The shores of Poseidon Lake were unusually bustling outside of the Poseidon Festival period.
Gazing at the handsome blue-haired youth and the golden ancient tree shining like a light bulb, the elders of the Sea God Pavilion admitted they had never seen anything like it before, but were utterly overwhelmed with excitement. The legendary Spirit Ice Douluo, who had supposedly become a god, was right before their eyes, accompanied by a sight rarely seen in a millennium—the golden ancient tree radiating a rich life force, as if greeting an old friend. These elders, usually decisive and stern, were now as excited as children. What a joke! That was Spirit Ice Douluo! How many of them hadn't idolized him as children! And now, their idol was right before their eyes!! Such an honor—who wouldn't be bewildered?!
The above is from the perspective of the Grand Secretaries.
From Huo Yuhao's perspective, he was actually quite bewildered, even though he had awakened ten thousand years in the future as expected.
It turned out that sleeping in the far north was an extremely wise choice, because as soon as he activated his mental detection, he discovered that at least half of the surrounding icebergs had melted, and traces of human life had even spread to the far north. Expanding his mental detection further, he discovered that the continental plates had also shifted. Therefore, he decided to understand the situation in the outside world before venturing out. Within ten minutes, he learned about the establishment of the Douluo Federation, the civilian use of soul tools, the near extinction of soul beasts, and the unyielding Shrek Academy. However, understanding was one thing, accepting it was another. The first two were manageable, but how could soul beasts be on the verge of extinction after he had already established the Spirit Pagoda? There were only two possibilities: either the Spirit Pagoda had long since died, or it had betrayed its original purpose. After a moment's thought, he decided to go to Shrek Academy to learn about the situation. After all, he had only just awakened, and his strength hadn't fully recovered. He was also unaware of the current state of cutting-edge technology, and going alone to confront the Spirit Pagoda was not in line with his cautious nature. At the same time, he wanted to see how Shrek Academy's soul tool system was developing, thus integrating into modern society. Finally, just half an hour after waking up, Huo Yuhao, the only successful member of the Extreme Individual Soldier Project, took out a flying soul tool of the same age from a soul tool storage device that was already ten thousand years old, turned the simulated soul skill to maximum power, and then flew alone to Shrek City, which was thousands of miles away.
With his formidable physical prowess, he didn't stop for a moment. His journey was exceptionally smooth; no detectors detected his presence. Under the cover of night, he arrived outside Shrek City in about six or seven hours. Shrek City was now dozens of times larger than before, and even in the dead of night, the city was brightly lit. He marveled at how rigorous the education of Soul Masters was, with each generation more demanding than the last, while simultaneously using his mental exploration to locate Sea God Lake and the Golden Ancient Tree. Clearly, finding landmarks and flying there was far more efficient than honestly asking for directions or using a map to enter through the main gate. To his surprise, even after reaching the theoretically heavily guarded inner courtyard, no one had detected his disguise. Like a wanderer returning home late at night, he slowly walked along the familiar yet unfamiliar roads, the lamplight casting a long, nonexistent shadow.
Just like ten thousand years ago, he stood by the golden tree for a long time, from perhaps two or three in the morning until sunrise. He didn't speak, quietly waiting for his old friend to open its eyes from its nap, wanting to bring it the joy of reuniting with a friend of ten thousand years. But it seemed he had used too much force; the golden tree was clearly startled when it sensed his outstretched spiritual attack, its shock outweighing its joy. He was still wondering why the ancient tree reacted this way, because logically it should remember him. But the ancient tree, like a joyful child, emitted a light from its trunk like an excited blush, and soon the light became dazzling. Many people noticed this scene and gathered around, but they didn't seem to see through Huo Yuhao's simulation; they just stared blankly at the golden tree, which they had never seen so bright before. More and more people gathered, and many even sat cross-legged to meditate, feeling the life force emanating from the ancient tree. Finally, several elders whose cultivation was estimated to be above the Title Douluo level arrived and explained the situation to the students, and the onlookers left. The shores of Sea God Lake returned to tranquility.
"Would you be willing to come out and meet me?" Huo Yuhao looked in the direction of the voice and saw a Limit Douluo gazing in the direction of the Golden Tree. So he waved his hand, deactivated the simulation, and extended his hand to the Limit Douluo with what he thought was a friendly expression: "Greetings, sir. My name is Huo Yuhao. I have come here with some important matters I wish to inquire about. As for my identity and stance, you should be able to confirm them in the records of the Sea God Pavilion from ten thousand years ago."
Then everyone on the field except Huo Yuhao stared at him with a shocked expression as if they had seen a living dead. Huo Yuhao was completely confused. Before he could ask anything, about seven or eight people were launched into the air and flew out of his sight, probably to check the data.
Yuhao, who had previously believed himself to be just a passerby from ten thousand years ago, was actually worried that his information had been destroyed over time and that he would be unable to prove his identity.
But the problem clearly wasn't there. Everyone's gaze seemed to scream "I know you!" He was now praying he didn't share a name with some future, utterly wicked villain.
"You...you really are Elder Huo Yuhao??" Mo Fang, the current head of the Sea God Pavilion, felt as if hundreds of soul-guided cannons had exploded in his mind. "No, I don't doubt your identity. On the contrary, the resonance of the Golden Tree has already explained everything." He raised his withered eyes, which did not match his youthful appearance. "I'm just very surprised that you've returned," he paused.
"After all, didn't you already become a god and leave Douluo Continent? Is your return this time a decree issued by the God Realm?"
It turns out that the giant statue we just passed was really me! But how did they know I had become a god?
However, he merely blinked and replied, "It has nothing to do with the divine realm, and it's not something I can explain clearly in a short time."
Then the elders present clearly saw this charming ancestor from ten thousand years ago wink.
Thus, the scene at the beginning occurred.
Everyone: Senior, could you show us that? It's that one.
Huo: ? What, which one?
The crowd: A legendary detection technique.
Huo: So it turns out it's about spiritual sharing.
Everyone: Who wouldn't want to frantically collect photos of their childhood idols?
Huo: Okay.