Douluo Continent: The Sun-Shooting Divine Bow, the God of Judgment

Inside the Sea God Pavilion.

Sunlight pierced through the hole in the dome, shining on the charred wood and frost scattered on the ground.

The air still held the lingering heat of extreme fire and the chill of extreme ice; these two completely opposite auras intertwined, constantly stimulating the nerves of every elder present.

Xuanzi's hand, covered in grease, remained frozen in mid-air.

His gaze shifted back and forth between Mu En's face, which had regained its youthful appearance, and Yun Yi's body.

A century of experience is not just for show.

Xuanzi's brain, numbed by alcohol and delicious food, was now working at full speed.

The elders of the Sea God Pavilion knew all too well the immense vitality contained within the Golden Tree, yet they could only help Mu En suppress his injuries but could not eradicate them.

Now, Moon has not only recovered from his injuries, but has even returned to his peak form.

And just at that moment, this six-year-old child appeared here.

There is no such coincidence in the world.

Xuanzi swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down with difficulty.

Moon's unwavering gaze said it all.

This child is very likely the key to the Pavilion Master's rebirth, or even some kind of supreme opportunity that even they cannot reach.

Since that's the case, what's wrong with calling him Junior Uncle?

Xuanzi quickly began to calculate in his mind.

At worst, I'll just walk around this little guy on this Poseidon Island myself.

As long as they don't meet in public like at Shrek Square, calling out to each other in private won't be considered a loss of face for the Gluttonous Douluo.

Having figured this out, Xuanzi's tense muscles finally relaxed.

But before he could speak, Yan Shaozhe, who was standing at the front, had already taken the initiative.

As the dean of the Martial Soul Department, Yan Shaozhe's ability to read people's expressions and moods was superb.

He knew Moon's character well; once a teacher made a decision, there was no possibility of changing it.

Rather than being coy and upsetting the teacher, it's better to admit it openly and honestly.

Yan Shaozhe straightened his already spotless white robe, placed his hands together in front of him, and took half a step forward.

He looked at Yun Yi, who only reached his upper thigh, and bent his back slightly, performing a very standard junior's salute.

"Yan Shaozhe greets Junior Uncle."

His voice was gentle and smooth, without a single flaw.

Yun Yi put his hands behind his back, his youthful face showing no sign of panic.

He nodded slightly in response to Yan Shaozhe's bow.

Although he appeared calm and collected on the surface, Yun Yi was secretly overjoyed.

This is Yan Shaozhe!

The apparent leader of Shrek Academy, a Super Douluo of level 95 or above, and the owner of the Radiant Phoenix Martial Soul.

The high-ranking figures in the original work are now bowing respectfully to him.

With Yan Shaozhe taking the lead, Xian Lin'er and Qian Duoduo exchanged a glance and felt less burdened.

The two stepped forward together.

"Xian Lin'er greets Junior Martial Uncle."

"Qian Duoduo greets Junior Uncle."

The two bowed cleanly and efficiently.

Now, only Xuanzi remains.

All eyes, whether intentionally or unintentionally, were drawn to the second-in-command of Shrek Academy.

Xuanzi bent down to pick up the large, purplish-red gourd that had fallen to the ground and wiped it haphazardly on his dirty sleeve.

His messy hair looked like a bird's nest, and his gray beard was stained with oil stains that had been left there sometime during the day.

The sight of this over-ninety-year-old man calling a six-year-old child "elder" is utterly incongruous.

Xuanzi's lips twitched a few times, as if a fishbone was stuck in his throat.

His rough, large hands squeezed the gourd so hard it made a creaking sound.

"Xuan...Xuanzi greets...Junior Uncle."

These words were almost squeezed out from between Xuanzi's teeth, dry and stifled.

Looking at Xuanzi's face, which had turned a deep purplish-red, Yun Yi suppressed the urge to burst into laughter and nodded solemnly once again:

"Elder Xuan, you flatter me. From now on, we'll each follow our own rules. You can call me Martial Uncle, and I'll call you Elder Xuan."

Xuanzi's face darkened further. Although there was nothing wrong with the sentence, it still felt somewhat unsettling.

Seeing the elders express their opinions one after another, Mu En, who stood with his hands behind his back, nodded slightly in satisfaction.

How could he not see through the little schemes in those old guys' hearts?

Feeling wronged? Feeling ashamed?

Mu En scoffed inwardly. These frogs in a well had no idea what Yun Yi would achieve.

The day this little guy ascends to the realm of gods, you lot will realize that calling him "Junior Uncle" today was the most worthwhile thing you've ever said in your lives.

"Alright." Moon surveyed everyone, his authoritative voice echoing in the room.

"That's all for today. All affairs of the academy will continue as usual. My return to my peak and Xiao Yi's identity are only to be known by those present. It is strictly forbidden to divulge even a single word to outsiders."

"Yes, sir!"

The elders accepted the order in unison.

They were all intelligent people, and none of them asked Moon about the details of his recovery.

The rules of the Sea God Pavilion have always been this: if the Pavilion Master doesn't say, then you shouldn't ask.

Now that the Pavilion Master is safe and sound, and even stronger than before, Shrek Academy's pillar of stability remains firm, which is more important than anything else.

As for other complicated matters, Moon has plenty of time to handle them slowly and doesn't need to explain them at this brief meeting.

The group bowed to Mu En once more, then transformed into streaks of light and tactfully withdrew from the Sea God Pavilion, leaving the space to Mu En and Yun Yi.

The footsteps gradually faded into the distance.

Mu En turned around, his gaze returning to Yun Yi. The sternness he displayed when facing the elders had faded, replaced by the seriousness of a mentor.

"Little Yi, the blessings of the gods are indeed powerful, but the ferocious power of these twin ultimate martial souls is not something your newly born body can easily control." Mu En stopped three feet in front of Yun Yi.

"Words are no proof. Attack me with your martial spirit and let me see how much control you have over this power now."

Moon placed his hands behind his back, his legs slightly apart, his posture calm and composed.

Yun Yi did not hesitate for a moment.

He knew perfectly well that the man before him was the strongest person on the continent, and that his own petty tricks could not possibly harm him in the slightest.

Extreme heat instantly gathered in Yun Yi's palm.

He made a grasping motion with his left hand, and the crimson-gold flames were compressed wildly, causing the Sun-Shooting Divine Bow to take shape once more.

Without arrows, Yun Yi mobilized the remaining soul power within his body, forcibly blending the ultimate fire and the ultimate light.

The bowstring was drawn to its fullest extent.

"Zheng—!"

The bowstring vibrated, emitting a piercing shriek that tore through the golden silk.

An energy arrow, formed entirely of light and fire, was released from the bow.

The air in the trajectory of the arrow was instantly sucked away by the extreme heat, leaving behind a visible black vacuum band.

The scattered wood chips along the way didn't even have a burning process; they simply vaporized into nothingness under the terrifyingly high temperatures.

This strike was enough to instantly pierce through the defenses of a thousand-year-old soul beast!

Moon did not dodge or avoid, but simply slowly raised his right index finger and gently pointed forward.

A soft golden halo bloomed at her fingertips, transforming into a scale-like light shield no bigger than the palm of her hand.

"boom!"

The raging solar fire crashed violently against the light shield, unleashing a deafening roar.

Crimson-gold flames poured out wildly in all directions like a reversed waterfall, attempting to devour everything in their path.

However, Moon's fingertips were like unyielding rocks in a tsunami.

That small shield of light held back all the raging destructive power by half a foot, not a single spark could touch Moon's clothes.

Undeterred by his failed attack, Yun Yi did not pause for a moment.

He immediately released the Sun-Shooting Divine Bow from his left hand, stomped his foot hard on the ground, and used the recoil to lunge forward.

A deep blue chill erupted from his right arm, and the Ice Spear, formed from millennia-old black ice, fell into his hand.

One second it was scorching heat that could scorch the heavens and boil the seas, the next it turned into extreme cold that could freeze the nine netherworlds.

Yun Yi gripped the spear shaft with both hands, suddenly exerted force from his waist and abdomen, and thrust the Ice Yi Divine Spear fiercely into Mu En's chest like a poisonous dragon emerging from its cave.

Before the spear tip even arrived, the frigid spear light had already pierced the air.

The fire elements along the way were instantly frozen, turning into countless ice crystals that fell down.

This thrust lacked the violent roar of flames, possessing only a cold, sharp edge that pierced through everything.

A look of admiration flashed in Moon's eyes.

His moves were decisive, and the switching between ice and fire martial souls was seamless. This fighting instinct made him a natural-born fighter.

Faced with the spear aimed straight at his chest, Moon flipped his wrist, bringing his index and middle fingers together to clamp the spearhead with pincers as precisely as iron clamps.

"Creak—"

A harsh, screeching sound rang out.

The eerie blue chill, like a persistent, bone-deep infection, spread wildly upwards along Moon's two fingers, attempting to freeze his body.

However, the immense Holy Dragon Soul Power within Moon's body only rippled slightly before expelling all the invading Extreme Ice.

Moon applied slight pressure with his two fingers.

An irresistible force of recoil traveled along the spear shaft.

Yun Yi groaned, and the tiger's mouths of both hands cracked open at the same time, causing the Ice-Yi Divine Spear to fly out of his hands and dissipate into ice shards.

He stumbled back several steps, his legs carving deep furrows in the wooden plank before he could barely regain his balance.

Yun Yi was panting heavily, his forehead covered in sweat, and his arms were twitching slightly.

Just two attacks were enough to drain all the power from his body.

The consumption of twin ultimate martial souls far exceeds the norm.

Moon withdrew his finger, looked at the panting boy, and said solemnly:

"Ultimate Light and Ultimate Fire are dominated by destruction, while Ultimate Water and Ultimate Ice are dominated by control and penetration. The quality of these two Martial Souls is at the pinnacle of the world. However, in the early stages of becoming a Soul Master, using both simultaneously will only cause your body to collapse and explode, resulting in your death."

Mu En paused, his gaze fixed on Yun Yi's eyes, and posed that crucial question.

"Little Yi, in the early stages of your cultivation, it's best to choose only one martial soul to cultivate and attach a spirit ring to it. Tell me, which martial soul do you plan to focus on?"