Douluo Continent, Huo Yuhao who returned from Sekiro

Chapter 481 The Fate of Murder (Daily Written Version)

"Our cooperation with the Eastern Palace has only just begun when it was attacked. I suspect it might be the Sun Moon Empire."

"It's not impossible."

A magnetic yet languid voice slowly rose, seemingly without a trace of anger.

The mist on the woman's face had not yet dissipated, and she simply said, "I need to stay in the palace to oversee things, and the Evil Emperor also needs manpower. You eight elders had better be of some use."

"I'm giving you a month. If the murderer's head doesn't appear beneath my throne after a month, you'll face the consequences."

As soon as she finished speaking, a cloud of blood mist appeared, and the woman's figure had completely disappeared.

Upon hearing this, the eight evil spirit master elders immediately felt threatened, hurriedly bowed, and answered in unison, "Yes."

Huo Yuhao's earlier predictions were entirely correct. The Holy Spirit Cult reacted in a very short time and quickly launched a massive screening that resembled a parade of a hundred ghosts.

Huo Yuhao was incredibly ruthless. Including the hideout where Nana and the others were, Huo Yuhao slaughtered nine evil soul master hideouts in one day, killing more than eighteen evil soul masters at the Soul Saint level and hundreds of evil soul masters at the Soul Emperor and Soul King levels. Among them, three were level seven Soul Masters.

So many followers were slaughtered in a single day!

There are over a hundred evil spirit masters here!

It's utterly unbelievable that something that could have destroyed a large city by virtue of its combined power has vanished so quietly from this bustling capital.

What kind of organization is this Soul Palace, and what are their interests and demands?

They raided the evil spirit master's hideout, then left no trace and disappeared silently into the night. What exactly were they planning to do?

The Holy Spirit Cult is unaware of this.

But the Holy Spirit Cult understands one thing—as long as this person or organization remains at large, they will never have peace of mind.

A thorn in one's side, a thorn in one's flesh, therefore nothing is more fitting than this.

In an instant, undercurrents surged within the dark side of Mingdu, and people from all walks of life felt insecure, with all sorts of rumors and whispers circulating.

But Huo Yuhao, the instigator, sat in a daze in the undead demiplane.

If Huo Yuhao initially established the Soul Palace simply to annoy the Holy Spirit Cult, making them unsure of his true strength and weaknesses, and at the same time to build a robust and stable intelligence network for himself, his mindset gradually changed as he destroyed these strongholds.

During this cleanup, Huo Yuhao rescued and purified tens of thousands of souls. The Myriad Soul Banner, which could enable Soul Saint-level evil soul masters to fight against Soul Douluo, and other soul tools that required vengeful souls as raw materials, made Huo Yuhao's eyes grow colder and colder.

Including those Soul Masters who need to devour the souls of the dead for cultivation, the number of victims in just these nine dens that I cleaned up may have exceeded 100,000.

One hundred thousand people.

Even Ashina Country, with a population probably in this range, is still a small country, though it cannot be compared to the shogunate that wanted to swallow up the entire East Japan.

Now, Huo Yuhao's cleansing of all the people harmed by the evil soul masters in these nine dens is equivalent to slaughtering an entire small country.

One hundred thousand people—this is a number that is almost impossible to grasp intuitively. But even if it were just ten thousand people, placed on several wide streets, they would cause the streets to be completely blocked, with a continuous stream of people.

One hundred thousand people would be enough to cramm any advanced soul master academy into the ground. Even Shrek Academy would be instantly transformed into a bustling marketplace if one hundred thousand people flooded in, paralyzing all teaching and administrative tasks of the entire academy.

In such a setting, the sounds and atmosphere become extremely loud and boisterous, which may leave one feeling somewhat overwhelmed and bewildered. Even if you stand on tiptoe to look through the crowd, you can only see a sea of ​​heads, with the crowd stretching out in all directions like a boundless black tide, with no end in sight.

And now, 100,000 vibrant lives have vanished silently in the bustling capital, in the capital that the people of the Sun and Moon Empire were so proud of, without a sound or a ripple, becoming nourishment for the nine evil soul masters to cultivate in their branch altars.

Huo Yuhao sat blankly on a mountain of bones, staring at the undead creatures he had seized from the evil soul masters and controlled by them.

The tormented souls have all been purified and sent to the world to reincarnate on their own; only their physical bodies remain in this suffering world.

"Elder Qian, I think I understand the significance of the Spirit Hall's existence, and why the elders of Shrek Academy are so determined to exterminate evil spirit masters without any mercy."

Huo Yuhao turned to look at Qian Daoliu, who was sitting quietly beside him. Qian Daoliu seemed to be lost in melancholy as well.

"What did the Six Dynasties accomplish? They only served to pursue their own private interests."

Qian Daoliu let out a long sigh.

"Yuhao, this is what you wanted. It's just a memory of the scene. I've removed the emotions from the other person's soul to prevent them from affecting you."

Electrolux slowly walked up to Huo Yuhao.

"Mmm. Oh, thank you, teacher."

Huo Yuhao responded absentmindedly for a few moments before realizing that it was Electrolux who was speaking to him.

Electrolux sat down beside him, handing him a shimmering dot of light carrying a memory, and smiled, "Feeling uneasy?"

After a moment's hesitation, Huo Yuhao nodded somberly: "I thought I had become accustomed to killing and death, but..."

Huo Yuhao hesitated, then said, "Before, I only needed to follow orders and never needed to have my own thoughts. But now I have to think for myself about what I should do and what I should do."

Qian Daoliu turned his head: "Yuhao, this is the biggest difference between a tool and a person. You are not a tool to realize our ideas, but a person, a living person. Since you are a person, you can naturally empathize with others, which is something you cannot feel when you are a tool."

Electrolux nodded in agreement and comforted Huo Yuhao: "Teacher doesn't want to talk to you about the saying 'a kind heart cannot command an army, and a righteous heart cannot manage a fortune' today, but what Qian Daji said is right. As a human being, having this kind of feeling means that you are no longer a tool."

"I consider human life to be too inferior, so I transformed myself into a lich. My undead army consists of only the twelve Holy Guards, who are bound to me by soul, in addition to the undead creatures that have no independent thought."

"You saw the final result. This not only directly led to my own defeat, but also nearly destroyed the entire human civilization of the Holy Demon Continent. What did I gain in the end after a lifetime of arrogance? Not even Long Haochen and Cai'er."

"So Yuhao, keep this compassion in your heart, just like the words your divine child relayed to you when he gave you the Kusabimaru."

Upon hearing this, Huo Yuhao couldn't help but fall into memories, recalling those words.

Even if a ninja's destiny is to kill, they must not abandon the last vestige of compassion. Can you make the blade feel this wish as well?

(End of this chapter)