Douluo Continent, I, Huo Yuhao, defy fate with my spiritual eyes.

Under Wang Dong's resolute gaze, the fingertips that shimmered with a faint light slowly pressed their mark onto the center of his brow.

There was no earth-shattering energy burst.

There were no deafening sound and light effects; that faint ray of light gently, even tenderly, seeped into the depths of Wang Dong's soul.

In an instant, Wang Dong felt himself enveloped in an unprecedented warmth, and he was so comfortable soaking in the warm water that he almost groaned.

That was definitely not soul power; it was a kind of life and death power that transcended all mortal power!

It was not aggressive; it simply flowed quietly like the river of time, like an unbreakable dam, carefully protecting his terrified and shattered self-awareness.

"Keep your mind focused! The real test is yet to come!"

Huo Yuhao gritted his teeth, and the Life and Death Reincarnation Eye had been activated to its limit, which was how he constructed a powerful enough god-level force.

A reminder rang in Wang Dong's mind, which puzzled him greatly.

A test? What kind of test?

Before Wang Dong could even think it through, his consciousness was flushed out as if it had been put into a toilet bowl.

Returning from the space shrouded in gray fog to the shattered sea of ​​spirit, one can feel the upheaval that is like a cataclysmic change in the world.

boom!

As if a sleeping behemoth had been completely enraged, a completely different, domineering, and incomparably powerful azure divine power exploded from the deepest part of Wang Dong's spiritual sea, converging into a giant trident.

This power is the mark that Tang San left in Wang Dong's soul.

Because it transformed into two contradictory forces, hindering and opposing each other, the divine power fell into a deadlock.

Only then did Wang Dong's spiritual sea enter a state of detachment, and his consciousness was reborn.

But at the very moment Wang Dong's will to resist was born, these two forces from the same God-King reached a consensus for the first time.

Their goal was no longer to suppress each other, but to destroy Wang Dong's newborn, doomed, and forbidden self-awareness.

The azure trident instantly transformed into a despairing blue-purple storm, carrying the will to crush everything, sweeping towards that small, helpless island of consciousness.

Do not!

Wang Dong's consciousness trembled as he clearly sensed the will contained within the blue-purple storm.

That's not discipline!

This is not control! This is not a warning!

It's annihilation!

It was a complete and utter annihilation, leaving not a trace!

In her father's eyes, a disobedient daughter, a tool that had developed her own thoughts, was destined to be destroyed...

Without the slightest hesitation, and without even caring about this blood ties.

The last vestige of fantasy from the depths of his bloodline was shattered at this moment by a mysterious blue-purple storm.

Wang Dong's heart sank completely into a cold abyss as his illusions shattered.

She felt no anger, no sadness, only an extreme, icy clarity.

In that life-or-death moment, he finally saw clearly and realized that his father had never loved him. He realized that he and Huo Yuhao were truly no different.

"I see."

Wang Dong's consciousness fluctuated slightly, and in the deepest part of his consciousness, a barely perceptible glimmer of light stirred.

Faced with the blue-purple storm, Wang Dong felt no fear or confusion, only the courage and determination to burn his bridges.

Amidst the howling storm, Wang Dong's body swayed in the wind, seemingly on the verge of being torn apart.

Finally, the blue-purple storm arrived!

Wang Dong's consciousness was instantly swallowed up, and that familiar sense of obliteration surged up again, as if endless pain was tightening Wang Dong's nerves.

Her consciousness, memories, emotions, and everything else that is independent and free are all targets that Tang San wants to purify and erase.

Faced with god-level power, even if Wang Dong mobilized all his strength, he was as fragile as a bubble under the sun, easily torn apart and crushed.

The storm raged, cleansing away all heretics who dared to resist, repeatedly scanning the sea of ​​the mind, leaving no trace of abnormality.

From the outside, this area appears to be being purified at a visible rate.

Soon, until no independent consciousness belonging to Wang Dong could be sensed in this area anymore, it was completely ground into the finest particles and evenly spread across any part of the sea of ​​consciousness.

Everything returned to the program set by Tang San, and the blue-purple storm gradually subsided, transforming back into a trident mark and lurking deep within the sea of ​​consciousness, falling into silence.

Everything seemed to have come to an end.

However, in this cleaned-up ruin, countless fragments, even smaller than dust, are silently suspended.

Each fragment is covered by an imperceptible thin film, upon which a mysterious energy flows.

Faced with the all-consuming blue-purple storm, Huo Yuhao did not choose to confront it head-on, but instead chose to temporarily retreat.

It imprinted countless intricate marks on Wang Dong's self-awareness in an incredibly mysterious way.

It is precisely because of this that Wang Dong's core consciousness was able to be preserved piece by piece in fragment form.

They lose their activity, cease to think, cease to perceive, and become the most ordinary spiritual force, wandering in the sea of ​​spirit.

However, they do indeed exist.

He was waiting for an opportunity to awaken, an opportunity to completely cripple Tang San, and an opportunity to fully take control of his life.

In the real world, Huo Yuhao had already arranged everything. Wang Dong lay on a lawn by the Sea God Lake, breathing steadily.

Suddenly, Wang Dong's body trembled, his eyelids twitched, and he slowly opened them.

Those large, pinkish-blue eyes, which had appeared somewhat empty due to the loss of consciousness, have now regained their original brilliance.

But deep in his eyes was an even purer emptiness.

Somewhat bewildered, I looked around at the vast expanse of the lake, then at the lawn where I was lying, and my mind began to ponder.

Why am I lying here?

A hint of confusion welled up in her mind, but it was quickly replaced by a new idea, and her pinkish-blue pupils became focused.

Although I don't know why I'm here, it doesn't matter. I need to go back to the Haotian Sect. It seems there's something very important waiting for me.

Everything else, whatever happened, is insignificant compared to returning to the Haotian Sect.

Shaking her head to clear her mind, she didn't look anywhere else. She simply determined the direction and hurried along a path with her head down.

This is the direction leading to the exit of Shrek Academy.

His handsome face remained expressionless as he strode away with unwavering resolve.

After she left, Huo Yuhao slowly emerged from behind a tree, his face weak but also filled with joy and excitement.

Finally, he stopped passively waiting for Tang San's attack and began to lay the groundwork, planting the first piece next to Tang San, which was also a very important piece.