Seizing Fortunes, Tian Meng's Helplessness!

Long Wushang opened his eyes, his consciousness withdrawing from Huo Yuhao's Spiritual Sea.

Inside the secret chamber, Huo Yuhao was still strapped to that specially made single bed. His body had stopped convulsing, and his chest rose and fell gently with his faint breaths. He looked remarkably peaceful.

Long Wushang paced back and forth beside Huo Yuhao's bed, his brow tightly furrowed as though deep in thought.

He walked several laps around the secret chamber before finally stopping at the bedside.

Not finding any trace of Sea God divine power had honestly left him disappointed.

However, since he had already lured Huo Yuhao into the Black Dragon Merchant Association and personally brought him under control, there was naturally no way he would leave empty-handed.

After all, opportunities like this did not come often.

Huo Yuhao carried the continent's destiny. He was the true Son of Destiny of this era.

Even if the opportunities originally meant for him were seized by someone else in advance, the will of the world would still find ways to compensate him.

The immortal herbs of the Icefire Yin Yang Well were gone, so he obtained something suspected to be the life essence of the Life Ancient Tree.

Even though the Blade of Life had fallen into Long Wushang's hands, Huo Yuhao had still recovered from his injuries in a short time. Even his physical strength and spiritual power had become stronger than before.

That nearly unreasonable compensation mechanism, along with the halo of destiny, was what made Sons of Destiny the most troublesome.

If he did not take everything Huo Yuhao possessed today, more opportunities might appear out of nowhere in the future. Given enough time, Huo Yuhao might actually become a threat to him.

Besides, Douluo Continent was merely a lower realm. Huo Yuhao