Douluo Continent: The Demise of Yin and Yang, the Dragon God Descends

"Let's go find a dormitory," Wang Dong said, walking past the old man.

Zi Lingtian reached out and grabbed her sleeve.

Wang Dong paused for a moment, then turned to look at him with a puzzled expression.

Zi Lingtian didn't explain, but walked to the old man's recliner, bowed slightly, and said in a clear and polite voice, "Hello, Grandpa."

Wang Dong was even more puzzled, but he still followed and bowed slightly like Zi Lingtian, saying, "Hello, Grandpa."

The old man's eyelids twitched slightly, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

Those were cloudy, bloodshot eyes, making him look no different from an ordinary centenarian. But when those eyes fell on Zi Lingtian, he could clearly feel an extremely hidden divine sense sweeping over him, "looking" at him from head to toe, inside and out.

Zi Lingtian did not resist. He relaxed his whole body, allowing the divine sense to probe. The yin and yang power in his body had already been compressed to the deepest part of his dantian. The Taiji diagram had disappeared without a trace, leaving only the normal fluctuations of the Destruction Scepter and the level 63 soul power.

A faint, strange light flashed in the old man's eyes, so fleeting as to be almost imperceptible.

"Are you new students?" The old man's voice was hoarse and slow, like the rubbing of dried old tree bark.

"Yes." Zi Lingtian nodded, a well-behaved smile on her face. "Excuse me, are you the dormitory supervisor? Do you need me to check your freshman badge?"

The old man shakily raised his right hand, the age-spotted hand trembling slightly in the sunlight: "The badge... let me see it."

Zi Lingtian took out the new student badge from his pocket and handed it over with both hands. Wang Dong followed suit.

The old man took the two badges, squinted at them for a while with his cloudy eyes, and then slowly said, "Your dormitory is... number 108, the first room on the left on the second floor. The floors above the fourth floor are girls' dormitories. Boys are not allowed to go up there, or they will be punished if they are caught."

He raised his hand and pointed shakily toward the stairs.

Zi Lingtian accepted the badge and bowed slightly again: "Thank you, grandpa."

Wang Dong also thanked him, and then the two headed towards the stairs. After a few steps, Wang Dong couldn't help but look back at the old man, only to find that he had closed his eyes again, resuming his previous sleeping state, as if the conversation had never happened.

"That old man is so strange," Wang Dong said to Zi Lingtian in a low voice. "He's so old and still working as a dormitory supervisor. Doesn't the academy worry about him overworking himself?"

Zi Lingtian did not respond.

Of course, he wouldn't tell Wang Dong that the old man who looked like he could be blown away by the wind was one of the most powerful Limit Douluo on the Douluo Continent, the pillar of Shrek Academy, and the Dragon God Douluo Mu En, whom even Tang San had to be wary of.

Some things are better known to as few people as possible.

The sound of their footsteps gradually faded away in the stairwell, and the corridor returned to silence.

Moon lay on the wicker chair, eyes closed, breathing slowly and evenly, appearing no different than before. But beneath his closed eyelids, a storm raged in his cloudy eyes, a storm beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

Level 63.

An eleven-year-old Soul Emperor with six rings.

Mu En had lived for over three hundred years, seen countless geniuses, and nurtured countless powerful individuals, but he had never encountered such a being. Eleven-year-old Soul Emperors were not unheard of—in Shrek Academy's long history, one or two such figures had indeed appeared. But those individuals either inherited the legacy of ancient gods or forcibly elevated themselves by consuming supreme treasures of heaven and earth; each had a unique reason and background.

But Zi Ling Tian is different.

When Mu En's divine sense probed his body, he didn't sense the superficiality of external support, but rather the solid and weighty foundation. This child's soul power wasn't forcibly infused, but cultivated step by step—each step was extremely steady, each layer was extremely solid, like an ancient tree that had grown in fertile soil for hundreds of years, with deep roots and lush branches.

What concerned Moon even more was the faint fluctuation of power within his body.

It wasn't soul power, nor martial soul, but something deeper. Mu En had lived for over three hundred years and was familiar with every power system on the Douluo Continent, but he had never seen or heard of the fluctuations in the power within Zi Lingtian's body.

It was an ancient and profound power, as if it had existed since the beginning of the universe.

Mu En tried to probe deeper with his divine sense, but the power seemed to sense the intrusion and instantly retreated to the deepest part of Zi Lingtian's body, disappearing without a trace. Mu En did not continue to investigate—not because he couldn't catch up, but because he sensed something within that power that made his heart tremble.

It wasn't a threat, it wasn't hostility, but... a crushing defeat on a higher level.

Like an ant looking up at the sky, all it sees is an endless dome, which it can never reach.

Mu En sighed inwardly and turned his attention to the "boy" beside Zi Lingtian.

Wang Dong. Eleven years old, a level 35 Great Soul Master, with the Martial Soul of the Goddess of Light Butterfly. His talent is equally astonishing—level 35 is already top-tier among the freshmen of Shrek Academy. If it weren't for Zi Lingtian's dazzling level 63, Wang Dong should have been the most eye-catching genius among this year's freshmen.

Is the Goddess of Light Butterfly actually disguised as a man? Interesting. Mu En found it very interesting and naturally didn't intend to expose them. He wanted to see what these two young people were up to.