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

Chapter 936 Huo Yuhao's satisfaction: The lineage continues, the incense still burns.
Huo Yuhao's tone suddenly turned sharp:

"Does that mean that just because I, Huo Yuhao, have been a good person and a hero for ten thousand years, when I only want to do something that I think is necessary to completely end the threat, but which may not be so honorable... then I am no longer a hero?"

"So you become an ambitious person? So you become a villain who needs to be guarded against and stopped?"

He seemed to be questioning the heavens, and also questioning the cruelty of fate and the human heart:

"What kind of world is this? Does it mean that good people should always be selfless and dedicated, and be condemned by everyone if they have even the slightest selfish thought?"

"Does being a good person your whole life mean that all your good deeds are for naught if you do one bad thing?"

"And if someone has been a villain their whole life, they can suddenly become a Buddha and win applause by doing one good deed?"

Huo Yuhao tilted his head slightly, looking up at the gloomy sky, his voice filled with suppressed pain and weariness:
“I’ve had enough… I’ve really had enough. I’ve had enough of this loneliness for the past ten thousand years, I’ve had enough of the torment of my soul being torn apart, I’ve had enough of this endless vigil and sacrifice…”

His gaze returned to Di Tian, ​​his eyes becoming incredibly crazed, without the slightest wavering:

"Right now, I just want to... end all of this immediately. In my own way."

He waved his hand, no longer looking at Di Tian:
"Go. My mind is made up and I will not change it because of any persuasion."

"Take my words back with you. I'll be waiting for you, Mr. Lu, at the old Shrek City site a month from now."

Di Tian looked at Huo Yuhao, opened his mouth, but in the end, all the words he wanted to say turned into a heavy sigh.

He gave Huo Yuhao a deep look, said nothing more, turned around, and his black figure merged into the spatial ripples, disappearing from the ruins that held too many memories and pain.

He needed to return immediately and fully inform the Silver Dragon King, Lu Jun, and the others everything that had happened here, especially Huo Yuhao's intense and obsessive words, as well as his unfathomable last words, "Let's see if Douluo Star is worth protecting now."

After Di Tian left, the ruins returned to deathly silence.

Huo Yuhao's spiritual body did not immediately return to his physical body.

He stood alone amidst the desolate evening wind and the setting sun, remaining silent for a moment.

Suddenly, his figure flickered slightly, and this figure, composed purely of spiritual power, vanished from its original spot.

The next moment, his spiritual body had traversed thousands of mountains and rivers, silently appearing above the Western Continent, on the mountain range where the Body Sect was located.

He hovered high in the sky, his indifferent gaze looking down.

There, the palaces and pavilions were built against the mountain, with a magnificent presence. The shouts and cries of disciples practicing martial arts could be faintly heard, giving the impression of an ancient sect.

His spiritual power swept across the entire sect in an instant.

When his gaze fell upon the middle-aged man who was handling affairs in the main hall, exuding a calm and powerful aura, and who had already broken through to the god level, his spiritual body's usually calm and composed eyes flickered almost imperceptibly.

He saw a faint, yet familiar aura flowing deep within the bloodline of the current sect leader of the Body Sect, a aura that resonated subtly with his own origin.

That was the bloodline he and Ju Zi left behind.

Through thousands of years of wind and rain, and the changing times, this bloodline has truly been passed down and has never been broken.

Huo Yuhao's spirit body floated quietly in the high sky, letting the mountain wind blow as it pleased.

In the depths of his spiritual eyes, which reflected the scene of the sect below, the indifference that had been frozen for millennia was finally pried open by a barely perceptible crack, and a tiny, extremely subtle, complex, and indescribable ripple spread out.

There was a moment of stunned silence, a fleeting moment of bewilderment, which ultimately transformed into an almost imperceptible comfort.

This... can be considered the only good thing that has been worth being happy about in all these ten thousand years.

He recalled the time ten thousand years ago when he met the fiercely independent yet caring elder, Du Busi.

He recalled the earnest look in his eyes when he entrusted the Body Sect to him. He had ultimately not betrayed that trust, passing on the Body Sect and even making it flourish in the Western Continent, far removed from the conflicts of the Eastern Continent, turning it into a powerful force. Although this also made the Body Sect a thorn in the side of those who worshipped Tang San, forcing it to flee far away and almost completely cut off from the mainstream Soul Master world of Douluo Continent…

But at least the tradition has not been broken, and the incense still burns.

A silent sigh, as if piercing through ten thousand years.

Huo Yuhao's spiritual body no longer lingered; his figure slowly faded, like dissipating mist, and completely disappeared into the sky above the Western Continent.

In the center of the Shrek City ruins, the original body, seated cross-legged, remains as unchanging as an ancient rock.

Only the slightly trembling, thick, raven-feather-like blue eyelashes revealed that the slight ripples in the spirit's emotions upon returning from its long journey were being slowly suppressed by the master's powerful willpower, returning to a frozen silence.

He continued to meditate with his eyes closed, his aura resonating with the two divine artifacts, stabilizing this hard-won awakening, and accumulating the power to decide his fate in the agreed-upon battle a month later.

………………

While Di Tian followed the Federation's resolution and set off for the old site of Shrek City to try to communicate and negotiate with Huo Yuhao.

Inside the study of a villa on the outskirts of Mingdu.

Under the soft light, Tang Wutong's voice finally stopped, and the last detail about that earth-shattering battle ten thousand years ago dissipated into the air.

She breathed slightly heavily, her pinkish-blue eyes looking at Lu Jun, who was deep in thought with his eyes closed, and said softly:

“I… I’m done. This is all I know about everything Huo Yuhao experienced ten thousand years ago, the abilities he displayed, the divine positions and artifacts he possessed… I’ve told you all the information I can remember.”

Lu Jun slowly opened his eyes, and deep within them, it seemed as if countless streams of information were rapidly colliding, sorting, and integrating.

He didn't speak immediately, but silently pieced together a clear outline from Tang Wutong's complex and somewhat fragmented narration.

Ten thousand years ago, the boy named Huo Yuhao's initial goal was perhaps simple and pure.

To seek revenge against the enemy who killed his mother.

However, fate pushed him onto a grander and more cruel stage.

His beloved wife, his loyal partners, and his mentors and friends... these were the people who warmed his cold heart and tempered his extreme vengeful nature.

Ultimately, in his confrontation with God King Tang San, they withered and died one after another before his eyes in various tragic or heroic ways.

All relatives and friends were lost, and the blood feud ran deep.

This accumulated pain and despair did not break him; instead, like tempered ice, it refined the extremes and obsessions that were already present in his bones to the extreme.

For the rest of his three hundred years, he abandoned almost all personal emotions, like a cold machine with a pre-programmed sequence, devoting all his energy and wisdom to two things.

They frantically improved their own strength and relentlessly promoted the revolution of soul guidance technology throughout the Douluo Continent.

Huo Yuhao reached the Limit Douluo level at the young age of twenty-something, his talent was terrifying and unprecedented.

However, the realm of gods had already closed its doors to him, and he lost the possibility of becoming a god through conventional means.

Thus began his far-reaching and more secretive scheme.

Before he disappeared from the world's sight as his life was about to end, he left behind a contingency plan.

That soul-guided chip contained his lifelong cultivation data, combat experience, and even some of his spiritual imprint, as well as a secret contract related to the origin of the plane that preserved the integrity of his soul.

(End of this chapter)