Far North Land

A Child of Destiny turning danger into fortune and picking up treasures wherever he went were all entirely possible. That was how it had been for him back then.

Perhaps bringing Huo Yuhao along on this journey to the Far North Land would allow them to encounter some undiscovered opportunities. After all, when he had first become a god, his strength had been far inferior to what it was now in the God Realm. Douluo Continent was no ordinary plane; perhaps it still hid something he had failed to find even after searching every inch of the land back then.

On the other hand, it was not impossible for a Child of Destiny to become a first-class god under his guidance. There were only eighteen first-class gods in the God Realm. One more might attract even more gods into his camp, allowing him to suppress the God of Destruction.

Thus, Tang San decided to deepen the bond between his daughter and Huo Yuhao. What could compare to feelings growing stronger amid danger?

When the time came, he would accidentally expose his daughter's gender, then use the secret instructions he had left behind long ago to test him.

Finally, he would tell him that after untold hardship, he had finally found his mother's soul in the Underworld—only for someone to steal it away.

Yet only the five great God Kings could accomplish such a thing in the God Realm, and the only one at odds with him was the God of Destruction. At that point, this Child of Destiny would surely obediently follow his orders and lunge at the God of Destruction.

"Thank you, Lord God of the Sea, for giving us this opportunity."

Huo Yuhao quietly nudged Wang Dong beside him, reminding her to offer her thanks promptly. They could not possibly refuse the God of the Sea's invitation.

It was not as though Huo Yuhao had failed to see the fanaticism in those people's eyes. If even the slightest rumor got out, then even if the God of the Sea himself did not intend to hold it against them, their days ahead would not be easy.

Tang San nodded in satisfaction and led the two of them toward the Far North Land.

Within Huo Yuhao's Sea of Spirit, Sky Dream Ice Silkworm first twisted about happily like a maggot, then began to tremble.

It remembered that legends of the Ice God's ruins had always circulated in the Far North Land. Tang San might be heading there to take the Ice God's divine artifact, but Snow Empress and Ice Empress would never agree so easily. Its Bing Bing might be killed by Tang San.

Sky Dream Ice Silkworm was flustered and at a loss.

Gray halos lingered around the gray orb of light, radiating a holy aura of deathly stillness. With the slightest movement, it fell silent once more.

... "I'm really done with this. Once Lu Master returns, I have to ask him what exactly has happened to me!"

Xiong Jun clenched his bear claw and threw a punch. A vast blast of air swept across the ground, shaving away an entire layer and leaving only yellowish-brown earth exposed.

At first, the journey to the Far North Land had gone smoothly. Xiong Jun traveled swiftly through the air, and nothing interfered with him.

But once the temperature truly began to drop, strange murmurs began lingering in Xiong Jun's ears again. He had no choice but to stop and mark the locations, since they could ultimately be considered part of the Soul Beast race.

Xiong Jun had heard from his lord that, following the appearance of that blessing, more and more of these things would develop intelligence over time. They would not be limited to that earliest vein of mental-attribute metal ore. But what was this supposed to mean, encountering one every few steps?

At first, he only encountered one after crossing through space three times. Later, it became every two times. By the end, whenever he emerged from space, he could hear a new voice. Xiong Jun was truly speechless; even all the other Soul Beasts in the Star Dou Great Forest combined had not encountered as many as he had.

Now it was no longer just metal ore veins. All kinds of ores and even mountains were beginning to show faint signs of activity.

After venting his frustration, Xiong Jun came to terms with it. Rather than get angry himself, he might as well give up entirely and stop caring about all the titles those other demons had pinned on him.

Besides, quite a few of these beings matched his attributes. Once Lu Master returned, he could ask whether they could be refined into Magic Treasures. The thought of smashing people with an entire mountain actually made Xiong Jun a little excited.

The temperature continued to fall, and snowflakes filled the sky, obscuring Xiong Jun's vision.

Xiong Jun lowered his head to look at the ground. Every household was cooking, and the rich, comforting scent of food drifted into his nose.

"I didn't expect the impact here to still be so slight."

Xiong Jun guessed that the environment was simply too harsh and communication too inconvenient, preventing the tense atmosphere across the continent from spreading here.

"Before long, they'll all become Demon-Humans."

Xiong Jun sneered and continued tearing through the air toward the Far North Land.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the Far North Land, Tang San had also arrived with Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong.

The two stared in amazement at the boundless white before them. They had seen snow before, but when had they ever seen this much? If not for the protection of the God of the Sea's divine power, they suspected they would be buried beneath the deep snow in the blink of an eye.

"Once, I also found the inheritance site left behind by the Ice God. But in order to choose a better inheritor for the Ice God, I did not take the Ice God's divine artifact."

"But now, for the future of Douluo Continent, I have no choice but to do this. I believe the Ice God would willingly offer it up."

Tang San smiled faintly at the two of them, confident that they would understand him.

At the same time, Tang San was secretly glad that the God of Destruction had kept watching him back then. Otherwise, he would have had no chance to obtain the divine artifact now. The Silver Dragon King was not easy to deal with; before dying, she might drag humanity down with her. Only after obtaining the divine artifact would Tang San have sufficient confidence.

Sure enough, Huo Yuhao looked at Tang San with reverence.

"Lord God of the Sea, you truly are great!"

Wang Dong nodded repeatedly beside him.

Although Huo Yuhao always felt there was something strange about Tang San's words, his limited experience prevented him from noticing the problems within them.

For example, was the Ice God worshiped by the Far North Land truly a human or a Soul Beast? After all, even the hot-tempered Ice Empress still held the Ice God in great reverence.

The god and the two humans ventured deeper and deeper into the Far North Land. The world was filled with endless whiteness, while a transparent blue-gold barrier divided it into two halves. Outside was a bone-chilling cold that even a Titled Douluo could not endure for long; inside was a comfortable greenhouse.

"We're here. This is the place."

A smile appeared on Tang San's face. He had not expected things to go so smoothly—not even those few Soul Beasts had appeared.

But it did not matter. On the way back, he could simply find one and casually kill it in front of the two of them. Tang San could already see the future.

"Here?"

Wang Dong felt as though she was going blind. Other than blinding whiteness, she could see nothing.

"That's right. Perhaps even the Ice God never expected that changes caused by crustal movement would bury the inheritance site left in the Far North Land hundreds of meters underground. Coupled with the harsh environment here, it had gone undiscovered for countless years."

Tang San explained why the Ice God had yet to find an inheritor.

Huo Yuhao subconsciously glanced at Tang San. What he did not ask was: how had Tang San discovered that this inheritance site was underground? And how could it still be underground ten thousand years later?

"Let's go down."

The golden barrier continuously expanded and extended, melting the frozen earth beneath their feet that had lasted for tens of millions of years. The three figures slowly descended.