A tide of unimaginable dread swept Ye Xishui.
Mouth agape, she stared at Su Wen.
Those behemoths' pressure overwhelmed even Limit Douluos, their elemental presence like a hurricane in the sky.
Fire, thunder—their energies even included chaos, which she couldn't name.
And most horrifying—each bloodline seemed equal to Di Tian's dragon, and their cultivation even higher!
And Su Wen's strongest beast, the Golden Behemoth, wasn't even present—it was either hibernating or couldn't be bothered to come.
She wasn't even worthy of drawing it out!
Had he really reached these heights in just two years?
Ye Xishui was in disbelief.
"Correct, but no prize." Su Wen smiled. "Guess you're speechless..."
He sighed.
"In that case, I'll send you to hell. Enjoy the flames there—or eternal damnation."
"What right do you have to send me to hell!" Ye Xishui screamed. "I did what I had to—the world made me what I am! Let them all pay!"
Click...
Su Wen shook his head.
"I've told you this before, but let me say it again."
"The world owes you nothing. Far more people suffer worse than you."
"To the contrary—life gave you beauty and talent, but you used it for revenge."
"The truth is, you're a pathological madwoman, wielding your twisted logic as an excuse to torture innocents."
"You had a Bright Phoenix but never trained it, always suppressing it; you indulged your dark side knowingly, not confused at all."
...
Long Xiaoyao fell silent, sighing.
Mu En's eyes were cold.
He'd long let her go. If anyone here was shackled, it was only Long Xiaoyao—the other two were far too smart.
Mu En had already seen Ye Xishui's true nature.
Her heart was darker than pitch.
They were through.
"Bright Phoenix..."
Yan Shaozhe went pale, unsteady. He couldn't believe it, but neither Mu En nor anyone else denied it.
He—he was the child of the greatest evil soul master? What would this mean for him at Shrek? Would he be shunned? Even bold, cheerful Yan Shaozhe began to lose confidence.
...
"Not worth talking anymore."
Seeing Ye Xishui so crazed and empty, Su Wen shook his head.
Dealing with madmen, break them first by words, then by spirit.
He felt not a shred of pity.
Evil must go to hell. They must pay for what they've done.
No whitewashing—otherwise, it desecrates the dignity of their countless victims.
In a way, Ye Xishui was a main character of the world.
Thus, at the end, her "redemption" might seem natural—maybe she'd even smile and pass her powers on to Wang Dong'er.
But to Su Wen, once an evil soul master, always an evil soul master. She could rot in hell forever.
Boom!
A huge fire lotus bloomed beneath Su Wen, filling half the sky. The Blood Puppet, seized by instinctual terror, tried to retreat.
But with Jiao Jiao's million years of cultivation, it would never escape.
As if the space shrank—no matter how it fled, the Blood Puppet was always within the lotus.
Its vaunted evil flesh arts were incinerated in an instant.
That was Jiao Jiao's second form.
First form could crush it, but not nearly as fast.
The fiery, monstrous lotus shrank into a miniature, resting in Su Wen's hand.
"No!!!"
Ye Xishui screamed in despair.
Xiao Zi lashed her with a thunderous whip.
"Wait."
Su Wen squinted.
Something was approaching...
"Hahaha! Let's die together!" Ye Xishui coughed blood, her gaze manic and locked on Su Wen. "These are the Sun Moon Empire's latest peak tenth-grade soul tool bombs. Their power is far beyond my puppet!"
"Soon, all of Shrek Academy and the city will be wiped off the map!"
Three small dots appeared in the blue sky, rapidly approaching—guided missiles, with orders to wipe out Shrek and its millions.
"Not good!" Mu En's eyes narrowed.
Shrek elders panicked.
"I'll stop them!" Mu En turned to Su Wen. "The future is on you. Let me borrow the Golden Tree—I'll intercept them outside the city..."
"Old Mu!"
Tears came to many.
Some elders wanted to die together, but Mu En sternly refused.
"One sacrifice is enough; dragging you with me is meaningless."
He smiled at Su Wen. "From now on, Shrek is..."
"No need." Su Wen's face was odd.
These three guided bombs looked awfully familiar.
Just like what happened ten thousand years later.
The protector then was the Shrek of a bygone age; now it was their turn—his Shrek, no mere "beast's academy".
He would never let things be destroyed by villains.
"I'll handle this."
"Even better!" Ye Xishui shrieked. "These were made specifically to kill you—and drag you down with us!"
"Well, sorry, I'm not on your route. Even if I die, I'd go to heaven, not hell..."
Su Wen smiled.
With a casual point, the three bombs froze in midair.
All faces nearby also froze.
Indeed, Big Eye's time-space power was amazing.
"Now... what to do with these?"
Su Wen thought aloud.
Shrek was in the Star Dou Forest—if he tossed the bombs away, countless living beings would die. He couldn't sacrifice life elsewhere just to save Shrek.
Should he move Shrek City?
Not impossible, but extremely taxing.
As Su Wen hesitated, Xiao Zi said shyly, "Master, um, can you give those to me?"
Su Wen blinked.
Xiao Zi poked her finger, bashful. "Just... throw them into my spirit orb world, can you?"
"You..."
Su Wen stared.
Xiao Zi's "spirit ball" was a sea of lightning.
"You can absorb this kind of energy?"
Su Wen recalled.
"Yes! Any destructive power, I can absorb," she stammered.
"But... these are tenth-grade bombs..."
"Mm! Three is perfect," Xiao Zi pleaded.
Su Wen shrugged.
He'd forgotten she had a million years of cultivation. Three bombs couldn't kill her; she even evolved by absorbing such destruction.
"All right then..."
With a wave, the three ten-meter bombs vanished into thin air.
"Thank you, Master!"
Xiao Zi cheered, diving in to absorb the leftovers.
Su Wen shook his head, smiling.
"So versatile, aren't I?"
...
Time gradually returned to normal.
Ye Xishui's smile froze—what? Where did the bombs go? This kid... what did he do?!
"All right, Ye Xishui. Now go to hell..."
Su Wen's voice turned frosty.
He finished her off.
Pfft—
Her "second wind" came as she finally revealed her Bright Phoenix martial soul—its brilliance starkly contrasting her evil blood soul.
Only now did others understand what Su Wen meant.
She had always had a choice—instead, she chose the darkness.
"I'm not willing!"
Ye Xishui's soul was dragged toward the afterlife.
Long Xiaoyao sighed, having witnessed it all.
"Sorry, Xishui. Your sins are great—but so are mine."
"Su Wen, I know your attitude toward me. Let me leave this life with dignity..."
"Please."
Su Wen nodded.
Long Xiaoyao wasn't purely evil.
But innocent? Not at all.
He was enabler and protector of the Holy Spirit Cult's horrors; this time, he didn't plan to let them go. Still, since Xiaoyao sought dignity, so be it...
Long Xiaoyao and Mu En exchanged final glances before he dissipated, his Limit Douluo power melting into a black dragon and following Ye Xishui into hell.
Meanwhile, Zhongli Wu, restored by his mother's blood magic, had arrived, ready to finish Su Wen and destroy Shrek—only to stand dumbfounded.
Wait—what about me?!
Holy Spirit Cult—what now?!
Zhongli Wu: "I... %￥#..."
"Seems I didn't wipe out their nest thoroughly enough if so many rodents still show themselves," Su Wen noted, eyes cold.
With a flick, icy energy swept out.
Ninety-eighth level Douluo Zhongli Wu and the rest froze instantly, then were obliterated.
Whew...
Su Wen let out a breath.
Holy Spirit Cult—settled. Next, Sun Moon Empire...
He narrowed his gaze southward.
They'd not only tried to ambush him in Sun Moon, but now supplied Ye Xishui with tenth-grade bombs.
Unforgivable.
Now the continent's situation was set.
Star Luo had submitted.
Heavenly Soul and Dou Ling were smashed.
Time for him to act.
He'd seize the moment to solidify the order of the continent.
But first—a trip to ten thousand years in the future.
Su Wen gazed skyward.
Tang San was no longer a threat—Wang Dong'er could grind him away.
Tang San's real card, the Asura God, was actually with Xiao Wu—not Tang San.
That's what comes from greed—jack of all trades, master of none.
But once Xiao Wu was ready to inherit, Tang San's opinion wouldn't matter.
In truth, after embracing the God Realm, Su Wen realized Xiao Wu wasn't as naïve as people imagined. She just loved Tang San too much...
"Dragon God Core!"
Su Wen's eyes sharpened.
He had to get his hands on that...
In this timeline, the Dragon Valley World had yet to appear.
So, it was time to head for the future.
And the Abyss Plane—he was quite curious. Good for "grinding experience," perhaps.