63: Chapter 63 Farewell, Elder Mu! I'll usher in a new era!

The transformation of his Spirit brought about the most direct feedback of power.

The Soul Power within Su Chen's body was like a floodgate being opened, surging wildly.

The bottleneck that originally stuck at Rank 55 failed to cause even the slightest hindrance.

Boom.

Instantly broken through.

Rank 56.

But this was far from over.

Rank 57.

Rank 58.

...

The soaring Soul Power was unstoppable, advancing triumphantly all the way.

Until...

Rumble.

An even more massive aura erupted from his body with a bang.

Rank 60.

At the same time.

A brand new, incredibly powerful Soul Skill, like a gift from heaven, was deeply imprinted in the depths of his soul.

Sixth Soul Skill—Holy Light Lightning Punishment.

Inside and outside the meditation room, there was a dead silence.

Everyone was completely stunned by this miraculous scene before them.

The inheritance... was complete.

The towering golden pillar of light slowly retracted, all of it sinking into Su Chen's body.

The door of the meditation room had long since turned to ashes.

Mu En's figure became incredibly illusory, as if a gust of wind could blow it away.

The look of determination on his face had long since turned into endless relief and pride.

He looked at the youth bathed in golden-purple radiance, who seemed like a deity.

He smiled.

“Xuan Zi...”

He called out softly.

“Old partner...”

Elder Xuan's face was already covered in tears. He reached out with a trembling hand, wanting to grab something, but only caught nothingness.

“Shrek's future... I leave it to you all...”

Mu En's voice grew lighter and lighter.

His body turned into specks of golden light particles, slowly dissipating in the air like fireflies.

Master of the Sea Gods Pavilion, Dragon God Douluo, Mu En.

Fallen.

“Ah...”

Elder Xuan let out a grief-stricken roar and fell heavily to his knees with a thud.

And just at this moment.

“Crack.”

A crisp sound rang out.

Zhongli Wu finally broke free from that strange layer of icy blue hard ice beneath his feet.

He did not look at the grieving Elder Xuan.

His gaze was deathly locked onto Su Chen's body.

That aura...

Although it was still immature, that essential pressure...

It was absolutely the aura of the Dragon God.

He actually... really succeeded?

Zhongli Wu's expression turned extremely ugly.

He knew that the tide had turned.

With Elder Xuan there, who was heavily injured but still a Limit Douluo.

With Su Chen here, who had just completed the inheritance and whose state was unclear but had infinite potential.

Today, it was no longer possible for him to kill anyone else.

Continuing to stay here was meaningless.

“We're leaving.”

Zhongli Wu made a prompt decision and barked coldly at his subordinates behind him.

The people of the Holy Spirit Cult retreated one after another as if they had been granted a general amnesty.

Before leaving.

Zhongli Wu's cold gaze pierced through the void, taking one last look at Su Chen.

That look was filled with unwillingness, jealousy, and... a deep sense of wariness.

“This seat will remember you.”

“And also...”

His voice suddenly became incredibly grim, brimming with killing intent.

“The Star Dou Great Forest.”

“All the Spirit Beasts there will become sacrificial offerings, Jie Jie Jie...”

As his voice fell.

His figure had already turned into a black dot and disappeared into the horizon.

The terrifying threat, however, hung over the entire Sea Gods Pavilion like a dark cloud.

Inside and outside the meditation room, there was a deathly silence.

Only Elder Xuan's uncontrollable sobbing remained.

Su Chen slowly opened his eyes.

What kind of eyes were those?

The left eye was a brilliant gold, filled with holiness and light.

The right eye was a deep purple, containing chaos and lightning.

He slowly lowered his head and looked at his hands.

On the panel, those golden-purple dragon scales were slowly receding like a tide.

He could feel that power within his body, enough to destroy the heavens and the earth.

Su Chen suddenly clenched his fists.

Three days later.

The Sea Gods Pavilion was draped in white.

The sky was gloomy, and the drizzle was like silk, as if the entire world was wailing for the passing of that old man.

Mu En's funeral was solemn and dignified.

It was not announced to the public; only the elders of the Sea Gods Pavilion and the core members of the Shrek Academy Inner Court participated.

Su Chen stood at the very back of the crowd.

His figure was straight as a spear, and the power of the Chaos Light Lightning Dragon within his body flowed quietly like a dormant giant beast.

The strength brought by destruction and rebirth was real.

But his heart was a dead, frozen plain.

Elder Mu was gone.

The old man who used the last trace of his life's origin to forge a supreme foundation for him had left forever.

Elder Xuan stood at the very front, his aged body seeming to have stooped a few more degrees overnight.

The atmosphere of sorrow was so oppressive it made it hard to breathe.

Just as the eulogy ended and everyone was preparing to pay their final respects.

Su Chen moved.

He pushed through the crowd and walked to the very front, step by step.

Everyone's gaze focused on him.

Elder Xuan's bloodshot eyes looked at him with a hint of inquiry.

Su Chen did not speak.

He first performed the grand ceremony of three prostrations and nine kowtows toward Mu En's memorial tablet with great respect.

Then, he stood up straight and faced all the elders of the Sea Gods Pavilion.

His gaze swept over Elder Xuan, Yan Shaozhe, Xian Liner, Qian Duoduo... and finally landed on everyone's faces.

“Elder Xuan, Elders.”

Su Chen's voice carried a hint of post-funeral hoarseness, but every word was crystal clear.

“Elder Mu is gone, and I am in deep sorrow.”

“But I believe the best way to remember him is not to indulge in grief, but to fulfill his unfinished legacy.”

“Protect the continent, protect Shrek.”

Yan Shaozhe frowned slightly, seemingly wanting to say something, but was stopped by a look from Elder Xuan.

Su Chen took a deep breath.

“The conflict between Spirit Masters and Spirit Beasts has intensified over the past ten thousand years. Hunting and obtaining spirit rings is our only path. But this path is coming to an end. Spirit Beasts are becoming fewer and fewer, and high-year Spirit Beasts are even on the verge of extinction.”

“We need a new path.”

His voice echoed endlessly in the silent Sea Gods Pavilion.

“I have a concept.”

“A plan that... might completely change the future of Spirit Masters.”

All the elders held their breath.

Su Chen spoke word by word, his voice powerful and resonant.

“I call it the ‘Soul Spirit Symbiosis Project’.”

Soul Spirit?

What was this?

The faces of everyone showed confusion and incomprehension.

“Spirit Masters hunt Spirit Beasts and take their spirit rings, and the Spirit Beast's spirit and soul are destroyed. This is plunder; this is destruction.”

“My concept is that when a Spirit Beast is dying and its life origin is about to dissipate, its soul and origin can be completely stripped and stored using a special secret method, transforming it into a brand new life form.”

“It retains its wisdom and memories from when it was alive. It is no longer a spirit ring made of collected resentment, but an independent, conscious ‘Spirit’.”

“This ‘Spirit’ can sign an equal symbiosis contract with us Spirit Masters, becoming a part of us, fighting alongside us, and growing together with us.”

“I call it, a Soul Spirit.”