A collective shudder across the Douluo Continent! Shrek ten thousand years later had become a malignant tumor!

[Wang Dong'er's two soul cries still weighed on their ears when the golden, blood-red light on the Sky Screen abruptly scattered. Huo Yuhao's raised hand stopped in midair, and only an enormous academy remained in the image.]

[Ma Hongjun braced himself against the edge of the table. "Weren't we just in the Love-Questioning Valley? Why did it change places again?"]

[Oscar shielded Ning Rongrong behind him. "The Sky Screen hasn't stopped. It probably isn't over yet."]

[Ning Rongrong stared at the academy's gatehouse. "Shrek?"]

[Flender had only risen halfway when he heard its name. His palm dropped back onto the table. "That's the academy ten thousand years from now."]

[Zhao Wuji gazed at the crest above the gatehouse. "Our crest is still there."]

[Yu Xiaogang stroked his beard. "Don't rush to conclusions. The fact that the academy survived ten thousand years proves it left something behind."]

[Bibi Dong glanced at him. "What it left behind depends on what it traded for it later."]

[On the Sky Screen, a squad of soul masters walked out of the academy gates. Shops along their route shut their doors, people on the streets retreated against the walls, and even the soldiers guarding the city stepped aside.]

[Yan watched the emblems at their waists. "They passed through the city gates, and even the empire's soldiers didn't dare stop them?"]

[Ma Hongjun rubbed his chin. "It's no surprise Shrek is famous, but this doesn't look like they're here on business. It looks like they're here to collect taxes."]

[A line of text appeared beside the Sky Screen: Ten thousand years later, Shrek Academy controlled numerous soul master resources, and the Sea God Pavilion stood outside the authority of imperial decrees.]

[Ning Rongrong finished reading the line. "The Sea God Pavilion was originally just where the academy's