Douluo Continent: Huo Yuhao, the Thief of Heaven

Just then, Benjamin looked up.

In mid-air above the laboratory, the little gray ball representing Huo Yuhao's future reappeared, and it conjured an arm and gave a thumbs up.

Some of the older ones have already made arrangements for themselves.

The little gray ball immediately disappeared into the river of time, flowing upstream.

Benjamin understood that this was Huo Yuhao from the future arranging a leveling spot for his present self, and he felt relieved.

The Purple Spirit Wolf, lying prone in the corridor, used Huo Yuhao's spiritual power to turn another page of the book and leisurely read its contents.

The books here are all unique, priceless copies that are inaccessible to outsiders, and even the Purple Spirit Wolf would have difficulty finding them while wandering through human society.

He is very satisfied with his current life.

"It's been so long since I've had this much peace and quiet—" Zi Lingbei yawned widely.

"I remember the last time was with the third sect master of the Body Sect, the only sect master who wasn't a Body Douluo. The Spirit Eye Douluo..."

Zi Lingbei suddenly fell silent. He suddenly realized that Lingmou Douluo and Huo Yuhao were very similar, even their martial souls were exactly the same.

More importantly, it's utterly baffling that someone with such a super memory talent could have forgotten such an important experience from his beastly life.

"It's probably just my imagination."

Zi Lingbei shook her head. The Spirit Eye Douluo, who was known as the weakest sect master of the Body Sect, was a figure from six thousand years ago.

Even if he has a very faint blood relationship with Huo Yuhao now, he subconsciously starts to think that this matter is not important.

Gradually, I forgot my memories.

Ning Zhiyuan's words were very skillful. He didn't mention the destruction of his family at all, but he implied at every turn that the two children were difficult to take care of, and that it would be inconvenient for an old man like Long Xiaoyao to take care of them.

The naive Di Tian was completely taken aback, almost believing that he was Long Xiaoyao, one of the Black and White Dragons.

"Since you understand the implications, senior, why not stay and look after Qiu'er and Na'er together? You can treat the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School as your home and rest here so you can set off again," Ning Zhiyuan said with a smile as he led "Long Xiaoyao" to the door of the guest room.

"Okay, okay." Di Tian, ​​who was with two girls, could only nod coldly; he really couldn't handle the situation.

"Then I'll leave you here. I won't disturb Senior Long any longer. You three can catch up now." Ning Zhiyuan happily saw the person inside and left, his heart filled with the joy of gaining top-tier combat power.

Although Long Xiaoyao did not show any obvious inclination to help the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School, it was enough for this ultimate expert to express that he had no aversion to the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School.

He only needs to sit there and do nothing, and the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School will become a near-super power on the continent.

"Tell me, how do you plan to explain this?"

Na'er sat on the bed, crossed her legs, and looked at Wang Qiu'er with a gloomy expression.

Wang Qiu'er and Di Tian both knelt on one knee in front of her. Wang Qiu'er looked nervous and wanted to ask Di Tian for help.

Di Tian, ​​however, remained unmoved, his face grim.

"Actually, I can explain," Wang Qiu'er said, waving her hands in a panic.

"There is no chance for explanation now. You have overstepped your bounds as the master of the soul beasts. Even if you are an auspicious beast, you must be punished."

It was Di Tian who spoke.

Di Tian's tone was frighteningly cold when he spoke, completely unlike anything he would normally say.

This was unlike what Di Tian usually said to the auspicious beasts.

"Emperor, Emperor Tian..." Even if Wang Qiu'er was slow to understand, she now understood what Emperor Tian meant.

She looked left and right and realized that the atmosphere had changed.

"Di Tian, ​​do you have something to say?"

"Yes, my king, if you are still my king, the king of our soul beast race." Di Tian lowered his head even further.

Na'er frowned slightly at Di Tian's words, but she did not interrupt him.

"During these days of preparation, I've thought about many things I shouldn't have. I understand your desire to understand human thought, but do you feel you've become too deeply entangled with humanity?"

"Di Tian, ​​are you questioning me?"

"I have never questioned you, my king. I would die for you, fight to the last breath! But do you still remember our great cause?"

Di Tian's speech quickened, and his last words were almost a shout.

These insightful questions awakened the part of Na'er that belonged to the Silver Dragon King, causing her breathing to quicken and her mind to become chaotic.

"You've been immersed in human emotions for far too long, but you are still the king of our soul beast race! Look at us, your brethren, huddled in that small territory. Our habitat is being encroached upon by humans, shrinking ever smaller, making it difficult for us to move around. Didn't you say you would lead our soul beast race to revive the glory of the Dragon God era?"

"I..." Na'er closed her eyes in anguish, "The timing...the timing isn't right yet..."

"How long do you expect? We soul beasts can wait, as long as it takes. But now that you've seen unheard-of soul tools and unheard-of cultivation methods, do you still think you can wait?"

Yeah, can we wait?

Benjamin Sun had seen the Silver Dragon King's Soul Guidance Mechs before.

The basic models of those mechs are already in mass production, and each one is capable of fighting against elite soul beasts that are 30,000 years old.

But how much does it cost?

How high are the costs for drivers?

Not to mention the ongoing upgrades to the mechs by the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School. Just these mechs alone will only take another fifty... no, thirty or twenty years.

These mechs will then have enough power to defy the Heavenly Emperor, and at that time, the soul beasts will be completely domesticated.

Even if they possess soul power or even a legendary soul technique, what difference does it make? At that point, even ferocious beasts will be no different from domestic animals.

Na'er certainly had considered this point, but she was unwilling to think about it from the Silver Dragon King's perspective.

She received so much emotion from humans: the joy of friendship with her friends, the budding romance of watching the boy busy at the lab table, and even the affection of family who told her stories before bed.

These feelings plunged her into a quagmire, and she no longer wanted to return to that barbaric world.

But she is the Silver Dragon King, the supreme ruler of all soul beasts.

She had promised them, them, and them.

We must lead them to fight our way back to the God Realm and restore the glory of the Dragon Realm.

But now?

He himself was already deeply mired in the quagmire of human emotions and could hardly extricate himself, so the idea of ​​the revival of soul beasts seemed like an impossible dream that was far out of reach.

"Ah!" Na'er felt a splitting headache, as if her brain was about to split open.

Two voices were arguing fiercely in his mind; they were the Silver Dragon King and Na'er.

I want revenge! Revenge!

No, my older brother and sister are very good to me, and I like my brother too...

[No, this is unacceptable! I am the king of the Soul Beast race, I must fight!]

I love everything I have now. I'm just a girl who wants to be loved.

"Tsk tsk, could it be the Starry Sky Immortal Venerable cosplaying?"