Ice Empress called him Master every day now,
while she wouldn't even spare Sky Dream Ice Silkworm a glance. He was a complete clown.
He really had licked his way to ending up with nothing.
Depressed, he could only retreat to his corner and silently go back to sleep.
Huo Yuhao knew what was happening in the Sea of Consciousness, but he didn't feel like getting involved.
He closed his eyes, set the Ghost Killing Art back in motion, and continued greedily absorbing the energy of the Lake of Life.
Black Soul Path energy flickered faintly across his skin, forcibly refining the pure life force.
The next few days followed an extremely regular—and grueling—routine for Huo Yuhao.
By day, Di Tian used him as a lightning rod. Though the lightning never actually struck him, Huo Yuhao couldn't help feeling that constantly provoking the Will of Douluo would bring retribution someday.
More than that, every time, his Soul Power was completely drained. Even with the rich life energy replenishing him by the Lake of Life, it was still miserable.
After repeating this grueling training over and over, Huo Yuhao's physical strength and Soul Power purity were forcibly raised by an entire level.
Noon on the fifth day.
Huo Yuhao had just been struck by another wave of tribulation lightning. Now he lay sprawled on the ground, panting, unwilling to move even a finger.
The space around him suddenly warped.
Di Tian appeared out of thin air, holding something extremely strange.
Huo Yuhao struggled to sit up and took a closer look.
It was a roughly two-meter-tall mass of translucent, mist-like material, dark purple from head to toe.
The mist churned, and tiny silver bolts of lightning darted through it now and then, crackling softly.
At the very center of the mist