You Just Need to Accept Your Demise

In the silence, an invisible breeze stirred the snow-white hair, like the only color in an endless night.

His fair skin was covered in dreamlike, multicolored cracks. Like porcelain that had been shattered and pieced back together, they did not diminish his beauty in the slightest, but instead lent him a heartbreaking sense of fragility.

A sharp boom rang out. In the blink of an eye, Bo Saixi had arrived before Huo Yuhao, her reddened eyes fixed on him.

"It really is you... It really is you."

She raised a trembling hand and gently caressed the face she had longed for day and night, tears rolling down without end.

"I thought... I would never see you again..."

From beginning to end, she alone knew what Huo Yuhao had gone through. She alone had endured the torment of despair.

Looking at the tearful woman before him, Huo Yuhao gently took the delicate hand resting against his cheek and smiled warmly.

"You've worked hard. Leave the rest to me."

Amid the crowd, Qian Daoliu felt as if his eyes were about to burst. He silently lowered his head, while everyone else finally came back to their senses.

"Yuhao—Yuhao has returned!"

"That's the Holy Son!"

"The Pagoda Master has returned!"

Indescribable joy appeared on everyone's faces. The young man's deeds had spread by word of mouth, centered around the members of Spirit Hall and sweeping outward like a storm.

The most outstanding Holy Son in Spirit Hall's history.

He had defeated the Clear Sky Douluo in the Soul Master Tournament while only at Soul King cultivation.

The Pagoda Master of the Spirit Pagoda.

Achievement after achievement had been placed upon Huo Yuhao like crowns, forging for him the most legendary of reputations.

The moment that figure appeared before them, the despair in their