Electrolux

The coachman gripped his whip, lashing the horses with all his might. The two spirit beast steeds galloped with flying hooves, the carriage wheels spinning rapidly and kicking up a trail of dust as they raced forward without a moment's rest.

The moment Su Ming's carriage reached the border of the Star Dou Forest, it came to a halt in a clearing just outside the forest's edge.

Looking ahead, a carriage with a simple, archaic design sat steadily in the distance. The curtains were embroidered with minimalist patterns—it was unmistakably the transport used by Bei Bei and Tang Ya.

Su Ming nodded slightly, his gaze falling upon the vast, boundless primeval forest before him. With a subtle shift in his aura, he traced the lingering presence of Bei Bei and Tang Ya, stepping slowly into the Star Dou Forest.

Stepping onto this land, so renowned throughout the spirit master world, Su Ming could not help but feel a sense of awe, even though he had been mentally prepared.

Ancient trees towered into the sky, their thick trunks piercing the clouds and blocking out the sun. Sunlight could only filter through the layers of dense foliage, casting mottled, fragmented spots of light upon the ground.

The forest was saturated with spiritual energy, and the vegetation was lush and verdant. Rare spirit herbs of ten or hundred-year maturity were visible everywhere, while the low roars of spirit beasts and the sound of beating wings echoed periodically—a place teeming with vitality yet concealing deadly peril.

It was truly the undisputed gathering place for spirit beasts on the Douluo Continent, nurturing countless creatures and harboring both endless opportunities and lethal intent.

Thus, Su Ming suppressed his entire aura, hiding deep within the dense forest. He followed the pair silently for several days, witnessing the key events of the original story with his own eyes.

Beside a campfire in the woods, Huo Yuhao grilled fish that exuded a mouth-watering aroma. Bei Bei and Tang Ya feasted heartily, the three of them chatting happily. As they parted ways, they bid each other farewell, and after Bei Bei and Tang Ya turned to leave, Huo Yuhao continued alone toward the depths of the forest.

Once the three had fully separated, Su Ming moved lightly, following Huo Yuhao in silence. He kept his aura perfectly concealed, revealing not a single trace of his presence throughout.

They had not traveled far with Huo Yuhao when a sharp burst of spirit skill fluctuations erupted in the woods ahead. Violent air currents scattered, causing leaves to rustle and fall. Su Ming looked up to see Huo Yuhao locked in a life-or-death struggle with that incredibly vicious God-Slaying Wind Baboon!

The God-Slaying Wind Baboon was brutal by nature, moving with ghostly speed. Its wind-attribute spirit skills were sharp and ruthless, each strike aimed to kill. Relying on mental power far exceeding that of an ordinary person and an incredibly tenacious will, Huo Yuhao struggled to hold his own against the beast.

Though his frame was slight, he did not retreat. His eyes burned with determination as he dodged and countered with every ounce of his strength. Each move was a desperate gamble; a single moment of carelessness would have meant death under the baboon's claws.

The duel was heart-stopping. After several exchanges, Huo Yuhao was covered in wounds, his breathing ragged and his strength completely exhausted.

Yet, at the final moment, he seized a fleeting opening, snapped his wrist with force, and drove the sharp White Tiger Dagger deep into the God-Slaying Wind Baboon's vitals!

The God-Slaying Wind Baboon let out a shrill, mournful cry before its massive body collapsed heavily to the ground, its life extinguished. This life-or-death battle finally concluded with Huo Yuhao's narrow victory.

Su Ming watched from the sidelines, stunned. The God-Slaying Wind Baboon had nearly succeeded several times, only for Huo Yuhao to narrowly evade the attacks. One had to admit, the Child of Destiny was truly something else.

At the very moment the beast fell, a vast, boundless, and gentle mental energy swept across the forest like a tidal wave. It enveloped the surrounding world, powerful yet devoid of any killing intent.

Su Ming understood immediately: this must be the arrival of that great worm, the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm. That peculiar spirit beast, who spent his days eating and sleeping, had accidentally cultivated into a million-year spirit beast. He had been hunted by the Ice Empress, fled in a panic into the Star Dou Forest, and was eventually captured by the Beast God Di Tian, becoming a living energy battery for the fierce beasts.

If one called him unlucky, he had enjoyed the Myriad-Year Mysterious Ice Marrow all to himself; if one called him lucky, he had been captured as a battery while fleeing, only to eventually help create a god. He was truly the number one god-maker of the Douluo Continent.

The mental energy of the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm intersected with Huo Yuhao's, and the man and the worm began to communicate slowly within the mental space, preparing to forge a contract.

It was at this critical juncture that the clear sky above the forest suddenly churned with dark clouds. The light faded rapidly, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth seemed to freeze. A terrifying pressure—ancient, desolate, lonely, and transcending all things—tore through the firmament and descended. It pressed down so heavily that the nearby spirit beasts of the Star Dou Forest all prostrated themselves, trembling and not daring to even breathe.

Feeling this supreme soul pressure, Su Ming's eyes narrowed. He understood instantly and remained calm. He immediately raised his hand and swiftly pulled out the exquisite wooden box from his robes; inside lay the Gold of Life, incomparably precious and brimming with endless vitality.

The gray soul-stream that had been heading straight for Huo Yuhao paused abruptly in the void, instantly sensing the pure, heavy, and ever-flowing aura of the Gold of Life.

It hovered in mid-air for a moment, as if making a judgment, before suddenly changing direction. Ignoring Huo Yuhao entirely, it shot straight toward Su Ming.

The gray stream moved with incredible speed, meeting no resistance as it merged into the center of Su Ming's brow and dove into his sea of consciousness.

Immediately following, a voice that spanned the ages—arrogant, peerless, and filled with endless desolation and disdain for the world—boomed directly within Su Ming's mind, piercing his soul and shaking his spirit:

"Holding the sun and moon in my hand, plucking the stars, there is no one in this world like me!"

The voice was weary and aged, yet carried an innate, supreme pride, as if it had witnessed the vicissitudes of eons and seen through all things in existence. With a trace of lingering, faint soul-breath, it echoed slowly.

"I did not expect that I, Electrolux, would have a wisp of my soul preserved... Little one, my soul-breath is currently weak and I am utterly exhausted. I must enter a deep slumber to recover. Once I regain some vitality and my condition improves, I will see you again. Rest assured, I harbor no ill intent toward you."

As the words faded, the arrogant gray remnant soul transformed into a gentle mist of light, settling quietly in the deepest part of Su Ming's sea of consciousness and falling into a deep sleep.

Seeing that everything had been accomplished and that Electrolux had successfully taken residence in his sea of consciousness, Su Ming felt a weight lift from his heart. He did not linger, turning around and walking steadily out of the Star Dou Forest.

Though Huo Yuhao was currently unconscious due to the exhaustion of his mental power and physical strength, as the Child of Destiny of the Douluo Continent, he was protected by the providence of the Heavenly Dao and would face no threat to his life.

Before long, Bei Bei and Tang Ya would sense the commotion and rush to this location. The plot for them to recruit a new disciple for the Tang Sect would follow, and there was no need for him to stay and interfere with their destiny.

Su Ming's figure vanished into the woods, retreating quietly and leaving the place of contention behind entirely.