Douluo: This Legend of the Dragon King is not quite right

"If he is stronger than me..." Huo Yuhao's tone was terrifyingly calm, as if he were stating a fact that had nothing to do with him, "then, it is not impossible for me to fight alongside him, to storm the God Realm together, and to overthrow the old order."

"In fact, if he truly possesses the strength and magnanimity to surpass me, it wouldn't be impossible for me, Huo Yuhao, to submit to him, serve him as my master, and help him become the new king of the God Realm."

At this point, his tone suddenly turned chilling and sharp, and the suppressed ferocity and murderous aura around him stirred slightly, like a ferocious beast awakened from its slumber.
"But he's not as strong as me now!"

"Therefore, as a weapon, it should have the awareness of a weapon. No matter how powerful or special a super artifact is, in essence, it is still just an object. It should be obediently held in the hands of a master who can truly unleash its power and control its destiny."

His gaze was sharp as a knife, as if piercing through space and fixing directly on Lu Jun in the distance.

"With his help, I will be more confident in fighting against, and even overthrowing, the entire God Realm on my own. I will then be able to complete my final revenge against Tang San and that false God Realm!"

"Yuhao...you...you can't be so extreme!"

Tianmeng Bingcan anxiously advised, her mental state fluctuating wildly.

"Everything is negotiable, and there's always room for negotiation. We can talk to him; cooperation doesn't necessarily have to be based on control!"

“Brother Tianmeng.” Huo Yuhao interrupted it, his voice lowered, and he growled in a low voice with a pained tone, “Thank you for your advice. But, everything that happened ten thousand years ago… you clearly experienced it with me.”

"My wife, Ju Zi, and my friends Ye Guyi, Ji Juechen, Jing Ziyan, Nan Qiuqiu, and others all died in front of me. I could only watch them die helplessly, and could only rely on their desperate efforts to hold off the enemy so that I could survive and leave in a sorry state."

Huo Yuhao kept his eyes tightly closed, and he trembled with anger whenever he thought about what had happened.

"I hate it, I hate my own powerlessness, I hate my own weakness. In the end, all I could do was ask Di Tian to send my descendants to a distant continent, so that they could never return to Douluo Continent."

He paused, as if those long-buried wounds still burned in his soul, finally turning into a cold sigh:

All of this proves a bloody truth.

"Without sufficient power, you can't even protect your closest and dearest people! You can only watch helplessly as they suffer, endure hardship, and even... pass away!"

"In pursuit of absolute power sufficient to protect everything and overturn injustice, I, Huo Yuhao, am willing to pay any price and bear all the consequences!"

His words were resolute, carrying an undeniable madness:
"Therefore, on my path, there is no such thing as extreme or non-extreme, only... success and failure, life and death!"

After saying that, Huo Yuhao stopped looking in the direction of the valley, as if everything that was about to happen there was already within his calculations and control.

He slowly turned around, his long blue hair drawing a cold arc in the wind.

"Let's go, Brother Tianmeng."

His voice returned to its previous calm, as if the emotional outburst had never happened.

"Things here are temporarily settled, we should head back. We've been out long enough, and if we stay away for too long, those shrewd old foxes from the Qian Gu family might notice something amiss."

"Sigh... alright, alright." Tianmeng Ice Silkworm sighed helplessly, its chubby body swaying slightly, but it finally caught up with Huo Yuhao's pace.

The next moment, a barely perceptible ripple spread across the space atop the mountain, like water rippling.

Huo Yuhao and Tianmeng Ice Silkworm vanished silently from their spot, leaving no trace, as if they had never existed.

Only the swift wind howling across the mountaintop continues to blow tirelessly, recounting the brief and secretive spying that just occurred.

No one knew of his arrival...

……

Meanwhile, in a dimension far beyond mortal imagination, lies the eternal land known as the realm of gods.

The clouds and mist within the divine realm are not ordinary water vapor, but rather a manifestation of the primordial energy and rules of heaven and earth, so dense as to have materialized. They are ever-changing, sometimes surging and churning like a raging sea.

At times, it is as serene and tranquil as a maiden. Each transformation is unpredictable, yet it contains the profound truths of the universe, bringing viewers unparalleled beauty and a soul-stirring experience.

Here, every breath exhaled is imbued with the purest divine power.

If an ordinary mortal were lucky enough to come here, even just taking a breath would be enough to extend their life by ten years.

Of course, if one overestimates their abilities and takes too many breaths, the immense divine power will be far beyond what an ordinary physical body can withstand, resulting in the body exploding and death.

At the highest point of the divine realm stands a magnificent palace, seemingly forged entirely from golden divine light. Illuminated by the core aura of the divine realm, it exudes a faint yet incomparably noble golden radiance.

This is the core that controls all order and laws in the realm of gods.

Divine Council.

It possesses the supreme authority to judge all gods and also shoulders the heavy responsibility of maintaining the stability of the divine realm and governing countless planes.

The main hall of the palace is octagonal, grand and solemn.

The surrounding walls were smooth as a mirror, without any superfluous decorations. Instead, there were countless constantly changing and flashing light screens.

Each light screen connects to a life-bearing planet within its jurisdiction, reflecting the world's landscape and destiny. This is the central hub where the divine realm monitors all the heavens.

However, at this moment, most of these countless light screens presented a deathly blackness or were filled with chaotic energy turbulence.

This is because the entire Divine Realm Council, along with the divine realm under its protection, is currently being swept up and enveloped by a massive spacetime turbulence, losing most of its contact with the outside world.

In the center of the main hall, there is an antique and mysterious round table.

The round table is made of neither gold nor wood. Upon closer inspection, one can see swirling clouds beneath the tabletop, as if it contains an endless, profound starry sky, making it exceptionally mysterious.

At this moment, four figures sat around the round table, each exuding a completely different, yet equally vast, aura of divine kings.

On the left, two people are sitting.

A young man, dressed in a black robe, with neat short black hair, eyes that seemed to flicker with dark red flames, and a habitually cynical and wicked smile on his lips, was none other than the Evil God King.

Beside him stood a woman in a white robe, her fiery red hair flowing like flames down her back. Her face was exquisitely beautiful, her temperament gentle, and she possessed a purity that cleansed the soul; she was a benevolent god-king.

Sitting opposite them were a man and a woman.

The man was shrouded in a large purple cloak, which completely covered his head. Only two unsettling dark red lights could be vaguely seen flickering slowly in the shadows of the cloak, but his face was completely obscured.

Beneath the cloak, a terrifying aura seemed to be hidden, capable of destroying everything; it was none other than the God of Destruction.

The woman sitting to his left, however, was a stark contrast to him. She wore a long, light green dress that exuded boundless vitality, and her face wore a gentle and approachable smile.

Although her appearance was not as stunning as that of the benevolent god-king opposite her, her skin was covered with a faint, vibrant golden glow that made people forget the mundane and feel close to her. She was indeed the god-king of life.

The four great gods gathered together, but the atmosphere was somewhat somber.

The God of Destruction slightly raised his head, which was shrouded in a cloak. A dark red light swept across an empty seat, and a deep, discontented voice rang out, like muffled thunder rolling through the hall:
"Where's Tang San? Why hasn't he arrived yet?"

"The war of the gods is imminent. He was very confident and assured in front of those foreign god-kings."

"The meeting is now over, but there's no sign of him. What on earth is he up to?" (End of Chapter)