The news that Lingbing Douluo had returned truly put the Shrek Academy's higher-ups at ease. Although it was regrettable that Longdie Douluo couldn't return, if they really had to choose between the two, they would still choose Huo Yuhao.
After all, this was the Spirit Pagoda Master, Honorary Pavilion Master of the Sea God Pavilion, one of the Shrek Seven Devils, the Eye of Asura, the only successful participant in the Ultimate Individual Soldier Project, and the Spirit Ice Douluo. Of course, this might be related to their lack of knowledge about Tang Wutong's background, but Huo Yuhao advised them it was best not to know. Huo Yuhao only felt guilty towards Tang Wutong for not promptly warning his good brother not to jump into the trap. Tang Wutong had previously mentioned that she secretly ran down here to play when she was a child; she would likely be furious for a while after realizing this was a one-way trip. He'd better calm himself down for a while until she figured out a way to come down.
Before he knew it, he had walked from the Sea God Pavilion to the shore of the Sea God Lake, so he simply sat down cross-legged, letting the gentle breeze ruffle his slightly long hair. He closed his eyes, and memories flooded back into his mind.
Counting from Qiu'er's sacrifice, how many years had he unknowingly been someone's puppet? Damn Qiankun Wenqing Valley! He'd find a chance to bury it later; anyway, the connection with the divine realm was severed, so there was no point in keeping it. Although the Holy Spirit Cult had suffered heavy losses, remnants remained, and as long as martial spirits existed, the problem of evil soul masters couldn't be fundamentally solved. Currently, the only way to prevent the emergence of new evil soul masters was through martial spirit evolution and controlling those with evil martial spirits from a young age. He wasn't particularly worried about the development of the Soul Guidance Department. After this battle, if the school didn't invest more money in training soul guides, it only showed that those in power were arrogant and self-righteous. The synergy between soul guides and soul masters would only improve; in the future, perhaps even a small amount of soul power would be enough to drive powerful soul guides, and everyone would be a soul master.
And what about him? He'd think to himself, "I'll see if I live that long." Even as the chosen one, he had no right to interfere with the existing evolutionary trajectory of the Douluo Continent. On one hand, doing so might incur divine retribution, and he himself could suffer a backlash; on the other hand, he eagerly anticipated how the Douluo civilization would develop, and what kind of new world awaited him when he opened his eyes again ten thousand years later.
When that time comes, will I be able to experience a new life as "Huo Yuhao" again?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look in a certain direction—the last flawless place, the far north ice plains.
A few days later, after handing over all his work, Lingbing Douluo announced within Shrek Academy that he would no longer appear, and the outside world's impression of him remained stuck on the moment he disappeared on the battlefield. Although the Seven Devils were reluctant to see him go, they supported him in doing what he wanted to do. After bidding farewell to his friends, Huo Yuhao embarked on his journey to the far north.
Some time later, in an ice cave in the far north, the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm found the place where it had once slumbered. It had rested here for a long time until an accident occurred decades ago, leading it on a legendary journey with a boy blinded by hatred. Now it had finally returned and would once again fall into slumber; it all felt like a dream. The Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm thought to itself, its original daydream of becoming a god had been thwarted by fate, making that elusive dream a reality. Its self-proclaimed title of Heavenly Dream was not in vain. Its consciousness gradually blurred; Huo Yuhao seemed to be about to fully enter hibernation. The Heavenly Dream gazed at the familiar yet unfamiliar ice marrow on the ceiling and closed its eyes.
Goodnight, Yuhao. Sweet dreams.