Chapter 210: The Legend Is True? The Sea God a Founder of Evil Soul Masters?
"The Pavilion Master has gone mad!"
"The Pavilion Master killed someone!"
Shouting and panic erupted through the Sea God Pavilion as chaos broke loose. Yun Ming had finally reached his breaking point.
Cowards—every last one of them!
Was this still Shrek Academy?
"Enough!"
A cold voice cut through the uproar.
Long Yeyue, who had been resting before, had been summoned by the elders. She arrived in the Pavilion and appeared before Yun Ming, planting herself firmly in his path.
She said sternly, "You are the Master of the Sea God Pavilion! What do you think you're doing?!"
"But—!"
Though Yun Ming was no young man, as the strongest person on the continent, his pride was absolute.
Yet ever since becoming Pavilion Master, he felt the fire of his youth extinguish bit by bit.
"No 'buts'! As Pavilion Master, you must remain calm and composed. Taking out your anger on your own people—what kind of strength is that?"
Long Yeyue's rebuke was heavy.
As the senior-most of them all, and herself a Limit Douluo—half a step to godhood—her words carried weight Yun Ming could not ignore.
"They've all forgotten Shrek's duty!" he shouted bitterly.
They obstructed his every reform, blocked his every initiative—and fine, he could tolerate that.
But now, when faced with evil soul masters, they refused to even fight.
Even after he gave the order himself!
What were they trying to imply?
"If they refuse to acknowledge me as Pavilion Master, then I'll resign!"
Long Yeyue sighed deeply.
She understood the pressure that weighed on him.
He was the strongest man alive, yet he had led Shrek Academy into its most humiliating era. He bore the blame, the shame, and the entire continent's mockery—equal to the "Elder Taotie Douluo," who had been scornfully called the "Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult."
Still, she couldn't remain silent.
"Don't condemn the elders too harshly," she said quietly. "They are still members of the Pavilion."
But Yun Ming no longer cared.
Once, he might have.
Not anymore.
He knew now—peaceful reform changed nothing.
Only bloodshed birthed new life.
If the cost of progress was war, so be it. Otherwise, he might as well retire and wash his hands of Shrek altogether.
Sensing his intent, Long Yeyue's face paled.
"Does it really have to come to this?" she pleaded. "Yun Ming, for my sake—please, stop! The Academy cannot survive another upheaval!"
"Would you have me kneel before you to make you see reason!?"
Yun Ming closed his eyes. Powerless. Trapped.
Being Pavilion Master was suffocating.
Right now, he wanted nothing more than to walk away and never look back.
Federation Council.
"The Spirit Transmission Tower's report claims the Holy Spirit Cult is backed by a god?"
The discussion room fell silent.
This was the Federal Council—the governing body that guided the entire Douluo Federation's direction.
There were 231 regional representatives, each elected to vote on national policy, but the real power lay with the Presidium—the permanent 42-member executive division.
That body consisted of the Speaker, fifteen Deputy Speakers, and twenty-six senior members—the highest ruling authority of the Federation.
Still, in this world, authority meant little without strength.
Power determined speech. Rank defined truth.
And this matter—a divine being's possible appearance—was no small issue.
Present were the leaders of the Temple of War Gods:
Hanhai Douluo Chen Xinjie, Commander of the Poseidon Legion, Four-Word Battle Armor Master, Temple Master of War Gods.Haori Douluo Ao Rui, Rank-One War God, Three-Word Armor Master.Emperor Sword Douluo Long Tianwu, Rank-Two War God, Three-Word Armor Master.
Unlike Shrek Academy, where Yun Ming had little political voice despite his strength, the Federation valued strength above all.
And within the War God Temple, might ruled absolutely.
Alongside them sat Speaker, Central Legion Commander Yu Guanzhi, and other key members of the upper council—all stunned by the Spirit Transmission Tower's message.
"Could it be… the Sea God himself?" one whispered.
"Impossible! If it were the Sea God, he would never side with evil soul masters. To suggest such is absurd—hah, what a joke, ahahaha…"
The Speaker attempted a laugh, but when no one followed, his chuckle died awkwardly.
"Let's wait… let the Spirit Transmission Tower explain themselves."
Moments later, the chamber doors opened.
Qian Gu Dongfeng of the Spirit Transmission Tower entered, freshly changed, composed but visibly burdened.
He bowed. "Ahem… it is absolutely not the Sea God."
"As everyone knows, the Divine Realm no longer exists. This world has no gods and cannot birth new ones. On that point, Hanhai Douluo here can surely attest."
Chen Xinjie, seated to the Speaker's right, nodded.
Among all present, he had come closest to godhood.
Between quasigods, differences still existed—but he had nearly stepped fully into the divine.
His duel with Yun Ming had pushed him there.
He had conceded, granting Yun Ming the title of "Number One," forming the myth that crowned Shrek's legend.
In truth, it had been a political trade. Shrek needed prestige, and the Federation needed an equal rival to align with the Spirit Transmission Tower.
In raw power, he and Yun Ming were equals—perhaps Chen Xinjie even a shade stronger.
Yet when he realized the Divine Realm was gone, that there was no longer a higher plane to ascend to, he stepped back—by necessity.
His clan once served as the guardians of Sea God Island, protectors of the Sea God's will.
After the second Sea God's ascension, that post had been dissolved, but the clan's lineage nevertheless endured—worshiping the Sea God to this day.
They were the descendants of those who once served the first Sea God, holding that faith for generations.
As such, he practiced Sea God-oriented cultivation, though he'd never attained godhood himself—merely inheritance of divine affinity.
But a true god… existing now? That was hard to believe.
"Then who—or what—is this so-called 'godly being'?" someone asked.
Qian Gu Dongfeng replied gravely, "I suspect the one who has reached the divine threshold is none other than the long-absent Supreme Pontiff of the Holy Spirit Cult."
"The Demon Emperor."
"Impossible! The Demon Emperor was killed long ago!"
"By whom? Did anyone actually witness her death?" Qian Gu Dongfeng countered. "I believe she merely fell into slumber—and after a thousand years of rest, she may indeed have become a god."
"No. Impossible! The Douluo Plane cannot bear gods. She may have used divine-like sorcery, but true godhood? Never!"
None of them wanted to believe it.
None of them could.
(END CHAPTER)
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