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

Countless faint whispers echoed in the sea of ​​consciousness; it was the resonance of the chaotic laws, their cheers, their jubilation for their master's revival.

The broken earth beneath their feet began to tremble slightly, and a few thin, inky black waters seeped out from the dried-up sea of ​​spirit.

That was newly generated spiritual energy, though it was pitifully scarce, but it was a sign that the soul had regained its vitality.

Huo Yuhao slowly withdrew his hand, sensing the changes in his soul.

It relieved about one percent of the injury.

This number isn't large, but it holds extraordinary significance for him.

Because after this one percent of his injuries were relieved, his originally lifeless soul finally regained a trace of vitality.

Although faint, it was indeed a sign of life.

The soul has begun to function on its own and can slowly repair itself over time.

Moreover, he has been able to draw power from nothingness and reassemble his divine power.

However, the process is very slow. So slow that at his current rate of recovery, it would take at least several hundred years to return to his prime.

But at least there is hope.

Chapter 10 Suppressing Electrolux

Under the watchful eyes of Tianmeng Ice Silkworm and the gray ball, the cracks on Huo Yuhao's soul slowly closed, and a pressure far more solid than before slowly spread out.

The inky black light flowed around him, and although it was still broken, it already had a hint of perfection in its flow.

Tianmeng Ice Silkworm watched all this with bated breath, the entire silkworm almost bursting into tears.

At this moment, it was completely immobilized, pressed firmly to the ground by the pressure of that god-king level power, unable to even lift a single tentacle.

He could only watch helplessly as Huo Yuhao calmly withdrew half of its power, then said as calmly as if he had just taken a sip of water, "It's relieved by one percent."

"These are all my power!" Tianmeng Ice Silkworm cried out in her heart.

"I've saved up for a million years! A million years' worth of savings!"

"They just took half of it without even saying thank you! What kind of monster is this?!"

But it only dared to wail in its heart.

The overwhelming pressure from that god-king level power had completely shattered its courage.

Now it doesn't even dare to breathe loudly, for fear that if this big shot gets upset, he might just take the other half away as well.

Huo Yuhao ignored the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm's wails.

His gaze fell on the small gray ball.

The gray sphere has remained quietly suspended in place since it was suppressed, without making any attempt to resist or escape.

It knew very well that in this sea of ​​spirits, in the face of a god-king level being, any struggle would be futile.

Rather than engaging in futile resistance, it is better to remain silent and wait for the other party's response.

"Can you speak?" Huo Yuhao's voice rang out in the sea of ​​consciousness, his tone flat, revealing no emotion.

As soon as he finished speaking, the gray ball began to tremble.

The gray mist on the surface slowly swirled and spread outwards.

In the center of the mist, a faint human figure gradually took shape.

It was an old figure, tall and upright, who looked very dignified.

But his features were so faint that even his basic facial features were hard to discern; one could only barely make out the shape of a human.

It was as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

"Hello," the figure said, his voice old and hoarse.

Huo Yuhao looked the aged figure up and down.

His gaze was sharp as a knife, as if he wanted to completely dissect the other person from the inside out.

A moment later, a cold smile appeared on his lips.

"Being entered into the Sea of ​​Spirit by a remnant soul of unknown origin," Huo Yuhao's voice turned cold. "I don't think it's a good thing at all."

The aged figure gave a bitter laugh. The laugh was full of helplessness and self-mockery, making the already weakened soul body even weaker.

“It was indeed dishonest of me to do this,” he admitted his abruptness without offering any explanation. “I was attracted here by the aura generated when you and this little insect merged.”

"That aura contained strange power fluctuations. I was just looking for a safe place to stay, and I did not mean to offend you."

His tone was sincere and frank, without any attempt to conceal anything.

After he finished speaking, Huo Yuhao's expression remained cold and unchanged.

Those blue eyes continued to stare at him, like a bottomless, icy pool, devoid of anger or pity, only a chilling scrutiny.

Seeing this, the old man sighed heavily in his heart.

He secretly thought to himself that he had chosen the wrong person.

Huo Yuhao's soul quality far surpasses that of any being he has ever seen.

That kind of status, that kind of essence, even at his peak, was far beyond what he could achieve.

Such a powerful divine soul appeared in the body of a boy who looked no more than eleven years old.

There is only one explanation: possession and rebirth.

A god-level being capable of possessing another's body and being reborn is by no means a benevolent being.

Such a person will never hesitate to deal with anything that threatens their safety.

And his remnant soul, which had deliberately intruded into the other party's spiritual sea, was undoubtedly the greatest threat.

"Tell me about your background," Huo Yuhao asked directly, cutting to the chase.

The figure trembled slightly, as if recalling something, or perhaps hesitating.

But in the end, he just shook his head.

"I come from another world."

Then there is no more then.

Huo Yuhao frowned slightly.

The old man's figure clearly sensed his displeasure, but he simply shook his head calmly, his tone carrying a detached indifference that suggested he had seen through life and death: "My friend, if you want to make a move, then go ahead and do it."

"My current condition is too poor; my soul is incomplete, and I don't retain many memories. Even if you want to ask, you won't get anything out of me."

Huo Yuhao stared at him, trying to determine whether what the remnant soul said was true or false.

Then, he confirmed one thing: what the old, remnant soul said was true.

With its soul so incomplete that it can barely maintain its own form, it's impossible for it to remember much.

However, Huo Yuhao did not believe that he had revealed everything.

Even if memories are incomplete, some things will not disappear with the loss of memories.

For example, instinct, or certain knowledge rooted deep in the soul, things from another world.

These things won't completely disappear just because of amnesia.

"Another world," Huo Yuhao pondered for a moment, "which world could it be? One within the jurisdiction of the God Realm?"

He hadn't been a god for very long; he had only recently entered the God Realm when he was drawn into the battle between the God of Destruction and Tang San.

Until the final, earth-shattering battle with Tang San.

He knew that the divine realm governed many worlds, but he didn't know exactly which ones.

After taking another look at the gray figure, Huo Yuhao did not press the matter further.

He slightly raised his hand.

Inky black energy surged from his palm, churning and writhing like a living thing.

The energy was deep and strange, and its surging exuded an aura that caused the entire sea of ​​consciousness to tremble slightly.

It pressed down on the old man's figure, not fast, but with an irresistible, absolute will.

The figure did not resist; he even lowered his head slightly, as if accepting his fate.

The jet-black energy completely enveloped the gray figure, then suddenly tightened.

With a soft "hum", the aged figure transformed into a streak of gray light, which, along with the small gray sphere, was enveloped by inky black energy and directly suppressed to the very bottom of the Sea of ​​Spirit.

That place was a chaotic, dark zone, the deepest and most secure cage in Huo Yuhao's mental world.

Suppressed there, they couldn't even perceive the outside world, let alone resist.

Chapter 11 The Miserable Tianmeng

Upon witnessing this scene, Tianmeng Bingcan trembled with fear.

Its round eyes were filled with fear, its fat body trembled uncontrollably, and a layer of fine goosebumps rose on its platinum skin.

Seeing that the gray remnant soul was suppressed to the bottom of the sea before it could even resist, its fear reached its peak.

"Next, it's your turn." Huo Yuhao turned around, his gaze falling on Tianmeng Ice Silkworm, a faint smile playing on his lips. "What is your purpose?"

That smile, when seen by Tianmeng Bingcan, was colder than ice water in the dead of winter.

Tianmeng Bingcan was so frightened by his smile that she almost collapsed on the spot. She hurriedly shouted with all her might, "Big brother, I already said that."

"My goal is to become your intelligent spirit ring!"

"It's true, absolutely true, as the sun and moon can attest!"

Huo Yuhao didn't speak, but simply maintained that smile and quietly looked at it.

There was no murderous intent in those blue eyes, but they possessed a sharpness that could see through any lie.

Tianmeng Bingcan felt a chill run down her spine under his gaze, as if every thought in her body was being seen clearly by him, making any attempt at sophistry seem pale and powerless.

Finally, the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm could no longer withstand the pressure.