Huo Yuhao Grows a Third Eye

Beside the dilapidated Wooden Tombstone stood several short trees. Fine rain drifted down from the sky, sliding off the leaves and onto the earth. Before the tombstone stood a frail, thin boy, his gaze filled with confusion.

The boy's clothes were covered in patches, mended and re-mended countless times. They were now soaked by the rain, yet he showed no reaction. After a long while, the confusion in his eyes gradually cleared as he looked at the wooden plaque engraved with, "Deceased Mother, Huo Yun'er."

The boy's lips moved, but in the end, he shook his head and let out a sigh tinged with indescribable emotion in his heart. "I don't know whether I'm lucky or unlucky. I actually came to Douluo Continent and became Huo Yuhao."

Huo Yuhao's gaze fell upon the desolate little grave made of yellow earth and stones. Countless images flashed through his mind before finally settling on a woman with delicate features and a gentle nature.

In a low, cramped room, there was only something barely worthy of being called a quilt on the worn bedboards to provide warmth.

The woman leaned against a cracked wall. Her once lovely face was drained of all color, and her body was withered and thin. Though she wore a smile, it carried a trace of bitterness. After holding the hand of the boy before her and saying something, she collapsed during a lonely rainstorm.

After the woman was buried, the boy cried here for three days before fainting. Then, he took over everything that had belonged to that boy.

"Phew."

Suddenly, a biting cold wind blew from a patch of weeds in the distance, making Huo Yuhao's already gaunt, malnourished body shrink instinctively.

He raised his head to look at the gray sky drizzling with rain. Whether he was speaking to his reborn self or to the woman within the grave, his soft voice drifted away on the wind.

"Leave everything to me from now on."

"Plop." Suddenly, a heavy raindrop fell through a bent leaf and struck Huo Yuhao on the head. The weighed-down leaf swayed up and down as though answering his whisper.

The grave was located within a small grove overgrown with weeds. Due to the season, the leaves were no longer so dark green and had taken on a somewhat withered yellow hue.

Behind Huo Yuhao was a narrow trail carved out by human hands. Because of the rain, the muddy path had become murky and sticky. Only the spots where stones lay beneath the ground were somewhat firm.

Huo Yuhao casually picked up a bundle of branches at his feet and slung it over his right shoulder. Carefully, he stepped onto the path and headed out of the woods.

Ever since transmigrating to Douluo Continent, he had come here whenever he had the time to talk to the grave. For some reason, the stirring in his heart that had always been there seemed much calmer at this moment.

The path was long, and because it was difficult to traverse while carrying the rather heavy branches, it took him a full twenty minutes to make his way out.

The instant he emerged from the dense trees, dazzling sunlight spilled down from the horizon. Everything gleamed brilliantly, as though draped in a veil of gold. The rain had stopped at some point.

The sunlight fell upon Huo Yuhao, and he instinctively raised a hand to shield his eyes. After a while, he adjusted and realized that the once-gray sky had cleared without him noticing.

It was as though the world had been washed clean, especially transparent and bright.

"Life was really hard before I met Big Worm." Huo Yuhao rubbed his swollen Brow Center with his left hand.

For some reason, ever since his soul had transmigrated into Huo Yuhao's body, his Brow Center would feel swollen whenever the sun appeared, as though something were about to emerge from it.

A few seconds later, the swelling eased somewhat. Only then did Huo Yuhao lower his hand and continue forward.

Douluo Continent was a world centered around martial souls. It had no flourishing battle qi, nor any dazzling Magic.

In this world, the noblest profession was that of a Soul Master, without exception.

However, not everyone could become a Soul Master. When a person awakened their martial soul, if they possessed no Innate Soul Power, then unfortunately, they would never have anything to do with the profession of Soul Master again.

The crops a farmer sold after working hard for an entire year might not earn as much as a low-level Soul Master could make in a single day.

Yet even with Innate Soul Power, if one's martial soul was a useless martial soul, it would be an entirely different story.

As for Huo Yuhao himself, he was very lucky, yet also very unlucky.

His awakened martial soul was called the Spirit Eye. It was a special martial soul outside the categories of Beast Martial Souls and Tool Martial Souls, known as a Body Martial Soul.

The power of a Body Martial Soul was beyond doubt, but the problem was that his Innate Soul Power was only Level 1. The highest possible level was Level 10, known as Innate Full Soul Power.

Huo Yuhao had examined his own body and combined it with the events of the Original Work. The conclusion he reached was simple: he had been malnourished since before birth, and his martial soul had mutated into the Spirit Eye. Those two factors had caused his Innate Soul Power to be so poor. If his body had been in better condition, it would not have been merely Level 1.

But from the perspective of someone who had read the Original Work, Huo Yuhao knew that while Innate Soul Power might not be improved, there was a way to make his future cultivation speed comparable to those with exceptional talent.

That was to improve the toughness and width of his meridians.

Since he could not look within his body, Huo Yuhao did not know the exact state of his meridians. But he knew they were certainly like those described in fantasy novels: blocked and difficult to clear.

Others might complete one circulation of soul power through their bodies in an hour. As for him, it would probably take at least ten hours.

If Innate Soul Power created the difference between geniuses and ordinary people, then the condition of one's meridians afterward was the only chance ordinary people had to catch up to geniuses.

Put simply, improving Meridian Strength was another way of improving the strength of one's Innate Soul Power. There was not much difference between the two.

But unfortunately, the medicinal ingredients needed to expand one's meridians were far too expensive.

Huo Yuhao remembered that the Profound Nether Sect of the Heaven Dou Empire possessed a medicine called the Profound Water Pill. Just one pill could raise his Meridian Strength enough for him to cultivate at the speed of someone with Level 2 or 3 Innate Soul Power.

Unfortunately, a single pill cost hundreds of thousands of Gold Soul Coins. That was an astronomical sum.

This predicament could only gradually begin to change after he encountered Sky Dream Ice Silkworm. But Huo Yuhao was only a little over ten years old now, still far from the time when he would head to the Star Dou Great Forest in the Original Work to obtain his First Soul Ring.

Moreover, because this Huo Yuhao was no longer the original Huo Yuhao, it would be difficult to accurately grasp the timing of his future journey to the Star Dou Great Forest.

Returning from his thoughts, Huo Yuhao lifted his right shoulder to keep the heavy branches from slipping off. His gaze turned toward a Stream in the distance. Because of his weak body and scarce food, Huo Yuhao understood the benefits of getting more meat, so...

"Whoosh."

A sharp whistle suddenly rang out as a wooden spear with an extremely pointed tip plunged into the water with terrifying precision. Its sharp end pierced through the belly of a fish swimming past in search of food. Scarlet blood flowed from the wound and was quickly carried away by the current.

Huo Yuhao calmly watched beneath the water. He had done this several times before. With effort, he lifted the wooden spear, and the fish impaled upon it continued thrashing after leaving the water, scattering silvery droplets.

He reached out, removed the fish, and tossed it onto the grass. Huo Yuhao then began his second attempt. In an instant, he stood as still as a stone statue in the water, his wooden spear held high, ready to strike again.

Reflected in the rippling surface of the water, his eyes revealed a natural blue faint glow, filled with an incomparably clear and lively spirit.

The water's surface was not still. The current continued flowing, but because of his Spirit Eye martial soul, Huo Yuhao's perception of everything was incredibly sensitive, as though every rustle of wind and grass lay within his grasp.

At that moment, a medium-sized fish happened to swim beneath the water. Huo Yuhao tightened his grip on the wooden spear, his gaze sharp as he prepared to strike at any moment.

When the fish entered his attack range, he thrust out the spear in his clenched hand. It was like the fatal strike of a venomous snake hidden in the shadows, flicking out its tongue. But just as everything was going smoothly, a sudden wave of dizziness rose from deep within his mind. The world before his eyes seemed to churn and blur, yet amid the haze, he saw endless golden points of light. Huo Yuhao lost his accuracy, and the wooden spear veered off course, stabbing into the mud before the fish. Startled, the fish instantly fled and soon vanished without a trace.

"What's going on? Heatstroke?" Huo Yuhao hurriedly used the wooden spear to steady himself. As he watched the constantly shifting, spinning world before him with blurred vision, his head swayed violently. It felt as though he would completely faint the instant his eyelids closed.

Huo Yuhao reacted swiftly, and his expression immediately changed. Enduring the faintness deep within his mind, he hurriedly forced himself to remain calm and returned to the grassy bank. If he passed out in the water, he might drown alive. That would be truly embarrassing.

Fortunately, the bank was only two meters away, and he reached it quickly.

After climbing ashore, Huo Yuhao collapsed directly onto the damp grass. He forcibly rolled over onto his back, breathing heavily with a flushed face. His lively Spirit Eye met the dazzling sun, and wisps of golden light blurred his vision. For some reason, he wanted to turn his head away, but it was as though he had been restrained and could not move at all.

Looking at the sun for too long would result in... retinal damage. Although many things had changed upon arriving in Douluo Continent, enough to make Newton weep, this remained unchanged, just like on Blue Star.

In his dazed state, Huo Yuhao gradually lost consciousness. Yet as time passed and the sun set, darkness began to spread across the surroundings. At his Brow Center, however, a slit strangely opened, and a golden stream of light faintly shone through, as though he had grown a Third Eye.

But the slit did not remain open for long. A few seconds later, it closed again, as though nothing had happened.

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