Yuhao Burns His Soul!

At this moment, outside the Sky Screen, Dai Hao, who was about to arrive at the White Tiger Duke Mansion, saw the White Tiger Duke Mansion appear within the Sky Screen. A profound sense of helplessness and foreboding suddenly rose in his heart.

"How... did it start with me again...?"

Within the Sky Screen, cold morning mist shrouded the entire White Tiger Duke Mansion like a massive iron cage. In the most remote and dilapidated woodshed of that magnificent estate—

An eleven-year-old boy, gaunt to the bone and dressed in thin, coarse hemp clothing, lay quietly atop a pile of icy straw. Long-term malnutrition and the bitter cold had already frozen his body stiff, and his faint breaths seemed as though they could cease at any moment.

Yet the very next second, the boy's body suddenly jolted, and his tightly shut eyes flew open!

That was no longer the timid gaze an eleven-year-old illegitimate child, bullied beyond measure, should have possessed. Within those clear Spirit Eyes, dark-red bloody light as tangible as substance intertwined with bottomless, absolute deathly stillness!

That terrifying Divine Sense, filled with endless battle intent and hatred, carrying an aura of no return, crossed boundless time and space at this moment. It descended from the shattered Great God Circle, traversing the heavens and forcefully entering this frail shell of his past self!

Huo Yuhao slowly sat up from the straw pile.

He lowered his head and looked at his childish little hands, covered in chilblains and calluses, then swept his gaze across the woodshed that had borne all the pain and despair of his childhood.

Suddenly, an extraordinarily eerie, crazed, even chillingly wicked smile curled across his lips.

"Man! Children, I'm back!!!"

A low, hoarse roar rolled from Huo Yuhao's throat, yet it seemed to contain a