Skysea Aftermath

Spirit Pagoda Headquarters, 99th floor.

"Mm, I understand."

Qian Gu Dongfeng set down the Soul Guidance Communicator in his hand and turned to the secretary behind him. "Send out the notice. Add Zhou Mingyu of the Tianhai Spirit Pagoda to the Spirit Pagoda's talent development roster.

"As for his priority level... mm, put him sixth for now. Otherwise, those old foxes in the council will start arguing again."

After saying that, he sat down at his desk and resumed his work.

"Yes, Pagoda Master." After hearing Qian Gu Dongfeng's orders, the secretary did not leave. He seemed hesitant to speak. "But, Patriarch, are we really not going to..."

"You mean take this chance to suppress him?" Qian Gu Dongfeng replied without even looking up. "It was only one match. Must I hold it against a child over something like that?

"Am I really so lacking in tolerance in your eyes?"

"I would never dare," the secretary said anxiously.

"Go handle it."

"Yes."

After the secretary withdrew, Qian Gu Dongfeng looked at the files on Zhou Mingyu and the other person on his desk and murmured, "Is the great era truly approaching?"

The subsequent development of the finals surprised everyone. Zhou Mingyu forfeited the match on the grounds that he had been injured in his previous match.

The Skysea Alliance had no choice but to directly declare Zuo Qiu Lun the champion of the youth division. As for the adult division, its champion had also been decided—a six-ringed Soul Emperor from the Spirit Pagoda. It only left the spectators who had hoped to see a clash between two powerful opponents lamenting in disappointment.

This was the result reached after discussion among the many clones and the main body.

Li Ziming's Eight-Star World-Shocking display had already given him a certain degree of influence on this continent.

Zuo Qiu Lun had taken Mu Ye as his master and entered the Body Sect as he had wished.

Zhou Mingyu had revealed his brilliance and gained the attention of the higher-ups, which would be more beneficial to his future development in the Spirit Pagoda.

The objectives of this Skysea Grand Tournament had all been achieved. There was no need to let the clones continue making moves and expose their trump cards.

On the main body's side, Liu Tianran had already led Eastsea Academy's group of seven to win the team competition championship. However, there seemed to be few people paying attention to that matter.

Because some trouble had arisen in the youth division's three-person competition...

Skysea Stadium.

"Boom, boom, boom..." Nine successive explosions rang out in the air. Zhou Mingyu turned his gaze toward the arena. Wu Changkong was fighting two people from Hailu Academy.

A powerful chill instantly swept across the center of the arena, making people shiver uncontrollably. Multiple colors rose into the sky, and for a time, intense elemental fluctuations filled the entire stadium.

At the same time, a piercing alarm sounded throughout Skysea Stadium.

Three Soul Emperors were constantly clashing in the air above the arena. Following a fierce collision of Soul Power, light and shadows flashed. Wu Changkong still stood proudly where he was, elemental fluctuations stirring his white robes as though he were untouched by the mortal world.

Long Huan Tian and Zhang Zhenpeng, however, had each been forced back more than ten meters, their expressions extremely ugly. Long Huan Tian was in slightly better condition, merely pale-faced, but blood was already seeping from the corner of Zhang Zhenpeng's mouth.

Long Huan Tian flew into a rage and shouted, "Where did you come from? How dare you cause trouble at the Skysea Alliance Grand Tournament?"

Wu Changkong merely looked at him coldly without saying a word. The sword light of the Heavenfrost Sword in his hand flickered and surged, while his aura continued rising madly. At that moment, all six Soul Rings on his body seemed to have lit up.

They were both six-ringed Soul Masters. Yet even in a two-against-one fight, Long Huan Tian and Zhang Zhenpeng were still being suppressed until their bodies stiffened and their Soul Power circulation became sluggish.

Fortunately, Wu Changkong did not launch another attack. Instead, he arrived above Tang Wulin and Gu Yue. Looking down at where his two disciples were, he could not help frowning.

The golden cocoon radiated an intense aura of life. Though he could not see what was happening inside, Wu Changkong could clearly sense two distinct life signatures within. At the very least, it proved that both of them were still alive.

The Skysea Alliance Grand Tournament had been held for so many years, yet few dared cause trouble during it. After all, that was equivalent to making enemies of the entire Skysea Alliance!

However, seeing that their own master had no intention of acting, those old fellows seated in the VIP rooms were even less likely to do so. Judging by the looks on their faces as they eagerly watched the spectacle, it would be difficult to expect them to intervene.

Some even began egging them on.

"Yeah, that's it! What a fine swing! That's how you should chop him!"

"After watching so many days of rookies pecking at each other, I was about to fall asleep. This is finally getting interesting."

"Whose kid is that? He's got some guts!"

"I heard he's Old Red Dragon's disciple! The one dating that what's-her-name!"

"Oho~ So it's him~ No wonder he's got such nerve!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know about this too. Let me tell you..."

Meanwhile, in Shrek Academy's viewing room, several senior figures were discussing the matter with great enthusiasm, making no effort to lower their voices.

Shen Yi looked at her master, who was gradually becoming furious, then at her senior brother fighting in the sky. She could not help placing a hand on her forehead.

Ugh, just destroy it all. I'm exhausted.

At that moment, waves of whistling suddenly came from the sky as enormous figures appeared above Skysea Stadium.

One massive Mecha after another, each over ten meters tall, descended from the sky. There were more than forty in total.

The leading Mecha was entirely purple and radiated a domineering aura. Behind it were three more purple Mechas, then ten yellow Mechas, and finally twenty-six white Mechas.

These Mechas appeared roughly the same size, but the energy fluctuations they emitted were completely different. All the Mechas behind them combined did not possess an energy aura as powerful as that of the four purple Mechas at the front.

Mecha classifications were the same as those for Soul Rings and Spirit Souls.

White Soul Guidance Mechas were basic Mechas, generally used for teaching. They could perform basic movement control, basic energy installation, and short-term combat. They could not incorporate Soul Power control or cooperate with Spirit Souls.

They were operated entirely by hand and were also used as basic urban security Mechas to maintain public order. Even ordinary people could operate them.

Yellow Soul Guidance Mechas were standard-issue Mechas. Ordinary military Mechas were generally of this level. They offered stronger controllability, ordinary energy installations, dual energy and Soul Power operation, and simple cooperation with Spirit Souls. They were operated entirely by hand.

Purple Soul Guidance Mechas were advanced Mechas, also known as exclusive Mechas, designed Mechas, customized Mechas, or private Mechas. They were customized according to the characteristics of one's own Martial Soul, possessed stronger controllability, and matched their user's Martial Soul more closely. They were generally exclusive Mechas and could coordinate seamlessly with Spirit Souls. They were operated entirely by hand.

The moment the twenty Mechas appeared, they surrounded Wu Changkong. Each white Mecha held a three-meter-long Soul Guidance Cannon aimed at him, while the purple Mechas flew at the front.

One had to know that a purple Soul Guidance Mecha possessed combat strength at least equivalent to a six-ringed Soul Master, along with far greater energy reserves. It was enough to suppress a six-ringed Soul Emperor.

Not to mention that there were four purple Mechas here. Normally, the Skysea Grand Tournament would not be equipped with guards of this level, but with so many senior figures present, they could not exactly look shabby. So, they had been dispatched to put on a show.

Watching the situation in the arena, Li Ziming thought that it was about time.

Sure enough, Wu Changkong suddenly raised his head and looked at the Heavenfrost Sword in his hand. Then, two words slowly emerged from his mouth.

"Heaven— Ice—"

Wu Changkong's body suddenly lit up. The Heavenfrost Sword flashed before suddenly merging into his body and vanishing. Every Mecha pilot who had locked onto him felt their vision blur. The man who had been targeted by the Soul Guidance Cannons had simply disappeared into thin air.

"He's over there!" someone shouted, and everyone instinctively looked up.

At some point, Wu Changkong had already reached the air above them. However, unlike his earlier flowing white robes, white points of light now appeared across his body—on his forehead, shoulders, chest, elbows, wrists, palms, waist, abdomen, hips, knees, and the soles of his feet.

Starting from those white points, silver threads of light instantly stretched outward, converging into magnificent silver patterns. Wu Changkong's aura began erupting at a terrifying speed.

The silver pattern on his forehead formed first. At its center appeared a pale blue, teardrop-shaped crystal. As the silver light patterns solidified, a white headband appeared first. At the front of that white headband.

Five protrusions resembling gathered snow rose upward. The silver patterns on the headband had already become solid, looking exceptionally magnificent. Two pieces of white metal hung down from either side of the headband, fitting against the area between Wu Changkong's cheeks and ears and extending downward like an extension of his own cold current.

Streamlined armor began to appear from the neck guard around his throat. White armor and silver patterns extended downward in magnificent splendor. When every silver pattern became clear, Wu Changkong's body had already been completely enveloped by that white armor.

Silver light flowed. His eyes had completely become radiant blue. The six Soul Rings that had originally surrounded his body were drawn inward and merged with the armor. Immediately, his aura soared in a straight line. In his hand appeared a greatsword one-third longer than the Heavenfrost Sword.

The hilt and guard were entirely white, with a snow-shaped white protrusion at the end of the hilt. Yet the blade was crystalline blue. It was more than four feet long, and compared to the original Heavenfrost Sword, the blade now looked far more solid.

In the sky, the silver halo around Wu Changkong gradually receded. Immediately afterward, a black Soul Ring, like thick ink, appeared beneath his feet. The Soul Ring expanded and floated upward before slowly merging into the Heavenice Battle Armor.

Seven-ringed Soul Saint!

Wu Changkong had already been handsome, but once that full set of white armor covered him, he was practically the embodiment of magnificence.

"Battle Armor!" Long Huan Tian and Zhang Zhenpeng exclaimed almost in unison.

"You injured my disciple. If anything happens to him, you will pay with your lives." Wu Changkong's icy voice fell from above, his chilling gaze fixed directly on Zhang Zhenpeng.

His target was not the Zhou Hanyou and Zhou Tian'er sisters. They were merely children. If a child was not taught properly, the fault lay with the parents; if taught poorly, the fault lay with the teacher. He had come for their teacher. That was why he had so decisively attacked when he first saw Zhang Zhenpeng and was questioned by him.

Zhang Zhenpeng's face turned somewhat pale. A two-word Battle Armor Master—this man was actually a two-word Battle Armor Master! Let alone him, even the entirety of Hailu City would never want to offend such a person.

Just as the two did not know how to resolve the situation, an explosive shout suddenly came from Shrek Academy's viewing room.

"Pay with your lives? They're not even dead! Pay with what damn lives? Get down here right now!

"Standing up there, do you think you look handsome?!"

Hearing that familiar voice, Wu Changkong's body, which had been gathering momentum, trembled. He actually obediently withdrew his Soul Rings and Battle Armor, then carried Tang Wulin away to find someone to treat his injuries.

"And you lot! Do you think I'm deaf?! Since you're all so talkative, come out and spar later!"

The discussion among those people came to an abrupt halt as well.

And so, this farce ended in an anticlimactic fashion.