Huo Yuhao Deviates From His Original Trajectory, and Tang San is Dumbfounded

The next morning, the torrential rain that had raged all night finally subsided.

Sunlight pierced through the clouds like golden swords, tearing through the sky and scattering over the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest.

Dewdrops clung to the wet leaves, refracting colorful light under the sun. The forest was filled with the unique fresh scent of grass and trees after the rain, as if the fierce battle of last night had never happened.

Beside an ancient tree that required several people to embrace, Huo Yuhao slowly opened his eyes.

His gaze was still a bit dazed. He subconsciously raised a hand to rub his temples, the intense pain from being attacked by the baboon soul beast last night still lingering in his body. He struggled to sit up from the ground and looked down at his hands – his palms were covered in small wounds, now scabbed over and throbbing with pain.

His gaze shifted to the already stiff baboon corpse not far away. This was a ten-year soul beast, gray-black all over, with exposed fangs. Even in death, it exuded a certain ferocity. It was this soul beast that had almost turned him into a pile of Kitsuchi in the Star Dou Great Forest.

Huo Yuhao's eyes quickly cleared, devoid of any fear. Instead, a calm determination flashed within them.

He had come to the Star Dou Great Forest precisely to obtain his first soul ring. Although this baboon was only a ten-year soul beast, and the soul ring it produced was of poor quality, even considered insignificant by many soul masters, it was the only opportunity for him to break through his bottleneck at the moment.

Although he was the son of Dai Hao, the marshal of the Star Luo Empire, he was an illegitimate child.

Now that his mother was dead, his father didn't even know of his existence, and his stepmother treated him as a thorn in her side.

In that household, he had endured endless cold glances and bullying. If it weren't for the unyielding spirit burning within him, he probably wouldn't have survived.

He wanted to become stronger, to make those who looked down on him see him in a new light, to avenge his mother, and to escape the fate of being at anyone's mercy.

Without any hesitation, Huo Yuhao sat down cross-legged, took a deep breath, circulated his Soul Power, and began to absorb the soul ring.

He extended his right hand, palm facing the baboon corpse, and channeled the faint Soul Power within him, guiding the still-dissipating white soul ring.

The white soul ring seemed to come alive, slowly rising from the baboon corpse and circling towards Huo Yuhao. The moment the soul ring enveloped his body, a not-so-powerful but exceptionally pure energy surged into every part of him, cleansing his meridians.

A stinging sensation followed, as if countless fine needles were moving within his body. Huo Yuhao gritted his teeth, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead, but he endured it tightly, not letting out a single sound. This pain was nothing compared to the grievances and torment he had suffered in that household.

He focused on guiding the soul ring's energy to circulate within his body, feeling his Soul Power grow stronger and condense bit by bit. Time flowed by quietly in the serene forest, sunlight shifting through the gaps in the leaves, casting ever-changing light spots on the ground.

Half a day later, Huo Yuhao suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing within them.

He stood up from the ground and stretched his limbs, feeling an inexhaustible surge of strength throughout his body. His Soul Power had stabilized at level eleven. Although still weak, it was several times stronger than before.

"Spirit Eyes."

He whispered softly, and the white soul ring rose from beneath his feet, slowly rotating around his body.

At the same time, his eyes began to change. His pupils turned white, exuding a strange liveliness and depth, as if they could see into people's hearts.

This was his martial soul – Spirit Eyes. An extremely rare spirit-type martial soul, its attack power was not strong, but it possessed unparalleled perception abilities. Coupled with the first soul skill, "Spirit Detection," granted by this ten-year soul ring, his perception range had expanded several times over.

Huo Yuhao clenched his fist, feeling the tangible strength within him. A faint smile curved the corners of his lips, a smile that held a resilience far beyond his years.

He turned and walked towards the exit of the Star Dou Great Forest.

Walking out of the forest's edge, an expansive view unfolded before his eyes. In the distance, a colossal city stood majestically. Its walls were towering, its aura magnificent. This was the location of the most renowned academy on the Douluo Continent—Shrek City.

Huo Yuhao gazed at the city, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Shrek Academy was a sacred land that all Soul Masters dreamed of. It gathered the continent's most elite geniuses and possessed the most abundant resources. If one could enter Shrek Academy, they would undoubtedly achieve the fastest growth.

But he knew in his heart that it was merely a fantasy.

Shrek Academy's admission assessment was extremely rigorous. Let alone his mere eleven levels of Soul Power, and his seemingly useless Spirit Eyes martial soul, even if his Soul Power were higher, given his background, he probably wouldn't even qualify to register.

"Shrek..." he whispered the name, a flicker of imperceptible sadness flashing in his eyes, quickly replaced by a deeper resolve.

He couldn't go to Shrek, nor could he return to the Star Luo Empire. That home, he didn't want to stay in for another second.

Then, there was only one direction left.

Huo Yuhao slowly turned around, his gaze shifting towards the northwest. That was the direction of the Sun Moon Empire.

He had read in ancient texts that the Sun Moon Empire was different from the other three empires on the Douluo Continent. They placed extreme importance on Soul Tools, even developing and applying them to an astonishing degree. There, perhaps background wasn't valued, only strength and talent.

"Sun Moon Empire..."

Huo Yuhao clenched his fists tighter, his knuckles turning white. Sunlight illuminated his face, revealing his youthful yet exceptionally resolute profile.

"To become stronger, to get revenge, to no longer be looked down upon..."

He muttered to himself, each word seeming to be squeezed from between his teeth, carrying a heavy burden of resentment and determination. "No matter how difficult the road ahead, I will walk it!"

He hesitated no longer, turning and stepping towards the direction of the Sun Moon Empire. His small figure appeared exceptionally frail on the vast plain, yet it exuded an indomitable spirit, as if he would step into a sea of swords and flames without hesitation.

At the same time, in the God Realm.

Inside the cloud-shrouded divine palace, a warm and peaceful aura permeated the air.

Tang San was in bed, engaging in intimacy with Xiao Wu.

As one of the five God Kings of the God Realm Committee, he had long grown accustomed to the tranquility and eternity of the God Realm. Only when he was with Xiao Wu could he feel the most genuine warmth.

Suddenly, Tang San's body stiffened, the frenzy and release on his face vanishing without a trace.

He felt as if struck by an invisible bolt of lightning, stopping his thrusting motion. His eyes were filled with disbelief, shock, and confusion.

"What's wrong, brother?" Xiao Wu noticed his abnormality and was somewhat displeased.

Tang San did not respond. His entire attention was focused on his senses. That connection, linked by blood and originating from the depths of his soul, the aura of his beloved daughter whom he cherished above all else... had vanished!

As if it had never existed, completely annihilated from this world!

"No... impossible!" Tang San muttered, his face instantly turning pale. He was the Sea God and Asura God of the God Realm, wielding immense divine power, not to mention that within Tang Wutong's soul, there was a divine sense of his.

But now, he could feel nothing. The severance of that blood connection could never be explained by mere distance. There was only one possibility—

His daughter was in trouble!