Douluo Continent: The Eternal Order of the Azure Sky.

Yu Nanjue slammed his fist on the table and stood up, his imposing aura radiating outwards. The newly replaced chair and table trembled violently under his blow, and were once again tragically destroyed.

His eyes shone with a frightening intensity for a moment, and deep within his pupils surged a hatred etched into his very blood.

His ancestors died at the hands of evil spirit masters such as the remnants of the Blood Infant.

Is this really true?

"Is it true?" The man's voice remained calm and composed, leaving no room for doubt. "There is a branch altar of the Holy Spirit Cult in Dragon City. Sect Master Yu may wish to return to the city and search it to find out the truth."

Yu Nanjue flicked his sleeve, drawing a sharp arc in the air.

"If what you say is true, I will personally eliminate the members of this sect!"

He turned around and strode towards the door.

The council chamber door slammed shut behind him with a dull thud.

The footsteps faded into the distance.

"That stupid dragon is gone."

Ningguta, the current sect leader of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School, withdrew his gaze and looked at the middle-aged man, his tone no longer showing any of the frivolity and harshness he had just displayed.

"Tang Yunyue, tell me the truth, what tricks are you playing? Yu Nanjue may not know what kind of person Tang Qian is, but I do. Even if the entire sect opposes him, he won't voluntarily step down from the position of Grand Elder. What's going on?"

Tang Yunyue did not answer immediately. He looked in the direction Yu Nanjue had left and remained silent for a moment.

"That old dog Tang Qian went to the Sun Moon Empire. And then he never came back."

"what?"

Ningguta suddenly looked up. For the first time, genuine shock appeared on his face.

Tang Qian, a level 97 Super Douluo. Even though his cultivation has stagnated for decades, a Super Douluo is still a Super Douluo. In a one-on-one situation, even against a Limit Douluo, he can escape unscathed.

How could such an existence have fallen silently into the Sun and Moon Empire?

Ningguta's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and he waved his hand.

"Then what are you still making arrangements for? Are you stronger than Du Bu Si of the Body Sect, or do you have the group battle ability of that old man Xing Luo who is too old to be anything but? Even the old Tian Yang of the Dou Ling sect is not someone you can get past."

"This has been going on for a year, and Shrek Academy, whose reputation is mostly ruined, hasn't taken the lead. The three kingdoms' actions have only been minor skirmishes—"

He suddenly stopped. His eyes, which were mostly hidden by his droopy eyelids, suddenly widened, and a glint of light shone deep in his cloudy pupils.

"Does this mean Shrek isn't going to continue being a tortoise?"

Tang Yunyue nodded slightly.

"The plan to jointly attack the border has been basically finalized. This is our best chance to raise the banner of the three upper sects again in the world of soul masters."

Ningguta was silent for a moment, then continued:

"With Shrek Academy involved, our chances of success are much higher."

"But even if we succeed, what good will it do if the three upper sects reappear in the martial world?"

His voice lowered, as if something had crushed him from within.

"The Body Sect has produced an unparalleled genius. Although Shrek Academy is shameless enough to engage in an eight-person team battle, the three young people, not even twenty years old, still managed to create such a spectacle—a perfect fusion of the three martial souls, unheard of before. But what about us?"

“My Ning Tian and Wu Feng are already the most outstanding generation in hundreds of years. But they can only inherit my mantle and keep the sect’s reputation intact.”

His gaze shifted to Tang Yunyue, his eyes filled with a sense of sorrow, as if the rabbit had died and the fox was mourning.

"Your Haotian Sect's elites were wiped out by that monster Kong Tianxu. On the contrary, even the weakest member, Yu Nanjue, still has two sure-fire Title Douluo candidates within the sect, and he himself is not yet a hundred years old, so he has a good chance of advancing further. The Upper Three Sects..."

"Our era may really be over."

By the end, Ningguta's voice was filled with deep sorrow.

Tang Yunyue listened quietly without saying a word.

Light and shadow danced across his chiseled face, making his eyes appear to flicker. Except for a slight change in his gaze when he heard the words "Body Sect," his expression remained as still as a frozen lake.

After Ningguta finished speaking, he suddenly stood up, turned to the curtain behind him, clasped his hands together, and bowed deeply.

"Please, Young Sect Master!"

The curtain was lifted from the inside.

A girl who looked no more than eighteen or nineteen years old stepped out from behind the curtain.

She was stunningly beautiful. She wore a pale gold long dress with delicate cloud patterns embroidered on the hem, which seemed to flow on their own with every step she took.

With the Clear Sky Hammer in hand, her seven soul rings—six black and one red—lit up one after another, as if awakened by her aura. The brilliant golden trident appeared and disappeared intermittently, and then a circle of golden light surged from her body, enveloping the entire council hall.

It's like the color left after sunlight penetrates the seawater; wherever the light passes, even the dust in the air seems to be washed away, becoming clear and transparent.

The young sect leader, a seven-ring Soul Saint who is not yet twenty years old, with an astonishing Soul Ring ratio, and the Light of the Sea God.

Ningguta's pupils contracted sharply. His lips parted slightly, but no sound came out.

Tang Yunyue's voice echoed throughout the council hall.

"Sect Leader Ning, you just said that the era of the Three Upper Sects may have passed. But I want to tell you—the era of the Three Upper Sects has only just begun."

His gaze fell on Tang Wutong, a gaze that contained respect, pride, and a deeply hidden ambition.

"The young sect leader is the daughter of the Sea God, and inherits the Sea God's legacy. She can perfectly use the Sea God's Light at the seventh ring. Given time, when the young sect leader inherits the divine position, what are mere Title Douluo and Limit Douluo? At that time, our three upper sects will have gods overseeing them, the royal families of the three kingdoms will bow down, and the Sun Moon Empire will submit. The Body Sect? Shrek Academy? They are nothing but pawns under the gods' thrones."

His voice carried an almost fiery temperature, creating an eerie contrast with his sharply defined, cold face.

"If you are willing, our two sects will forge another ten-thousand-year alliance. I, Tang Yunyue, hereby swear by my martial soul that once this is accomplished, the Haotian Sect will do everything in its power to find the method for the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect to evolve its Nine Treasures. Nine Treasures Glazed Tile, Nine Treasures Glazed Tile—Sect Master Ning, you have been waiting for this day for a long time, haven't you?"

Ningguta's body trembled violently.

"Okay. Okay. Okay."

He said "good" three times in a row. With each "good," his hunched back straightened a little.

"I will return immediately to prepare. The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School will mobilize its entire strength to join the Haotian School in this battle!"

"Here, I'll take my leave of this gentleman, Tang..."

Ningguta also bowed slightly, pausing briefly in his speech.

"Miss's name is Wu Tong," Tang Yunyue reminded her.

"Farewell, Miss Wutong, until we meet again!" Ningguta's words were firm and resolute.

"I await our meeting." Tang Yunyue showed no shortage of courtesy.

The crowd dispersed.

The council chamber fell silent again, with only the candlelight flickering gently, casting Tang Yunyue's shadow on the wall, its length shifting.

Tang Yunyue maintained his bowing posture, his back straight and his head bowed.

Tang Wutong didn't care about any of that. She stretched lazily, raised her hands above her head, interlaced her fingers, pushed herself up forcefully, and let out a lazy and satisfied sigh.

With this movement, her sea god aura subsided, and her seven soul rings disappeared one by one. She transformed from the awe-inspiring and inviolable successor of the god back into a little girl of eleven or twelve years old.

"Uncle Yunyue, you lied to me! It wasn't fun at all, it was so boring!"

After stretching, she muttered to herself and skipped towards the door, not even stopping as she passed Tang Yunyue.

"No cultivation today! There are so many cute little things here, I want to play with them, don't bother me!"

Her footsteps were light and delicate, like a string of wind chimes tinkling in the wind, disappearing into the distance along the corridor.

Tang Yunyue responded and remained in the bowing posture for a long time before slowly straightening up.

The candlelight flickered on his face. On that chiseled face, there was no respect, no humility, only a calm that was beginning to burn slowly.

This astonishing Douluo, who broke through to the ninth ring at the age of forty and reached the peak of level ninety-six just over a hundred, and was hailed as the number one genius of the Haotian Sect in ten thousand years, gazed into the distance from the window.

Outside the window were the glazed tile eaves of the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile School, sunlight refracting into fragments of nine colors. Further away were rolling mountains and a vast, boundless sea of ​​clouds. His gaze passed over all of this, directed towards an even more distant place.

A thousand years ago, his ancestor fought a great battle against the sect leader of the Body Sect to wash away the shame of the competition, but was defeated and died.

After that battle, Tang Qian's lineage seized the opportunity to rise to power and usurped the position of sect leader of Haotian Sect.

After being suppressed and ostracized in every way, Haotian was forced to close the mountain.

Later, two beasts arrived, grandly taking the position of sect leader, trusting sycophantic people like Tang Qian, and suppressing the Haotian lineage from emerging into the world for a thousand years.

A thousand years.

Now that Tang Wutong, a future deity, is in his hands, she is easily fooled. She calls him "Uncle Yunyue" and doesn't fully understand her own worth; she's just a little girl who hasn't grown up yet.

The three upper sects are just a stepping stone.

In his hands, the Haotian Sect will surely be able to recreate, or even surpass, its glory days of ten thousand years ago!

Tang Yunyue's fingers tightened unconsciously, leaving five shallow finger marks on the railing.

The hammer strikes with earth-shattering force; he will command the winds and rains, and rule the world!

Chapter 359 The Ice God's Throne

Shrek Academy, Seagod Island.

The surface of Poseidon Lake shimmered in the afternoon sun. Golden shards of light danced on the crests of the waves, then were filtered through the branches of the golden tree on the island in the middle of the lake, which had witnessed the rise and fall of Shrek Academy for millennia, leaving only soft spots of light that swayed gently on the ground.

Everything seemed as peaceful as usual.

But the row of young people standing by the lake did not exude any tranquility.

The Shrek Seven Devils of the Tang Sect—no, now it should be called the Shrek Five Devils—stood in a row under the Golden Tree.

Their backs were straight, and their eyes were fixed firmly on Yan Shaozhe ahead.

Wang Qiu'er stood at the back of the crowd, neither stepping forward nor retreating, simply standing there, letting the shadow in front of her cover her shoes.

Xu Sanshi stepped forward from the crowd, clasped his hands in a fist salute to Yan Shaozhe, and spoke in a hoarse and deep voice:

"Sect Master Yan, our Tang Clan must participate in this operation."

Having benefited greatly from the Valley of Love and Destiny, he has broken through to the seventh ring, and his cultivation level is firmly above Bei Bei's. Although he may not be able to defeat Bei Bei, who possesses the two ultimate combat techniques of Dragon Emperor's Evil-Breaking Rift and Dragon Emperor's Domain-Shaking Realm, compared to the latter who is depressed and dejected all day long, Xu Sanshi has already shown some of the demeanor of a leader in the Tang Sect.

Yan Shaozhe remained silent.

He, who was usually very well-maintained, now looked extremely haggard. His temples were streaked with white, his eye sockets were sunken, and there was a faint dark circle under his eyes.

Over the past year, Yan Shaozhe has been under considerable pressure. Shrek Academy has suffered a series of setbacks, Shrek City's tax revenue has plummeted, and the number of merchant caravans has decreased by 70% compared to previous years.