In the impeccably clean dormitory, Huo Yuhao lay listlessly on Wang Dong'er's bed.
Feeling the temperature that had long since cooled, and gently inhaling the scent that had long since dissipated, it was as if the beauty was still by my side, as if everything from the past remained unchanged.
The blood-red seventh spirit ring had already condensed without anyone noticing, and the most difficult thing for ordinary people, the spiritual spirit core, had already shown signs of condensation during this month of silence.
However, at less than 17 years old, he became a level 70 Soul Saint, and had already condensed a Soul Power Core, and his Spiritual Core had also begun to show signs of autonomy. This was an amazing achievement for countless Soul Masters.
But it couldn't bring the young man any joy; it only made him live in silent regret, recalling the past with such... heartbreaking sorrow.
creak...
The dormitory door was gently pushed open, and a decaying old man with a gaunt face and an aura of death walked in.
"Cough cough cough... Yuhao, Xuanzi has been saved now. He'll recover in about ten years at most. The academy has negotiated with the Haotian Sect, and they don't want to send that girl here again. Now, you..."
"Unwilling? Hahaha... Perfect, I don't want to see her either. She's just Tang Wutong, not my Dong'er!"
"Elder Mu!"
With a soft call, looking at the old man whose days were numbered, Huo Yuhao got off the bed, knelt down and bowed gently to him, then stood up again, walked past the silent Mu En, leaving only his firm words echoing in this warm yet cold space.
"Elder Mu, I'm leaving. Shrek Academy can't give me what I want! I'll come back in ten years! I'll come back and change everything!"
"If...if that little lion comes, spare her life! We...we're all just playthings!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying pressure that was almost at the limit of a Douluo was released. When Mu En looked back, Huo Yuhao had already left.
Are they all toys?
The aged old man looked back at the statue of the Asura God standing in Shrek Academy, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes, which was instantly replaced by bitterness.
"In the end, it leaves a glimmer of hope for future generations..."
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"You've arrived?"
A faint voice echoed in Huo Yuhao's mind. Huo Yuhao, who had flown all the way to the Sun and Moon Continent and entered the inner world through a special secret method, had just revealed himself in this unique spiritual world when he was noticed by Lin Hao, who was in a semi-sleep state.
The instantaneous shift in space brought Huo Yuhao back to the Tree of Life, where he once again saw that ancient tree, though clearly aged, was as vast and magnificent as an ancient star of life.
"Please, senior, save Dong'er! Please, senior, save Dong'er..."
Huo Yuhao, who was devastated, seemed to have grasped at a straw. He knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly as he approached Lin Hao, hoping that this powerful figure who had already entered the Divine Realm would point him in the right direction.
"From a certain perspective, your Wang Dong'er is not actually dead, or rather, she has always been Tang Wutong! Her memories were sealed by her father and she was sent here, where she gradually developed a personality over more than ten years."
"Now, she has only lost all her memories of being with you, and now, all her memories are already deep in the soul of that little lion."
"Find that memory, use Martial Soul Fusion to unite your minds, import the memory, write the personality, and rekindle the emotions she shared with you. In this way, she will return."
"So, what about the little lion?"
The perfect and feasible method instantly brightened Huo Yuhao's dim eyes, but when he thought of the little lion that had merged with half of Dong'er's soul, Huo Yuhao vaguely felt that forcibly searching the soul and extracting memories would cause serious damage to the person being treated.
In the end, he suppressed the urge to act and asked about the consequences of not wanting to harm the little lion. After all, even if it was only for Dong'er's sake, all he really wanted was to extract half of Dong'er's soul...
"Forcibly searching the soul will damage the three souls and seven spirits, causing mild dementia or even death! Moreover..."
He paused for a moment after speaking.
This triggered a look of terror in Huo Yuhao's eyes.
As expected, Lin Hao's next words made Huo Yuhao feel what despair was!
"If you could have brought your girlfriend and the lion cub to me before this happened, I might have been able to collect the scattered fragments of your girlfriend's soul and, together with the half of her soul that hadn't yet merged with the lion cub's, help him recover! But now..."
"I'm sorry, child, but in my perception, their souls have completely merged. Although they haven't become one, they have already influenced and infected each other. Even if a powerful expert who is proficient in the way of the soul were to painstakingly separate their souls, it would be too late!"
A thunderous roar reverberated through Huo Yuhao's mind.
At that moment, he felt so helpless and panicked, as if he had returned to the moment when his mother passed away.
"...Hahahahaha...Hahahahaha..."
Heart-wrenching, maniacal laughter echoed across the field.
The girl he loved most was torn in two right beside him. One body was empty and ignorant, having long forgotten everything about them. The other body possessed all their memories, yet it merged with another soul. Apart from a few remaining memories in his own mind, there was nothing else to prove that she had ever existed.
Her once blue eyes were now tinged with crimson, a color of madness, despair, sorrow, and numbness…
Under the constant pressure and tearing of various emotions, Huo Yuhao, whom Lin Hao most hoped for, was finally born amidst repeated moments of despair.
"Thank you for clearing up my doubts, senior. I am currently very confused about the future. I wonder if you could help me..."
Before he finished speaking, a peculiar token appeared in his hand, with the words "Heroic Spirit" written in bold, silver strokes. Huo Yuhao could vaguely sense the connection between the token in his hand and this world.
"If a person is powerful enough, so powerful that even heaven and earth cannot defy him, he is capable of altering time and traversing the past and future! And that realm... is called Creation..."
A faint Daoist voice entered his ears, and then Huo Yuhao was directly teleported out of this deepest inner world and returned to reality.
"Change time! Travel through the past and future! Creator!"
Muttering the only words he remembered, Huo Yuhao looked at the Hall of Heroes token in his hand with increasingly bright eyes. His gaze sharpened, and he directly channeled his soul power into it.
Then, accompanied by a spatial teleportation sensation that he had gradually become accustomed to, Huo Yuhao arrived at an open space and saw a figure he had been dreaming of seeing at this moment.
It was a figure holding the Asura Blood Sword in his right hand and the Haotian Divine Hammer in his left, with the Blue Silver Emperor behind him connecting heaven and earth. He wore Soul Bone Divine Armor, and his eyes glowed with purple light, constantly intimidating people's minds.
"Tang San!!!"
His eyes, which had just regained their clarity, turned bloodshot again. After letting out a furious roar, Huo Yuhao conjured an ice sword and charged towards Tang San's illusory figure.
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