Rebirth, Innate Full Soul Power

The chaotic dreamscape gradually shattered. Huo Yuhao felt as though his entire body had lost all strength; it was as if everything around him had been pulverized, and the sharp, piercing fragments were stabbing deep into his brain.

He snapped his eyes open, only to find himself slumped over a magic array, his mouth gasping for air in ragged, heavy breaths.

This incredibly familiar scene made him realize instantly: he had been reborn, and he had returned to the very moment his Martial Soul had awakened.

The events of the past surged into his mind: the resentment of having only Innate Soul Power of rank one; the humiliation of his mother being bullied while alive and then abducted by the God Realm as a hostage after her death; his lover being cruelly murdered, leaving him to spend his days accompanied by a deformed replica...

All sorts of hatred flooded his heart, but fortunately, the heavens had eyes, and they had actually granted him a chance to start over!

In this life, he would make the White Tiger Duke and Tang San pay their blood debts in full!

Just as he was harboring these thoughts, a voice he knew all too well reached his ears:

"Yuhao, are you alright?"

Her tone was as gentle as ever, gentle enough to make Huo Yuhao cast everything aside and lunge backward toward her. He didn't even want to confirm whether that voice was real or a hallucination; even if it were a false phantom, he wanted to grasp it firmly in his hands.

"Mom... Mom... Mommy!" he choked out these words, tears falling one by one like a bursting dam.

He had no time to ponder why Huo Yun'er would appear here; he only wanted to seize the moment and cherish this brief time.

Huo Yun'er looked at Huo Yuhao, who had begun to sob inexplicably in her arms. Though puzzled, she merely smiled gently and stroked his head, just as she had done countless times in his memories.

When Huo Yuhao's crying finally ceased, Huo Yun'er looked toward the man in the gray cloak standing to the side and asked, "Lord Zhang Peng, what is wrong with Yuhao... did something go wrong with the ritual?"

"This awakening ritual... has been passed down for ten thousand years since the era of Pope Chen Mo of the Martial Soul Hall; there shouldn't be any issues." Despite saying this, seeing Huo Yuhao's emotional state, the man known as Zhang Peng couldn't be certain. He decided to make a mental note to report it and inquire about it later.

"Alright, alright, you've already awakened your Martial Soul, why are you still acting like a little baby?" Huo Yun'er wiped the tears from Huo Yuhao's face and kissed his forehead.

Huo Yuhao's emotions calmed slightly, and then he suddenly realized something.

He looked at the person Huo Yun'er called Zhang Peng. The moment he saw that face, alarm bells rang in his heart.

Dark skin, eyebrows set at uneven heights, and a large, pitch-black "King" character etched onto his forehead.

The name, the voice, and this familiar face...

It was clearly one of the patrons of the Holy Spirit Cult, the Scorpion Tiger Douluo, Zhang Peng!

The Holy Spirit Cult was a gathering place for countless heinous Evil Soul Masters. In his past life, just after he had finished his exchange studies at the Sun Moon Imperial Soul Engineer Academy and was preparing to return to Shrek Academy, it was this guy who, under the orders of the Holy Spirit Cult, had joined forces with the Dragon Emperor Douluo, Long Xiaoyao, to intercept him and the two academy heads.

Although this man's Martial Soul required the consumption of soul beast blood to cultivate, he had never committed evil acts before being officially branded an Evil Soul Master. His fall into joining the Holy Spirit Cult was, to some extent, forced by the relentless pressure from Shrek Academy...

But... how could he possibly be here, serving as the Martial Soul envoy responsible for the awakening?

"Huo Yun'er, I know we should be tending to Yuhao's emotions right now, but... there is another problem at hand." Just then, an older man stepped forward, pointing vaguely in Huo Yuhao's direction.

"His Martial Soul is an eye." The old man was named Zhu Shan, the steward of the White Tiger Duke Mansion. Because he pitied Huo Yun'er and her son, he had been secretly providing them with aid.

"You should know that failing to awaken the Evil Eye White Tiger Martial Soul despite being of the Duke's bloodline is a scandal. Once this news spreads, even with the Duke's status, while things might appear calm on the surface, there will inevitably be whispers behind our backs."

Upon hearing this, Huo Yun'er's expression turned unsightly, and the others from the White Tiger Duke Mansion began to whisper among themselves, with all sorts of foul language following:

"As expected, a bastard is just a bastard... couldn't even awaken the Evil Eye White Tiger."

"And an eye at that... sounds like it has no combat power, just a piece of trash who can only stand behind others..."

"Hmph, now the Duchess has no reason to keep them around. Keeping such a person in the Duke Mansion only brings shame to the Duke..."

Huo Yuhao's fists clenched tightly, his eyes staring unkindly at those people.

As expected, even starting over, it's still the same...

However, in the next instant, a wave of soul power pressure instantly crushed those who had been spouting insults, forcing every single one of them to the ground in a pathetic heap.

"Article six of the Martial Soul Code: The Awakening Hall is supreme; no foul language is permitted!" Zhang Peng glanced at those who had just been speaking, snorted coldly, and then released the pressure.

He looked at Huo Yuhao in front of him: "Come to think of it, you fainted right after awakening your Martial Soul; you haven't had a chance to test your soul power yet, have you, little one?"

"After all, the eye is one of the top-tier Body Martial Souls. Awakening with soul power shouldn't be difficult."

Zhang Peng took out a crystal ball and placed it in front of Huo Yuhao.

"Place your hand on it, control your soul power, and channel it into this crystal ball."

Huo Yuhao wiped the remaining tears from his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and placed his hand on the crystal ball.

From everything he had just experienced, he could already confirm that the world he had returned to had undergone massive changes compared to his memories.

His mother, who was healthier than before; Zhang Peng, who had become a Martial Soul envoy... and he even claimed to belong to the Martial Soul Hall, which should have been wiped out by Tang San ten thousand years ago...

After ascending to the God Realm, he had heard stories about Tang San from his ancestors, but he could guarantee that in the stories of ten thousand years ago, there had never been a Pope named Chen Mo. The Pope of that era should have clearly been named Bibi Dong!

Huo Yuhao did not yet have an answer as to where these anomalies originated. But since these changes had already occurred, would his own talent also...

Carrying such questions and expectations, he slowly channeled his soul power into the crystal ball.

In his past life, he had only awakened with rank one Innate Soul Power, and the light from the crystal ball had been negligible.

But this time, the radiance illuminated the entire Awakening Hall, lingering at its most dazzling peak.

Zhang Peng looked at the light and nodded slightly: "As expected, exactly as anticipated. Innate Full Soul Power, perfectly fitting."

Huo Yuhao stared at the light, stunned in place.

Not rank one... but Innate Full Soul Power?

The sudden surprise left him at a loss, but the next moment, Huo Yun'er hugged Huo Yuhao from behind, tears in her eyes.

"That's wonderful, Yuhao... you won't be bullied ever again..."

"It's truly wonderful..." Huo Yun'er's voice choked with emotion, making Huo Yuhao feel a pang of sorrow as well.

Huo Yun'er's tears had always been restrained; in Huo Yuhao's memories, his mother had seemingly never cried in front of anyone else. When he awakened his martial soul in his past life, he had sworn before her that he would never let her shed another drop of a tear, yet in the end, Huo Yun'er had passed away far too soon.

Innate Full Soul Power... on the Douluo Continent, these five words did not just mean that one belonged to the one-in-ten-thousand super geniuses; they also represented the immense possibility of becoming one of the continent's top powerhouses: a Titled Douluo!

The wealth, status, and power that followed were beyond measure!

The crowd, who had originally been suppressed by Zhang Peng's soul power for speaking ill of Huo Yuhao's martial soul, now saw the resentment in their eyes vanish, replaced only by disbelief and an intensifying look of sycophancy.

However, just at this moment, a voice filled with jealousy and hatred emerged.

"Innate Full Soul Power... how could it possibly be Innate Full Soul Power!"

Huo Yuhao turned toward the source of the voice, his eyes involuntarily bloodshot: it was a boy with golden hair and golden eyes, dressed in white, with a uniquely styled pendant hanging around his neck. Even at only five or six years of age, he already possessed the foundation of his future handsome appearance.

It was none other than Huo Yuhao's mother's killer, Dai Huabin!