Huo Yuhao: Go Easy? I Prefer to Cut the Grass and Remove the Roots!

The next moment—

A point of golden light quietly ignited within the spiritual space corresponding to the center of Huo Yuhao's brow.

That golden light, initially as faint as a spark, instantly blazed like a scorching sun!

Within the golden radiance, a vertical pupil slowly emerged and opened!

The pupil was composed entirely of pure golden energy, its edges flowing with mysterious runes, while deep within, galaxies seemed to rotate and the River of Destiny surged.

It did not radiate the pressure of mere powerful force, but rather a grand, majestic aura of supremacy—looking down upon all living beings, holding the power to dictate cause and effect!

This was none other than the Eye of Destiny, the natal divine artifact Huo Yuhao had forged in his past life, based on the Eye of Life, fused with the power of destiny, and tempered through the divine tribulation!

Although what appeared now was merely a projection of the Eye of Destiny within his primordial soul, possessing less than one percent of its true power, its essence—which transcended the mundane—was already more than enough!

The Eye of Destiny rotated slowly, its golden gaze like a physical force, sweeping gently across the gray-white phantom of the Dual-World Gate.

Silently and soundlessly, the power of space-time confinement radiating from the portal dissolved and disintegrated like snow under the sun!

The portal itself began to tremble violently, its light flickering erratically, and cracks appeared across its surface as if the markings upon it had suffered an unbearable impact!

"Th-this is... the Eye of Destiny?!" Wang Teng was struck as if by lightning; his entire soul body shuddered violently, the color draining from his face until nothing remained but boundless terror and a sense of absurdity.

He pointed at Huo Yuhao, his voice sharp and fractured from extreme shock and panic: "You... you are not the eleven-year-old Huo Yuhao! You... you are a reincarnator?! How is this possible?! This point in time was supposed to be the safest... how could I be so unlucky?!"

He finally understood! Why the opponent's spiritual body was so solid and unique! Why he could so easily break free from the shackles of the Dual-World Gate!

Everything had an answer—the person he had possessed was not some ignorant, naive youth, but a reincarnator!

Wang Teng, who was intimately familiar with the "original plot," felt his guts turning with regret; boundless fear engulfed him.

He had originally thought himself the Chosen One, relying on his golden finger to transmigrate, seize the opportunities of the Son of Destiny, and reach the pinnacle of life.

Yet, he never expected to kick a steel plate harder than titanium alloy!

Huo Yuhao had no interest in listening to his mental breakdown, nor did he intend to waste any words.

To be merciful to an enemy is to be cruel to oneself.

"Hum—"

The aura previously restrained within his body erupted!

It was no longer the calm he had deliberately maintained, but an unreserved release of the terrifying mark settled in the deepest depths of his soul!

A towering phantom of blood-red aura rose behind him; it was not real blood, but a spiritual manifestation condensed from endless killing intent, the baleful energy of the battlefield, and the unwillingness and resentment of fallen gods!

Phantoms of mountains of corpses and seas of blood vaguely emerged, and bone-chilling coldness and the aura of destruction filled the entire sea of consciousness!

In Wang Teng's current perception, the person walking toward him step by step was no longer a frail youth, but a peerless god of slaughter crawling up from the lowest depths of the Nine Nether Hells!

That cold killing intent nearly froze his soul, and the boundless fear made him unable to even conceive the thought of running away.

"No... don't! Huo Yuhao! My lord! I was wrong! Please, spare my life!"

Wang Teng completely collapsed, his legs turning to jelly as he knelt directly on the illusory "water surface" of the sea of consciousness, kowtowing desperately. "I'm useful! I really am! I know many secrets! I know all of Tang San's plans!

I know the locations of many future opportunities; Tang Wutong, Ju Zi, Wang Qiu'er... I know everything about them!

I can help you avoid all the traps, I can help you deal with Tang San!

Keep me, I can be of great use to you!"

He begged incoherently, frantically throwing out every bargaining chip he knew, hoping only to trade for a sliver of survival.

Huo Yuhao's footsteps stopped before him, looking down from above at the soul body that was covered in tears and snot, revealing its utter ugliness.

His eyes held no fluctuations, only a desolate, indifferent silence.

"Sorry." Huo Yuhao finally spoke, his voice terrifyingly calm. "I don't have the habit of keeping a soul body that wants to kill me and knows many secrets by my side."

As the words fell, before Wang Teng could plead again, Huo Yuhao's spiritual power had already transformed into countless tough, cold, translucent tentacles, instantly wrapping Wang Teng's soul body tightly and completely sealing his ability to move or speak.

Wang Teng's eyes widened to their limit, filled with despair, resentment, and unwillingness, yet he could only emit a muffled, whimpering sound.

Huo Yuhao reached out a finger and tapped it gently against the center of his brow.

The devouring began.

There was no earth-shattering commotion, only the plundering and digestion of the soul's essence.

Wang Teng's soul body, like a weathered sand sculpture, began to rapidly dissolve from the point of contact into dim particles of light, which were then absorbed by Huo Yuhao's spiritual body.

The entire process lasted for about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

When the last particle of light merged into Huo Yuhao's spiritual body, his sea of consciousness returned to calm, though its range seemed to have expanded slightly, and the "water quality" of his spiritual power seemed a bit more refined.

Huo Yuhao stood quietly, closing his eyes to digest the fragments of Wang Teng's twenty-plus years of memories that had flooded into his mind.

The scenes of memory were chaotic and varied:

An ordinary modern youth, repeating the dull "996" work routine every day, weaving through crowded subways and streams of people, his face etched with exhaustion and confusion about the future.

His only solace and escape was in a rented room late at night, facing a computer screen, immersing himself in the fantasy worlds of various web novels.

He envied the protagonists for their unrestrained vengeance, their invincibility under the heavens, their harems, arguing about plots on forums, and fantasizing about what he would do if he were to transmigrate...

Then came a blinding red light, the massive characters for "Great Fortune" rapidly enlarging in his field of vision, followed by searing pain and darkness.

When he regained consciousness, he had become a fragile soul drifting outside the planar barrier of the Douluo Continent, with a stream of information called the "Dual-World Gate" embedded in his mind.

This gate granted him the ability to traverse space and briefly stabilize his soul, while vaguely guiding him to possess a body at the place where "fortune is most abundant and the nodes of fate are weakest," thereby stealing destiny and replacing the original owner.

He was ecstatic, believing that his luck had finally turned and he had become the protagonist of a story.

He meticulously selected the moment when "Huo Yuhao was eleven years old and first entered the Star Dou Great Forest"—the time in the original plot when the protagonist was at his weakest and most defenseless—and used the power of the Dual-World Gate to pierce through space and launch a possession attack...

Yet he never expected that the "Huo Yuhao" before him was no longer that ignorant youth, but a vengeful soul who had returned with monstrous hatred and endless memories.

Wang Teng's attempt at possession was no different from a moth flying into a flame, courting his own destruction; it could only be said that he had run into truly terrible luck.

However, none of this concerned Huo Yuhao at this moment.

The process of devouring had already concluded, and Wang Teng's soul had become mere nourishment to sustain Huo Yuhao's shattered divine soul.

What truly caused Huo Yuhao to fall into a long contemplation after digesting the memories was not Wang Teng's unremarkable modern life, nor his bizarre experience of transmigrating.

It was a peculiar piece of information hidden deep within these memories, which Wang Teng regarded as the "original script" titled Douluo Continent.

This information was not a coherent, complete book, but rather a collection of cognition composed of countless fragmented images, text, and settings, covering what was known as the Douluo Continent series, which surprisingly spanned four volumes.

Huo Yuhao instinctively skipped the others and focused his attention on the section labeled "Part II: Peerless Tang Sect"—the story with "Huo Yuhao" as the protagonist.

He "flipped through" this "plot" from the perspective of an outsider from another world.

The more he read, the tighter his brows furrowed.

This so-called "original plot" bore a world of difference from the past life he had personally experienced!