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"Leaving the academy, are you..." Xuanzi heard Shui Wuya's words about leaving Shrek Academy, and immediately a sense of reluctance appeared on his face.
The scenes played out in the world countless times, shaking his heart each time, and Shui Yuanchen's strength made him realize the terror of the Shui Family.
But what shook him the most was Shui Wuya, who fused with the Evil Eye Tyrant, a soul master of 800,000 years!
"Wuya, remember, no matter when, I hope you can visit the academy often," Xuanzi finally accepted the fact that Shui Wuya was leaving Shrek Academy, his face showing a magnanimous expression.
"Ha-ha, I'm leaving, take care!" Xuanzi's hearty laughter echoed, as he respectfully bowed to Shui Wuya and Shui Yuanchen, then turned into a black streak, heading straight for the distant horizon.
In the past, he might not have needed to bow to Shui Wuya, but from now on, Shui Wuya's identity was no longer a student of Shrek Academy but the young master of the Shui Family.
At least... in Xuanzi's eyes, Shui Wuya was still the young master of the Shui Family.
Watching Shui Wuya leave, Shui Wuya's gaze shifted to Long Xiaoyao.
"Dragon Emperor Douluo, what brings you here?" Shui Wuya spoke first, acknowledging the other's status, though his expression remained indifferent.
Throughout the recent battles, Long Xiaoyao had been quietly observing, which made Shui Wuya suspect Long Xiaoyao's purpose in coming here.
"The reputation of the Shui Family precedes you; I won't disturb you further," Long Xiaoyao chuckled, though inwardly he was in turmoil, bowing to Shui Wuya and Shui Yuanchen before swiftly streaking away.
Having experienced the recent upheavals, Long Xiaoyao's shock was no less than Xuanzi's. The Shui Family, Limit Douluo, an 800,000-year soul master, the Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King, Emperor Tian...
All these things connected, making him feel like everything he experienced before was like a dream, so unreal.
Watching the direction Long Xiaoyao departed in, Shui Wuya furrowed his brows slightly, but it lasted only a moment before he returned to Shui Yuanchen's side.
Shui Yuanchen immediately relaxed his suppression on Shui Songshan, allowing him to speak freely.
"Speak up, it seemed like you were about to make a move against me just now?" Shui Wuya's sharp gaze swept over Shui Songshan, emitting a subtle but palpable aura of killing intent.
However, in Shui Songshan's eyes at this moment, anger and fear intertwined, as if he had lost the ability to speak and made no response to Shui Wuya's question.
Seeing this, Shui Wuya didn't dwell on it either. With a thought in his mind, his fifth soul skill activated, and the four great soul beasts immediately injected their spiritual power into Shui Wuya's spiritual world.
In a flash, Shui Wuya's spiritual power once again reached the level of a million-year soul beast! A spiritual flower quietly condensed at the center of his brow, immediately plunging into Shui Songshan's spiritual world.
Then, memories of Shui Songshan unfolded in Shui Wuya's perception like pages of a book...
In just a few dozen moments, as Shui Wuya withdrew the spiritual flower, a look of astonishment appeared in his dark eyes.
It turned out this guy had a dream when he was young, in which the Ice God and another person appeared. Upon waking, he began to study soul tools and flesh-type soul tools, both of which he heard about in the dream.
However, the manufacture of these two types of soul tools required the souls and flesh of soul masters! Compared to the soul tools passed down for tens of thousands of years, these two types were too bloody and evil.
Unexpectedly, Shui Songshan persisted in his own way. He believed that manufacturing these soul tools was the Ice God's instruction, and for this, he slaughtered thousands of human soul masters.
So much so that eventually, the former head of the Shui Family had to personally intervene, defeating Shui Songshan and imprisoning him in the Purgatory of Slaughter for over a hundred years!
"Give me one reason not to kill you."
Shui Wuya suddenly spoke, his words chilling, and a bloody cold light emanated from his palm.
No matter what Shui Songshan had experienced in the past, one thing Shui Wuya was certain of was that less than ten minutes ago, this guy had intended to attack him.
"I am willing to submit to you. Not only am I a Limit Douluo, but I am also a Ninth-rank Soul master, and in the future, I may even reach the level of a Tenth-rank Soul master."
Shui Songshan knew this was his last chance, so he finally spoke, immediately showing his loyalty to Shui Wuya and demonstrating his abilities.
However, Shui Wuya's gaze remained icy.
Though the other party was powerful, there was no guarantee he wouldn't betray like the farmer and the snake story. After a moment of contemplation, Shui Wuya still felt he couldn't let Shui Songshan go.
In an instant, a surge of blood energy erupted from his palm, and an intense killing intent burst forth.
Seeing that Shui Wuya was truly about to kill him, Shui Songshan's heart turned cold: "No! I haven't yet manufactured that Tenth-rank soul tool. I can't die yet!"
"Let me offer my blood as a sacrifice, I am willing to sacrifice myself to complete it. With it, you can surely dominate the region!"
Before dying, Shui Songshan screamed madly, unwilling to accept the failure of his life.
Upon hearing this, the bloody glow in Shui Wuya's palm gradually subsided.
After accessing the memories, he naturally understood what Shui Songshan was referring to.
It was the Tenth-rank soul tool that Shui Songshan was willing to be imprisoned in the Hell of Slaughter to obtain, even as a semi-finished product.
"I've already forged the core. With enough souls for the blood sacrifice, it can be truly completed!" Shui Songshan's madness was tinged with a hint of longing.
"It's impossible. That thing was destroyed by the family many years ago," Shui Yuanchen immediately retorted upon hearing this.
"That soul tool wasn't destroyed. Before I was imprisoned by Shui Moyuan, I secretly hid it!"
"Where is it now?"
Shui Wuya asked with a dark expression.
Having just roughly skimmed through the memories, he hadn't seen its exact location.
The soul tool was something he hadn't heard of before, likely a product of the world's changes.
Knowledge imparted in dreams, could it be the work of a deity behind the scenes?
Shui Wuya had a feeling that it was necessary for him to figure this out.
"After I was imprisoned in the Hell of Slaughter, I told Zhongli Laogui about it. That guy must have taken it after escaping from prison," Shui Songshan blurted out everything in one breath.
Zhongli Laogui...
Shui Wuya raised an eyebrow slightly. If that soul tool was taken by Zhongli Laogui, then it was highly likely in the hands of the Holy Spirit Sect.
"Let's go! To the Holy Spirit Sect."
After pondering for a moment, Shui Wuya immediately made the decision.
(End of this chapter)