Amid the drifting mists of Nebulus, a majestic palace appeared and vanished from sight.
Crash!
An exquisite glass cup, shimmering with light, struck the floor and shattered into countless pieces.
The man in blue robes, whose every bearing was usually as pure as ice and jade, now wore a face full of fury.
"All my careful planning, and he changed his mind so easily! That old fool is nothing but a wine sack and a rice bag."
This was the great Sea God himself.
Long ago, he had written a story and placed it in a volume containing much important knowledge, then arranged for it to reach the lower world and enter Shrek's library.
Apart from the story he had written, the other contents had profoundly influenced Shrek's research into Martial Souls.
After all, much of that knowledge came from insights he had gained while cultivating before becoming a god.
Some parts were exaggerated, but on Douluo Continent, with its single-track cultivation system, such knowledge was still rare and precious.
He had not even signed his name. He had treated it as a gift to his former school.
A scheme so far-sighted, so subtle in its influence, and so magnanimous was bound to have a lasting impact.
Many had benefited from it and become powerful figures of their generation.
At least, that was what he believed.
That was why he often marveled at his own breadth of mind and world-shaking wisdom.
Yet at the once-in-a-thousand-years moment when his peerless scheme mattered most, its execution had fallen to a fool of the first order.
A Titled Douluo who had lived nearly two hundred years had let a green young upstart persuade him with ease.
Watching his world-shaking scheme fail at the final hurdle, he felt helpless, unable to reach into Douluo