For the next four thousand years, there was a blank period during which even Tang Wutong knew nothing of his whereabouts.
Until six thousand years ago, when the Crimson Realm drove the Abyss Plane into a full-scale invasion and Douluo Star stood on the brink of destruction, Huo Yuhao returned.
By then, he had already attained godhood—perhaps even a higher level of existence.
With the God Realm nowhere to be found, he was unquestionably the strongest being in this world. No rules could restrain him any longer.
Leading a mysterious army of the undead, he repelled the Abyss's first all-out assault with overwhelming force.
Yet he also understood that the threat of the Abyss had not been eradicated.
To buy Douluo Star time to recover and develop, he made a decision that was nearly self-sacrificial.
Using his divine body and divine soul as the core, he fused an enormous amount of Spiritual Power to construct a grand protective barrier around Douluo Star.
From then on, he became the planet's night watchman.
The Crimson Realm was kept outside. Though it no longer dared launch another blatant large-scale invasion, it began more than six thousand years of ceaseless erosion and attrition.
The barrier constantly consumed Huo Yuhao's source power, while the Crimson Realm, secretly favored by the Cosmic Law, gnawed away at him like maggots clinging to bone.
After six thousand long years of stalemate, even a God King was nearing the end of his strength.
The barrier had become frail beyond measure, and he himself endured unimaginable erosion and pain.
But Huo Yuhao's goal had never changed.
Revenge against Tang San!
Revenge against the Supreme God King who had been the source of every tragedy!
How could he fall halfway through, before an external threat like the Abyss?
He held on