, some shocked, some suspicious, some deep in thought.

"Like the Holy Spirit Cult, Spirit Hall worshipped the True Creator—the being you saw in that projection."

"They believed that the End and death were inevitable in history, and that only gods could smuggle themselves into the next epoch."

"And Lord Sea God defeated Spirit Hall in order to stop the End from descending."

His voice suddenly rose, filled with righteous conviction.

"There is no conspiracy behind this at all. It is merely certain people fanning the flames!"

With that, he decisively cut off the communication.

In the conference room, more than a dozen avatars stared at one another, plunged into deathly silence.

Qian Gu Dongfeng opened his mouth, wanting to say something, yet having no idea what to say.

Outer gods.

Native old gods.

The End Epoch.

The True Creator.

Every term was like a bomb, blasting their former worldview full of holes.

So the waters behind the war between Shrek and Spirit Hall ran this deep.

So in the ancient war of gods, epochs were destroyed at the drop of a hat and the heavens collapsed while the earth split apart.

So nine epochs had already died, and this was now the tenth epoch—

And the ancient gods of old were still reviving.

Someone weakly asked, "Then what should we do now?"

No one could answer.

After a long silence, Chen Xin Jie finally spoke. "Start with archaeology. Send people to investigate Spirit Hall's ruins and see what records remain. And that boy in Eastsea City—Leng Yaozhu, keep watch over him personally."

Leng Yaozhu had already exited the meeting channel.

She had no interest in listening to that group argue.

She summoned Su Hai Tao.

Su Hai Tao stood in the vice tower master's office, barely daring to breathe.

The person before him was an Ultimate Douluo, the second-in-command of the entire Spirit Pagoda system. Normally, he was not even qualified to look at her from afar.

Leng Yaozhu did not look at him. She was merely flipping through Lin Yan's file.

The more she read, the deeper her frown became.

His father had died on the Abyssal Battlefield. His mother had mortgaged the house and run away, leaving behind enormous debts.

His older sister had stolen the family savings and vanished.

His enrollment had been canceled by Eastsea Academy. On the very same day, a girl named Gu Yue had been specially admitted, taking his place.

The corner of Leng Yaozhu's mouth twitched slightly.

She continued reading.

He had been judged to possess a useless martial soul by the loan service window. His applications had been rejected repeatedly.

Once, due to hunger, he had eaten poisonous wild mushrooms, been hospitalized for poisoning, and even made the news.

She closed the file, leaned back in her chair, and remained silent for a long time.

"Oh my god," she muttered, so softly that only she could hear it.

The more she looked at this child's experiences, the more they resembled the protagonist template from those storybooks.

A tragic beginning, talent buried, a school admission spot stolen by a villain, a god-level martial soul dismissed as useless.

Then he unexpectedly gained a god's favor, slapped faces all the way to a meteoric rise, and reached the pinnacle.