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

Chapter 935 Huo Yuhao's Fury

"Without my painstaking efforts to set up the barrier and withstand the erosion, the Crimson Domain would have already launched a massive invasion, plundered that super artifact, and turned this realm into a dead zone!"

Huo Yuhao's words were like swords, piercing Di Tian fiercely:

"The world calls me a hero and sings the praises of my achievements."

"But I've been this hero... for ten thousand years! A full ten thousand years!!"

Huo Yuhao's chest rose and fell slightly, as if his spirit-condensed body was also experiencing a real emotional storm.

He raised his hand, pointing to the empty sky, as if recounting those long years:
"Six thousand years ago, the Crimson Domain accumulated power and launched an unprecedented invasion. The strong of that era were dwindling, and the civilization was extremely fragile. It crumbled under the iron hooves of the abyss, and the entire continent was on the verge of extinction!"

His voice carried a pain and resolve that transcended time:
"It was I who sensed the lamentations of my homeland in the plane of the dead, forcibly tore through space, and led the army of the dead back."

"It was I who stood up when all beings were in despair. It was I who, with these eyes, watched my body crumble under the corrosion of the abyss, watched my soul being peeled away and burned bit by bit, before finally repelling them. And with my remaining power, combined with the origin of the plane, I used my body as a shield and my soul as a guide to set up the ultimate barrier that isolates the Crimson Domain!"

He stared intently at Di Tian, ​​his spiritual eyes seeming to burn with flames, yet also to hold the icy chill accumulated over millennia.

"I love this planet deeply, and for that reason, I paid a price you cannot imagine. I stripped away nearly half of my soul, and my entire body was permanently imprisoned in the core of the barrier, enduring ten thousand years of loneliness and erosion!"

"That's how we saved Douluo Star, and indirectly saved that kid named Lu Jun and his super artifact!"

His voice rose again, carrying an almost obsessive force:

"Now, all I need are you, all I need is this planet, to repay me even a little bit, to help me obtain that super artifact that is inherently compatible with my attributes, to lend me a hand, so that I can truly and completely step into the supreme realm of the God King!"

"Why not? Isn't this what I deserve?!"

He practically shouted his last words, his mental energy transforming into a tangible shockwave that scraped away a layer of ground within a radius of several hundred meters.

dusty.

Di Tian stood amidst the mental storm, his black robes billowing and his long hair dancing wildly, but his golden dragon eyes remained fixed on Huo Yuhao, showing no sign of backing down.

He roared, and the sound temporarily withstood the mental impact:

"But the Ice Abyss Sword is not your spoils of war. Your desire to seize it by force is simply to use the power of the ultimate artifact to forcefully break through and solidify that ethereal Supreme God King realm."

"You keep saying you love this planet and will protect it for millennia, but in reality... deep down you're just trying to satisfy your own ambition and obsession!"

"Ambition? Obsession?"

Huo Yuhao's spiritual body let out a short, cold laugh, filled with endless weariness and a sense of desolation as if he had seen through the ways of the world.

"Di Tian, ​​you have lived for hundreds of thousands of years and witnessed the rise and fall of countless civilizations. Do you still not understand this simplest of truths?"

His voice lowered, yet carried a resolute, undeniable, and brutal truth:
Only absolute power can safeguard absolute peace!

He raised his hand again, and his mental power sketched out clear and tragic images in the air.

That was the scene from six thousand years ago when the Crimson Realm invaded.

The bustling city was reduced to scorched earth billowing black smoke in the crimson tide; the corpses of powerful soul masters and enormous soul beasts piled up like mountains, corroded beyond recognition.

Desperate cries and the roars of abyssal creatures intertwine to form a hellish symphony... a horrifying and suffocating sight.

"Look closely! This is the consequence of not having absolute power. If I possessed the power of a supreme god-king, would the Crimson Realm dare to repeatedly gnaw, erode, and invade like a leech?!"

"Ten thousand years ago, if I had the cultivation of a Supreme God King, I would have already stormed into the God Realm and dragged that high and mighty Tang San down from his pedestal!" "My relatives and friends would not have died because of this, and would not have been so miserable that I had to ask you to take my child and fly away to the Douluo Continent, where I could only live a life of eking out a living!"

His finger pointed to the horrific projections, his voice like the low growl of a wounded beast:
"I don't want history to repeat itself. I don't want to watch everything I love be destroyed and devoured before my eyes again. Tell me, Di Tian—"

His gaze, sharp as a sword, pierced the silent beast god:
"Do you really want Douluo Star, the Star Dou Great Forest, and your people to... relive that hellish tragedy from ten thousand years ago?!"

"..."

Ditian was silent.

His golden dragon eyes reflected the tragic scenes from ten thousand years ago, as well as the intense, almost obsessive guardian before him.

The heavy, almost overflowing anger, resentment, sacrifice, and near-desperate obsession with protecting Huo Yuhao's character were palpable in his words...

He understood better than anyone else present.

Because he, too, had spent countless years alone watching over and carrying heavy burdens for the continuation of the soul beast race.

Only the howling wind remained on the ruins, stirring up fine dust.

After a long while, Huo Yuhao's intense emotions seemed to calm down slightly.

He looked at the silent Di Tian, ​​his tone returning to its previous indifference, even carrying a hint of barely perceptible emotion.

"Of course, Di Tian, ​​I am not entirely without relief."

He said calmly.

"At least, seeing that you are stronger than you were back then, even after ten thousand years. A first-level god, not bad. This era has ultimately given birth to new powerful beings."

He abruptly changed the subject, his voice carrying a complex and enigmatic meaning:

"But... I need a little more time. I need to use these eyes to see for myself what Douluo Star, this place I've protected for so many years, has become after ten thousand years?"

Is it still worth it for me to continue giving everything to protect it?

Di Tian looked up, his golden dragon eyes suddenly contracting:

"What do you want to do?!"

"I don't want to do anything."

Huo Yuhao's spiritual body gently shook his head, and his usually straight back seemed to show an almost imperceptible curve of fatigue at this moment.

"I'm just... tired."

His voice was soft, yet it carried the weight of millennia of history:

"I don't want to be the hero people talk about anymore. I've played that role for ten thousand years."

He paused, a hint of confusion and self-mockery flashing in his bright eyes:

"Ten thousand years... what have I gained? Praise? Legend? Or this shackle that binds me to the planet, subjecting me to eternal erosion?"

(End of this chapter)