Dai Yuhao: I Will Become a God!

The fleeting gentleness on Leng Yaozhu's face receded as swiftly as the tide, replaced by rational contemplation.

She fell silent for a moment. Her brows knitted once more, and her expression became even more solemn than before.

"Yuhao!"

Her voice lowered, carrying a trace of concern.

"You now possess the ability to travel between two eras. This means... the course of fate that was originally set for you may very well undergo unpredictable changes because of your contact with the World Ten Thousand Years Later."

Seeing the confusion in Dai Yuhao's eyes, Leng Yaozhu explained further, "According to Historical Records, you... or rather, the future Huo Yuhao, successfully became a god."

"If, because of the variables now before you, you miss certain crucial people, events, things, or states of mind, and your choices deviate... I'm worried you'll miss your chance to become a god."

This was the greatest concern buried deep within her heart.

She had watched this child grow with her own eyes. Yet if this era's interference caused the legend that should have shone through Ancient Times to dim or even fall, it would become a responsibility and regret she could never bear.

However, faced with such an earth-shaking matter as "becoming a god," Dai Yuhao's reaction completely exceeded Leng Yaozhu's expectations.

Dai Yuhao showed no panic or anxiety. He lifted his little face and actually smiled.

There was no arrogance in that smile, only a resilience and confidence that came from deep within his bones, one that perhaps even he had yet to fully understand.

"Aunt Leng." His clear voice carried the sharpness of youth untouched by life's trials. "Since you say that I was originally able to reach that point through my own efforts and become a god!"

"Then now, not only do I still have my original life, I've also gained the opportunity to travel ten thousand years into the future. I've seen more things, learned more knowledge, and I have someone as amazing as you, Aunt Leng, to teach and help me."

"If I can no longer accomplish what I originally could because of all that, wouldn't that mean I'm simply unworthy of that 'God Position'?"

He raised his chin slightly. The almost innocent confidence belonging to a child radiated with astonishing brilliance at that moment.

"So I believe that even if the course of my life truly changes because of the present, I can still carve out a path of my own."

"I'm confident that I can still become a god!"

Such words, spoken by a Six Years Old child, should have sounded absurd and laughable.

But if they came from the future Spirit Ice Douluo, no one would laugh.

Leng Yaozhu was stunned, shaken by Dai Yuhao's confidence.

She thought that perhaps this was precisely why legends became legends.

This candid conversation had brought Leng Yaozhu far too many shocks, while also scattering all the tangled guesses and worries in her mind.

At that moment, only one pure and blazing thought remained in her heart—she wanted to cultivate a "god."

Moreover, when she thought of how this future god, whom she would personally teach and watch grow step by step, was none other than the Spirit Ice Douluo from history—the legendary figure admired by countless Soul Masters for ten thousand years...

An indescribable pride and satisfaction rose within her heart, lingering for a long time.

Thus, in Dai Yuhao's eyes, Aunt Leng, seated across from him, suddenly revealed a "strange smile."

That smile seemed to contain excitement, anticipation, and a sly eagerness to try, forming a subtle contrast with her usual aloof and imposing image.

"Cough, cough!"

Leng Yaozhu clearly realized her own "loss of composure." She immediately raised a fist to her lips and coughed twice, swiftly restraining her overly obvious emotions.

She sat up straight and resumed her usual dignified posture. "Yuhao, would you... be willing to formally become my disciple?"

Dai Yuhao was briefly stunned upon hearing this.

Whether because of the closeness between them or Leng Yaozhu's cultivation as a Quasi-Demigod, Dai Yuhao had no reason to refuse!

Therefore, Dai Yuhao nodded without hesitation and answered in a clear voice, "I'm willing!"

As he spoke, Dai Yuhao's expression turned solemn. He rose to his feet, intending to perform the formal rites between master and disciple.

However, the instant he moved, a gentle stream of Soul Power lightly supported him, stopping him halfway through the motion.

"There's no need for such worldly formalities between us."

With a gentle smile on her face, Leng Yaozhu stood as well and naturally reached out to take Dai Yuhao's small hand.

Dai Yuhao obediently followed Leng Yaozhu's steps, allowing her to lead him outside. At the same time, he lifted his little face, a hint of anticipation shining in his eyes.

"Aunt... Teacher."

"Are we going to fuse my First Soul Spirit now?"

He had long heard much about the Spirit Pagoda's "specialty." He knew it was a superior method compared with hunting Soul Beasts to obtain Soul Rings, so naturally, he was filled with longing.

Leng Yaozhu first glanced at him from the side and said casually, "In private, if you aren't used to it, you can still call me Aunt Leng as before."

Dai Yuhao's eyes immediately lit up, and he nodded vigorously. He truly was more accustomed to the title "Aunt Leng," after all; he had used it for three years.

"As for fusing a Spirit Soul, there's no rush."

Leng Yaozhu led him into the private Soul Guidance Elevator and pressed a button for a certain floor.

"I'm taking you to see Elder Han now!"

"He'll choose the most suitable Spirit Soul for you."

A flash of insight crossed Dai Yuhao's mind, and he instantly understood Aunt Leng's intentions.

Elder Han came from the Body Sect, and his martial soul, Brain, was an exceptionally powerful Spirit Type Body Martial Soul!

In the field of spiritual power, Elder Han was an absolute authority.

Although Dai Yuhao's Spirit Eyes Martial Soul was based on vision, its essence was also a Spirit Type martial soul.

With Elder Han, a Spirit Type powerhouse, guiding him, he could undoubtedly make the most suitable choice for his First Soul Spirit.

The two entered that familiar, spacious room.

As always, Han Tianyi floated cross-legged in the center, seemingly immersed in meditation. The aura around him was harmonious and restrained, almost blending into the room's silence.

Even at his age, he still devoted the vast majority of his time to this. His desire to break through into the Realm of Level 99 Limit Douluo had already become an almost instinctive obsession.

Sensing Leng Yaozhu entering with Dai Yuhao, Han Tianyi did not raise his eyelids and was just about to speak when he suddenly stopped.

His eyes, which had been half-closed, abruptly flew open. A sharp light burst forth as his gaze instantly locked onto Dai Yuhao beside Leng Yaozhu!

Dai Yuhao only felt that, as the other man's gaze fell upon him, an enormous mountain seemed to crash down and crush him!

Just as his steps staggered and his mind shook violently!

A warm yet equally vast and majestic spiritual power silently spread from beside him, firmly blocking the spiritual power Han Tianyi had sent crashing over.

"Elder Han!"

Leng Yaozhu's voice rang out, and Han Tianyi instantly realized his lapse in composure.

He swiftly withdrew all the aura and spiritual power he had released. The suffocating pressure in the room immediately ebbed away like a receding tide.

His body shifted slightly as he drifted down from the air. In a single step, he arrived before them. He first gave Leng Yaozhu a slight nod in apology, then his gaze fell upon Dai Yuhao again.

This time, there was no pressure in his eyes, only incredulous astonishment and blazing intensity.

"Yuhao!" Han Tianyi's voice was slightly hoarse with excitement. "You... awakened your martial soul? And it's a Spirit Type one?!"