Li Changsheng, Son of the God of Destruction, One of the Five Divine Kings of the God Realm

Inside the grand hall of the Holy Spirit Cult's core forbidden grounds, the atmosphere was deathly still.

Ye Xishui, Long Xiaoyao, and Zhongli Wu—three supreme experts standing at the pinnacle of combat power on the Douluo Continent—fixed their gazes on the young man before them.

Their eyes held intertwined doubt, scrutiny, anticipation, and intense curiosity.

They waited for Li Changsheng to reveal his so-called trump card. They waited for this youth, who spoke such wild words, saw through the Holy Spirit Cult's deepest secrets, and declared he would overturn the continent's ten-thousand-year order, to produce something that could convince them.

Under the gaze of those three supreme figures, Li Changsheng, seated in a stone chair, remained calm as he slowly raised his right hand.

The youth's fair, slender palm opened flat.

There was no surging Soul Power upon it, no soul rings lighting up, nor any sign of a soul master unleashing strength.

It looked utterly unremarkable, as though he had merely raised his hand casually.

But in the next instant—

Buzz!

A terrifying energy far beyond every power system of the lower realm—supremely pure and incomparably exalted—erupted from his palm and swept outward!

Pure destruction divine power, black yet untainted, domineering yet not savage, was like an abyss that had lain dormant for eternity suddenly unsealed, instantly filling the entire sinister and majestic demonic hall!

This was not the sinister, baleful aura of evil soul masters, nor the ferocious aura of savage beasts, much less the Soul Power fluctuations of human soul masters.

This was the supreme divine power that originated from the summit of all heavenly Daos, commanded the extinction of all things, and ruled over the collapse of heaven and earth!

The entire hall shook violently at once, and the demonic rock patterns on the four walls flickered wildly as they neared rupture.

The dark baleful aura, evil power, and vicious energy that had circulated within the hall for centuries melted away, bowed down, and perished before this wisp of pure divine power like snow beneath the blazing sun!

Vast, boundless, ancient, noble!

An extreme sense of oppression instantly crushed down upon the souls of all three present!

At that moment, Long Xiaoyao, Ye Xishui, and Zhongli Wu shuddered violently. Their bodies stiffened instinctively as overwhelming terror and disbelief surged from the depths of their souls, making every hair on their bodies stand on end!

Palpitations!

Bone-deep palpitations!

Fear!

The instinctive fear living beings felt toward supreme gods!

All three were among the world's foremost existences.

Zhongli Wu was a Rank 98 Title Douluo, the leader of the Holy Spirit Cult, commanding countless evil disciples and possessing few rivals across the continent.

Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao were even Rank 99 ultimate Peerless Douluo.

They stood at the end of mortal combat power, touching upon the laws of heaven and earth. They were the most powerful living beings on the entire Douluo Continent!

Logically, given their knowledge, cultivation, and foundation, there should no longer have been any power in the lower realm capable of making them fearful—much less causing their souls to tremble in instinctive terror.

Because mortal power, no matter how far it was pushed, ultimately had limits.

Yet the power spreading from the youth's palm transcended laws, transcended Soul Power, and transcended the limits of this world!

It was sacred in its purity, boundless in its terror, and so domineering that it inspired despair!

It belonged to none of the Douluo Continent's systems of power!

"W-what kind of power is this?!"

A monstrous wave rose in Long Xiaoyao's heart. The steady state of mind he had cultivated over hundreds of years shattered completely, and his eyes filled with shock.

The amusement and scrutiny on Ye Xishui's exquisite face vanished completely, replaced by extreme gravity and astonishment as her heart clenched hard.

Why was it so terrifying?

Why could a mere wisp of its aura suppress three peak experts?

Why did they, who stood at the summit of mortals, seem before this youth like ants gazing up at the heavens—so insignificant that they were not worth mentioning?

Countless questions filled her mind. Combined with all of Li Changsheng's earlier abnormalities—his ability to see through the Holy Spirit Cult's deepest secrets, his worldview crushing that of the current age, and his words overturning the divide between righteousness and evil—a bold conjecture so extreme it was absurd took root and grew wildly in Ye Xishui's heart!

She could no longer maintain her composure. She abruptly rose to her feet, her crimson gown billowing as she stared fixedly at the calm youth. Even her voice carried a faint, nearly imperceptible tremor as she tested him with a stern question:

"Who... are you?"

At this moment, she had already vaguely guessed the truth, yet she still could not believe it!

Under the utterly shocked, unwavering gazes of the three, Li Changsheng slowly rose from his seat.

The youth stood slender and upright in the center of the hall. Wisps of destruction divine radiance flowed around him, while supreme divine majesty remained contained within his body. He appeared ordinary, yet looked down upon all living beings.

His calm gaze passed over the trembling Ye Xishui, then swept across the horrified Long Xiaoyao before finally settling on Zhongli Wu, who had already become completely stunned.

There was no arrogance, no deliberate display. His voice was clear and calm, yet carried a weight that shook eternity as he revealed his true identity, word by word:

"My name is Li Changsheng."

"I am the son of the God of Destruction, one of the Five Divine Kings of the God Realm."

The moment those words were spoken, the hall fell completely silent.

Long Xiaoyao, Ye Xishui, and Zhongli Wu stood rooted in place, their bodies rigid as stone statues. Their minds had gone utterly blank, and they were completely dumbfounded.

The three had roamed the continent for hundreds of years, encountered countless prodigies, traveled across the four seas and eight lands, and weathered innumerable treacherous storms. They had long cultivated the calmness to remain unflinching even if Mount Tai collapsed before them.

But today, all of their composure, calmness, and scheming shattered completely!

It was not as though they had never speculated about Li Changsheng's origins before.

At such a young age, his insight reached the heavens. He saw through the Holy Spirit Cult's greatest secrets, possessed a mentality that crushed the current age, and wielded power transcending this world...

They had vaguely guessed that this youth might have encountered some divine opportunity, or perhaps he was the younger generation of some Title Douluo.

That was already the greatest trump card and highest status they could possibly imagine!

But they had never expected this!

They had guessed the beginning, yet they could not have guessed the ending even in their wildest dreams!

What descendant of a Title Douluo?

He was the biological child of a supreme Divine King of the God Realm!

He was the ultimate second-generation heir standing at the very top of the God Realm's pyramid!

This earth-shattering truth echoed madly through the minds of the three, stirring monstrous waves in their hearts as countless complaints and disbelief surged up wildly.

They had never set foot in the God Realm and did not understand its exact cultivation divisions, power structure, or hierarchy.

But even a fool could understand that one who bore the title Divine King had to be a supreme existence above countless gods, commanding the laws of the great Dao and looking down upon all heavens and worlds!

Even ordinary gods were like ants and dust before a Divine King, utterly insignificant.

And yet the true body of such a supremely noble, pure-blooded descendant of a god, one born to wield the supreme Dao of destruction, had actually descended into this insignificant Douluo Lower Realm!

And he had landed in their Holy Spirit Cult, a dark force scorned by the world and burdened with a century-old evil name!

For a time, only extreme absurdity and disbelief remained in the hearts of the three.

The Holy Spirit Cult was an evil force that had dwelled in darkness for generations, taken in evil souls, and been denounced by the righteous path for ten thousand years.

What had they done to deserve this?

What had they done to deserve the personal arrival and presence of a Divine King's son?

The disparity and the scale of it struck the three Title Douluo giants so hard that their scalps went numb and their minds trembled without end.

After a moment, they seemed to think of something and understood at once.

The root of everything was Shrek!