Douluo Continent, Huo Yuhao, the villain from a parallel world

Linya's smile remained on her face, but her fingers gripping the auction gavel had unconsciously tightened.

She felt that the carving knife would go unsold again.

Just then, in a corner of the auction hall, a figure wearing a white mask raised a number plate.

"One hundred thousand gold coins."

The voice was clear and calm, without any extraneous emotions, as if it were just talking about a trivial matter.

The person who made the bid was Huo Yuhao.

At that moment, everyone's eyes were drawn to that corner.

Beneath the mask, no one knew whether the owner of that voice was simply a fearless newborn calf or truly determined to obtain the murderous blade.

But now that someone has made a bid, the atmosphere in the room has eased a little.

A barely perceptible glint of joy flashed in Linya's eyes. She raised the auction gavel and called out loudly, "VIP number seventy-six has bid 100,000 gold coins. Any higher bids?"

No one held up a sign.

"Ten thousand gold coins for the first time."

"Ten thousand gold coins, second time."

The auction gavel traced an arc under the lights and fell heavily.

"100,000 gold coins, third time, sold!"

The crisp sound of the gavel echoed through the auction hall. Lin Ya, with a relieved smile, turned her gaze towards Huo Yuhao's location.

"Congratulations, VIP number 76, the Soul-Devouring Carving Knife is now yours. Please proceed to the back hall to complete the handover procedures after the auction."

Huo Yuhao put down the number plate in his hand, and a look of satisfaction finally appeared on his face beneath the mask.

Acquiring the carving knife for 100,000 gold coins went even more smoothly than he had anticipated.

He knew that in the eyes of those who avoided this carving knife like the plague, it was an ominous and deadly weapon.

But for him, the remnant soul of the evil spirit master sealed in the sword was the perfect resource he needed to repair his soul.

Besides this, the carving knife has an even deeper secret, a secret that even the Starlight Auction House doesn't know.

That secret was his real goal.

As soon as the auction ended, Huo Yuhao did not linger for a moment longer.

He went directly to the back hall and completed the handover procedures at the auction house. After firmly holding the Soul-Devouring Carving Knife in his hand, he left the Starlight Auction House without looking back.

Night had fallen, and the streets of Xingluo City were becoming increasingly deserted.

The glow of the guiding streetlights spread out in hazy circles in the night, making the empty street seem somewhat desolate.

Huo Yuhao casually found a mid-range hotel nearby and checked in.

These hotels, located in the central area, usually cater to businessmen traveling from all over the world.

As long as the room fee is paid, no one will ask any questions about the guest's background, which saves a lot of unnecessary trouble.

The door closed behind him, shutting out the footsteps in the corridor.

This is a small but well-maintained room. The windows facing the street are tightly closed, and heavy curtains completely block out the light from outside.

The room was simply furnished with a bed, a table, and two chairs.

A newly replaced candle was burning in the candlestick on the table, its flame flickering and casting dim light and shadow on the wall.

Huo Yuhao sat down at the table and placed the wooden box containing the carving knife flat on the table.

The wooden box was made of fine iron birch wood, with dark gold metal corner protectors around the edges, and an ancient soul-guiding sealing array engraved on the lid.

That was a special blessing added by the Starlight Auction House to prevent the remnant soul inside the carving knife from leaking out.

He reached out and slowly opened the box lid.

The moment the lid was lifted, a chilling cold mixed with a sharp, piercing aura burst forth from the box, filling the entire room almost instantly.

The candlelight on the table flickered violently, almost extinguished by the chilling aura.

But within that chill was something even deeper.

A malice that almost solidified into a tangible force, as if an unseen eye was staring intently at him from inside the box, filled with undisguised resentment and greed.

The Soul-Devouring Carving Knife lay quietly on the dark red velvet at the bottom of the box.

The dark blade gleamed with a cold, eerie light under the candlelight, and the ancient patterns on its surface seemed to writhe slightly, exuding a nauseating, somber aura.

For three thousand years, this sword has devoured the lives and souls of thirty-seven masters.

The resentment that had accumulated over the years had seeped deep into every inch of the metal of the blade.

Faced with this malice that would terrify ordinary soul masters, Huo Yuhao revealed a satisfied smile.

The stronger the malice, the more complete the remnant soul left in the blade by the evil spirit master.

The more complete the fragmented soul, the better the nourishing effect on the soul after being devoured.

This deadly knife, which others would avoid at all costs, was, in his eyes, a piece of meat delivered right to his mouth.

Holding the carving knife in his hand, Huo Yuhao's eyes slowly turned into pure black ink in the candlelight.

The blackness was so deep and dark that it resembled two entrances to an endless abyss.

An invisible force of devouring energy emanated from the depths of his pupils, reaching out towards the Soul-Devouring Carving Knife on the table like tentacles.

The moment the inky black devouring power touched the blade, the Soul-Devouring Carving Blade emitted a barely audible hum.

The buzzing sound carried an undisguised tremor, not anger, not resistance, but fear.

Chapter 19 Electrolux's Unease (Please continue reading!)

This infamous engraving knife, this deadly weapon that devoured the lives of thirty-seven masters, actually trembled before Huo Yuhao's devouring power.

The remnant soul of the evil soul master sealed inside it instinctively felt fear after sensing the essence of Huo Yuhao's power.

That's the instinctive reaction of a low-level soul when facing a high-level being, like a rabbit smelling the scent of a tiger, unable to even muster the courage to run away.

Huo Yuhao ignored the trembling of the carving knife and was preparing to devour the wisp of remnant soul sealed within it in one go.

However, at that moment, his movements suddenly stopped.

His eyes flickered slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in them.

Just a moment ago, he clearly felt a strange movement coming from his spiritual sea.

A faint yet resolute fluctuation was slowly rising from the very bottom of the sea of ​​consciousness.

That was the place where he suppressed that gray, remnant soul.

The figure from another world, sealed deep within his spiritual sea, was actually resisting his seal.

Although the force of resistance was so weak as to be almost negligible, its meaning made Huo Yuhao stop what he was doing.

Since being suppressed by him, this remnant soul has remained quietly at the bottom of the sea of ​​spirit, without making any attempt to break free.

But now, just as he was about to devour the Soul-Devouring Carving Blade, this remnant soul suddenly made a move.

"Interesting." Huo Yuhao's lips curled into a cold smile. "But even if he wants to break the seal while I'm devouring the remnant soul, isn't that a bit too early?"

The thought only flashed through his mind for a moment before he quickly dismissed it.

Although that divine soul was reduced to only fragments, it was certainly not so stupid as to be that foolish.

It had personally witnessed Huo Yuhao's divine soul essence at the God-King level, and also knew that Huo Yuhao had obtained a large amount of spiritual power that could be mobilized from the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm.

To dare to rebel at a time like this is tantamount to courting death.

Although the old figure was weak, a remnant soul that had survived to this day would certainly not lack this much judgment.

"So they need to talk to me about something?" Huo Yuhao wondered to himself.

A remnant soul that had been trapped in his spiritual sea without offering any resistance suddenly stirred the moment he obtained the Soul-Devouring Carving Blade. This could not be a coincidence.

The most likely explanation is that this remnant soul sensed something, and what it sensed was important enough that it was willing to risk angering Huo Yuhao to contact him.

"Let's see what he's up to."

Huo Yuhao made this decision without much effort.

That divine soul was sealed within his sea of ​​consciousness, and no matter what its intentions were, it could not cause anything beyond his control under his very nose.

His spiritual sea is his absolute domain, where he is the sole ruler.

And to be honest, Huo Yuhao had always been curious about this divine soul from another world.

After becoming a god in his previous life, he stayed in the divine realm for far too short a time.

He was immediately drawn into the vortex of the struggle between the God of Destruction and Tang San upon entering the God Realm.

He barely had time to learn much about the other worlds under the jurisdiction of the God Realm, or about the wider world beyond Douluo Continent.

Now he has been reborn, starting his cultivation anew from scratch, and his goal is to become stronger than in his previous life.

Undoubtedly, this goal is extremely difficult, because he was already a god-king level powerhouse in his previous life.

To achieve this goal, we might need to find another way.

If we could obtain some knowledge from this remnant soul from another world.

Those cultivation systems, insights into laws, or other things that don't belong to the Douluo Continent might unexpectedly help him on his future path.

Even just applying knowledge to other areas is better than reinventing the wheel.

With this in mind, Huo Yuhao no longer hesitated.

He temporarily put the Soul-Devouring Carving Knife back into the wooden box, closed the lid again, and then slowly closed his eyes.

His consciousness sank, and in an instant, his spiritual body appeared in the very center of the sea of ​​consciousness.

It was still that same dilapidated world.

After several days of self-repair, it seems to be no different from before at first glance.

But as the sole master of this spiritual world, Huo Yuhao was still able to perceive those extremely subtle changes.

In his perception, among the dense cracks on the surface of his soul, the smallest ones had already quietly closed a small section.