“Eye of Fate” pendant soul tool, Huo Yuhao’s main focus shifted to guiding Snow Lady in her cultivation.
Unlike his previous life, where his fervent devotion to Shrek Academy’s glory—like a cult member’s狂热 to their organization—had made him obsessively fixated on winning the tournament, in this life he was indifferent to victory or defeat itself.
Moreover, from his current perspective, soul masters colliding in the arena for the world to watch was no different from slaves in a colosseum—a form of self-discipline imposed upon themselves.
But Huo Yuhao also understood that this mindset was bound to be rejected by those who had embarked on the soul master path in this era.
Having set foot on the soul master cultivation path, Snow Lady naturally needed to prove herself through her performance in this continent-wide advanced soul master academy tournament.
With Huo Yuhao’s abilities as a former Divine King, guiding her in this regard was a trivial matter.
In his spare time, drawing from his previous life’s experience, Huo Yuhao mapped out the most ideal soul master cultivation path for Snow Lady.
“How ironic—the path that countless people have exhausted their minds exploring and studying is nothing but a table of leftovers.” During these days, watching Snow Lady—like Ye Guyi, and like his past self—seize every opportunity to meditate and cultivate arduously, Huo Yuhao closed the Ultimate Douluo records in his “Spectator” interface and sighed.
Until the time when his father-in-law “Tang the Pure’s” holy grandson Lan Xuan Yu attained the Way, for countless years—including he, Huo Yuhao, among them—countless humans had poured untold effort into the soul master cultivation path.
Yet none of them, prior to becoming gods, had ever realized that the soul master path was merely an imitative path that replicated the bloodline powers of soul beasts.
And before he had invented soul spirits in his previous life through Elder I’s legacy, the Douluo Continent had scarcely even possessed the concept of replicating bloodlines and skills, let alone the art of replication itself.
In other words, for all these years, any soul master inheriting a martial soul had merely been developing a black box whose principles were unknown.
And the true origin of this black box was, for that Silver Dragon in the Star Dou Forest, nothing more than leftover residue.
In this regard, what difference was there between the lives of countless soul masters and wasted years?
Because most of their cultivation was essentially equivalent to staring blankly into space.
It was just that no one had pierced the veil of this emperor’s new clothes.
Thus, having seen through this, Huo Yuhao—in contrast to the diligence of Snow Lady and Ye Guyi—had been quite at ease during this period.
By activating the “Eye of Fate,” he could experience a thousand years of someone else’s meditation in a single day.
This gave his soul power a foundation that was a thousand or ten thousand times greater than that of soul masters at the same level—because of the thorough filtration of extraneous factors, its purity was beyond compare.
What use did this foundation have?
His previous life’s experience told Huo Yuhao that internally, it had little significant effect on a soul master.
But externally, its important function was: it was easily noticed by deities in the divine realm.
This was also the essence of the so-called immortal herbs and spirit roots on the Douluo Continent.
They did not change the user’s essence; they merely made the user’s data look better on several entry indicators set by the divine realm.
In this life, Huo Yuhao knew what the latent dangers of places like the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Eye in the Sunset Forest were.
He dared not go to those places, and thus could not fully resolve the issue of his innate Level 1 soul power constitution.
Moreover, to leave a way out for Brother Tianmeng and the others, Huo Yuhao had not even fully absorbed their origins.
Before the “Eye of Fate” was completed, aside from a wisp of divine sense from his previous life as a Divine King, he had still not escaped the identity of a “failure.”
In other words, after successfully creating this “Eye of Fate,” he no longer had to rely on places like the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Eye or Shrek, which were under Tang San’s control.
This was the unconventional path Huo Yuhao had carved out for himself.
For Huo Yuhao, the current regret was that this path had only just been opened and could not yet be used by Snow Lady, Brother Tianmeng, Elder I, or the Ice Empress.
Aside from staying holed up in Room 411 of the Mingyue Hotel to cultivate and guide his companions’ cultivation, Huo Yuhao had also been entrusted by his teacher Xuan Ziwen to help design a solution to prevent energy loss in soul power storage devices—commonly known as “milk bottles.”
Through Xuan Ziwen, Huo Yuhao also learned of news from the three Douluo nations—now to be called the four Douluo nations.
Because Star Luo City had become the frontline of the standoff between the Western and Eastern Star Luo Empires, the originally scheduled continent-wide advanced soul master academy tournament had been cancelled and relocated to the Sun Moon Empire.
As Huo Yuhao had anticipated, the tournament, which should have been held in Star Luo, was now to be hosted by Mingdu—the city originally slated to host the next tournament!
What Huo Yuhao focused on, however, was the composition of Shrek Academy’s participants!
Chen Zifeng, Gongyang Mo, Xi Xi…
Gazing at the names on Shrek’s participant list, Huo Yuhao narrowed his eyes.
“So, will you all make it to the arena unscathed?” Huo Yuhao continuously recalled every detail of the journey to the Star Luo Empire for the tournament in his previous life.
With a Super Douluo leading the escort, a Soul King-level evil soul master had successfully crippled Shrek Academy’s younger generation and nearly escaped unscathed.
How could this be anything but a joke?
The only explanation was that both Xuan Zi, the Super Douluo, and that Soul King-level Death God’s Emissary had issues.
That day, after completing the registration with Snow Lady and reviewing the list of participating parties, Huo Yuhao returned to the Mingyue Hotel and immediately began communicating with Elder I, the Ice Empress, and the others in his spiritual sea.
“Elder I, you once told me that you were the Child of Light and were favored by your plane—just as I am favored by the Douluo plane.
Do you think the变故 during the journey to the tournament was the plane paving the way for my subsequent performance, or…”
“It should not be the doing of this plane,” Ilex said solemnly.
“You have not walked far on the path of necromancy, so you do not know that any normal plane is deeply resistant to the path of necromancy.
Because the evolution of a normal planet into a plane, and the evolution of that plane, both rely on the power of life.
Death force is a power diametrically opposed to life.”
“If the plane could accept evil soul masters who cultivate necromantic power as tools to achieve its purposes, or if it could embrace death, it would not use heavenly tribulations that bring death as punishment for us soul beasts,” the Ice Empress’s clear, cold voice rang through Huo Yuhao’s spiritual sea at this point.
“It seems that my father-in-law, beneath his polished exterior, is not as averse to the darkness he despises as he claims to be.
This is not even merely a matter of emotion.” After hearing Elder I’s account, Huo Yuhao more or less understood the truth behind that incident.
The melancholy on his face faded, replaced by a look of amusement.
“If the Tang family orchestrated that incident back then to test Elder I’s caliber—then in this life, those便宜 senior and junior brothers of mine from my previous life will be able to make it here safely.
Now, if the Tang family wants to test matters concerning me, they can only do so in the Sun Moon Empire.”
“Knock, knock…”
On the afternoon before the tournament’s start, hearing the knock on his door, Huo Yuhao knew that Ye Guyi had come to clean the room again.
Opening the door, he saw the shapely young girl.
As time passed, the developing Ye Guyi had become sweet and alluring.
As Ye Guyi drew near, Huo Yuhao felt a warm aura emanating from her.
This warm fluctuation was naturally the sacred aura with its attributes concealed.
“Miss Ye, with all sorts of people coming and going here lately, you must be careful.”
The situation in the Star Luo Empire had not escalated to the point of irreconcilable conflict—it was merely deadlocked, which had improved Ye Guyi’s mood considerably these days.
Hearing his concern, she returned a smile.
“Thank you for your worry.
I won’t reveal my martial soul before others.”
Catching a glimpse of Ye Guyi’s stunningly beautiful face, Huo Yuhao thought: “Are all Angels this carefree?
If you revealed your true appearance, countless people would want to pluck this flower.”
With a helpless expression, he said to her, “Take some time off during the tournament days.
The people coming and going from the Mingyue Hotel during this period won’t be ordinary folks.”
“You want me to quit?
But if I don’t work, who will support me?” Ye Guyi was stunned.