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

If you could just walk that path again, the outcome wouldn't change.

This time, he will be stronger than in his previous life.

He was so strong that he could stand up to Tang San head-on without burning his divine position, and so strong that he could crush that despicable sea god with his own hands.

"How can I become stronger?" Huo Yuhao asked himself.

The first thing that came to his mind when this question arose was the word "foundation".

A tall building starts from the ground up; the more solid the foundation, the higher it can be built in the future.

In his previous life, his first spirit ring was only three hundred years old, and this shortcoming limited his potential from the very beginning.

Although he later absorbed countless souls and seized many opportunities by using the power of devouring, his inherent deficiencies in his foundation could never be completely made up for.

His starting point was too low. He only had a three-hundred-year soul ring at the beginning. No matter how hard he tried to catch up, he was still far behind those geniuses who had been nurtured from the age of six.

In this life, his first spirit ring was at the million-year level, far surpassing his previous life from the very beginning.

But having just one million-year-old first spirit ring isn't enough; you need to get the best of every subsequent spirit ring.

Besides spirit rings, there is another path to take.

That is to acquire a second martial soul.

Huo Yuhao's eyes flashed, and his consciousness sank into the depths of his spiritual sea.

There, a silkworm cocoon, completely enveloped in inky black energy, huddled quietly in a corner. The Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm.

Since he suppressed this million-year-old soul beast, it has stayed obediently in the seal, not daring to make a sound.

Chapter 37 Coexistence of Two Gods (Please continue reading)

After the two merged, Huo Yuhao read the memories of the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm.

They knew that the Ice Silkworm's original plan was far more complex than simply giving him a million-year soul ring.

According to Tianmeng Ice Silkworm's plan, it will also help him develop a second martial soul, a martial soul with the ultimate ice attribute.

The idea itself isn't bad. If the original Huo Yuhao of this world were standing here, he might actually have been nurtured into a god step by step.

Unfortunately, it was unlucky enough to encounter this remnant soul of a god-king who had traveled from another world.

Huo Yuhao raised his right hand, a thought flashing through his mind.

A wisp of cold air suddenly condensed in his palm, and a white mist of ice swirled around his fingertips, causing the surrounding air to drop several degrees in an instant.

The wisp of cold air swirled slowly in his palm, crystal clear, beautiful and deadly, but lacking a true soul.

“Ice without a soul.” Huo Yuhao looked at the cold air in his palm and a slight smile appeared on his lips. “The position of the Ice God is still vacant.”

Although he hadn't spent much time in the realm of gods, he still knew the basic information about the major deities there.

The former Ice God perished due to certain events, and the position of Ice God has remained vacant without a suitable successor.

In his previous life, he only had the title of God of Chaos, and he suffered a great loss when he fought against Tang San.

The reason why Tang San was able to possess the strength of a God King so soon after ascending to the God Realm was because he simultaneously held the positions of both the Sea God and the Asura God.

The power boost brought about by the superposition of two divine positions is far more than just one plus one equals two.

What if he could also possess dual divine positions?

Since he was able to create the position of the God of Chaos, it is by no means a pipe dream for him to create the position of the God of Ice after possessing an ice-attribute martial soul.

With two godhoods at his disposal, when he faces Tang San again, he will never be as pathetic as he was in his previous life, needing to burn his godhood to fight to the death.

Thinking of this, Huo Yuhao's consciousness once again looked towards the sealed cocoon deep within his spiritual sea.

Perhaps it's time to release the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm. But then he thought about it again and shook his head.

"Never mind, I'll just wait a bit longer," he muttered to himself.

To acquire a second spirit, he must wait until he breaks through to the Great Spirit Master realm.

He's only at level 11 now, and there's still a long way to go before he reaches that threshold.

Let the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm stay there for a while longer. It won't be too late to release it when he reaches the Great Soul Master realm.

"Once things are done, we'll let it move around in the Sea of ​​Spirit, just like Electrolux," Huo Yuhao made this decision with a clear conscience.

Deep within the sea of ​​spirit, the silkworm sealed in the inky black energy seemed to sense something, and its round body trembled slightly.

But it quickly regained its composure and continued to huddle obediently in the corner, completely unaware of the long wait that was about to begin.

If it were to find out Huo Yuhao's thoughts, it would probably be devastated.

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Having decided on the path he would take in the future, Huo Yuhao focused his mind on cultivation.

The most important thing right now is to break through to the Great Soul Master realm as soon as possible and obtain a second Martial Soul.

With a clear goal, the passage of time no longer seems long.

On his first day at the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy, aside from the time spent participating in special assessments and studying with Xuan Ziwen, he devoted all his remaining free time to cultivation.

The night passed in silence, with only the soul power flowing slowly and endlessly through the meridians.

The next morning, Huo Yuhao opened his eyes on time.

After cultivating for a full half day and night, the improvement in soul power was quite significant.

After being transformed by the Life-Carving Knife, his cultivation talent had already entered the ranks of geniuses.

The speed at which he absorbed the vital energy of heaven and earth was incomparable to that of his previous life.

"After breakfast, it's time to go to the lab." Huo Yuhao glanced at the clock on the wall, got up, washed up, and headed towards the cafeteria.

His cultivation level is currently low, far from reaching the level of abstaining from grains. He spent the entire afternoon yesterday in Xuan Ziwen's laboratory without drinking a drop of water, and his stomach is already growling with hunger.

The dining hall of the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy is located on the east side of the academy and is a separate two-story building.

The first floor is a regular restaurant for most students, while the second floor is a high-end restaurant that requires an additional fee.

The entire canteen is spacious and bright, with silver-gray metal tables and chairs arranged neatly. Above the food pick-up window, a soul-guided light screen floats, displaying the menu of the day.

The air was filled with the aroma of cooked food, mixed with a faint scent of herbs—the unique aroma of the medicinal cuisine on the second floor.

Huo Yuhao was not short of money. He went straight up to the second floor and ordered the most expensive deluxe set meal without hesitation at the order window.

This set meal is quite expensive, and ordinary students would not easily order it, but it is definitely worth the price.

Each dish in the set meal is a medicinal cuisine carefully prepared with the flesh and blood of precious soul beasts. The soup is rich and the meat is tender and juicy, with a faint emanation of spiritual energy.

With one sip, the medicinal power transformed into a warm current that spread throughout the abdomen, slowly penetrating the limbs and bones, nourishing the meridians and blood of the entire body.

Feeling the slowly increasing power of his blood and qi within his body, Huo Yuhao continued eating his meal while simultaneously using his soul power to refine the medicinal properties.

For ordinary students, the efficacy of medicinal cuisine requires meditation to be fully absorbed, but for him, this level of energy circulation was not even enough to make him concentrate.

"This medicinal diet is quite effective," he thought to himself, "but it's definitely not as good as real elixirs."

With this in mind, he made a plan.

He has plenty of money now and can easily go to Xuan Ziwen to buy some pills to improve his cultivation.

Xuan Ziwen is an eighth-level Soul Master of Mingde Hall, so he must have a way to buy this kind of pill.

As for whether taking pills would cause instability in his foundation, Huo Yuhao had no such concern at all.

Others who take pills are afraid of the accumulation of drug toxins. All medicines have some degree of toxicity, and most pills will leave drug toxins in the body after taking them. Over time, this will affect subsequent cultivation.

However, with his god-king level mental power, he could precisely remove and expel any impurities from the pill from his body.

Moreover, he possesses the Eye of Life, formed from the Life Carving Knife, whose immense life force is sufficient to neutralize any residual poison, so there's no need to worry about any aftereffects.

After finishing the last bite of food on his plate, Huo Yuhao picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth and was about to get up and leave the cafeteria to go to the laboratory.

Before he could even stand up, he suddenly paused.

Chapter 38 Ghost Nana, Bullying? (Please read on!)

A scent wafted from another direction in the cafeteria.

The aura was extremely cold and gloomy, carrying a hint of resentment, completely out of place with the warm and lively atmosphere of the cafeteria.

Ordinary students might not notice it, but in Huo Yuhao's perception, that resentment was like a piece of ice thrown into a pool of warm water, so chilling that it could not be ignored.

He turned his head and looked in the direction from which the aura was coming.

A girl is walking in from the entrance of the cafeteria.

She wasn't particularly beautiful; she had a healthy wheat-colored complexion and an astonishingly tall stature, easily over 1.8 meters. However, her proportions were exceptionally harmonious, giving her no clumsy appearance whatsoever.

She was wearing a school uniform, and her black hair was neatly tied back.

His sharp eyes stared straight ahead without looking away, and his whole body exuded a coldness that kept strangers at bay.

The girl was clearly unaware that someone was watching her and walked straight toward the food serving window.

Huo Yuhao's gaze lingered on her for a moment, a subtle glint of something unusual flashing in his eyes.

He didn't look at it for long, picked up his plate, put it away, and then turned and left the cafeteria.

“Ghost Nana.” He murmured the name to himself. “I didn’t expect to run into her so soon. Perfect, I was planning to go find her anyway.”

In his world, Huo Yuhao knew Nana.

The two men's experiences share subtle similarities in some ways, except that Nana's experience was far more tragic than his.

Nana's mother's martial soul is called Ghost. Because of this special martial soul related to the dead, she was forced to join the Holy Spirit Cult.

Under the control of the Holy Spirit Cult, she personally killed her husband.

At that moment, she suddenly realized her mistake, filled with remorse, and ultimately committed suicide beside her husband's body.

Not long after, members of the Holy Spirit Cult came to her door, took away the souls of her parents, and forced young Nana to join the Holy Spirit Cult.

They deceived her, saying that if she became a high-ranking member of the Holy Spirit Cult, they would release her parents' souls.

For this vague promise, Nana was sent to the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy, where she trained while secretly working for the Holy Spirit Cult.

To keep her calm, the Holy Spirit Church would occasionally let her meet with the spirits of her parents, allowing her to cling to that sliver of unrealistic hope.