The Emotion God Who Turned on His Master

Divine Realm—

In a tranquil valley.

A tall, black-haired young man was busy in the kitchen. A small knife danced at his fingertips, trailing streaks of dim blue flame.

The golden-tailed girl floating beside him had her sea-blue eyes widened round. Seizing the right moments, she tossed ingredients needing preparation beneath the young man's knife one after another.

The prepared ingredients would then fly into the pot with a wave of the white-haired girl's hand on his other side. The timing and quantities were already ingrained in her heart.

The three of them were connected in spirit, their coordination flawless.

Gradually, the fragrance from the pot spread through the entire courtyard, and the young man's expression slowly relaxed.

"Snow Woman, Liya, thank you for always being with me while I do this..."

"You never need to thank us."

"Me too..."

The white-haired girl looked at him, her eyes like warm winter sunlight.

The blue-haired mermaid's eyes shimmered as well, like the sea beneath a clear sky.

However, just as they were about to say something else, movement came from the main house beside them.

The next instant, the two of them vanished like smoke, leaving only scattered snowflakes and golden fish scales that turned into faint motes of light in the air.

"Creak..."

From the two adjoining wooden houses emerged two similarly tall figures. Their identical golden hair and evil eyes gleamed beneath the morning light.

"Ancestor, the Sea God truly knows how to teach people. This brat not only knows to acknowledge his roots now, but also knows to show filial respect to us elders."

Dai Hao glanced at the young man in the kitchen, then spoke proudly to his ancestor, Dai Mubai, who stood beside him.

Dai Hao's voice was loud, and Dai Mubai nodded solemnly beside him, as though agreeing completely.

Yet neither of them noticed the reactions of their wives, who stood half a step behind them.

Zhu Zhuqing's delicate brows furrowed slightly. Though what Dai Hao said was true, it sounded wrong no matter how she heard it.

Meanwhile, Huo Yun'er's eyes held nothing but concern.

The young man ignored Dai Hao, focusing solely on the delicious food before him.

Sensing the lingering energy fluctuations in the air and seeing that the young man was completely ignoring him, Dai Hao's expression immediately darkened.

"The Sea God is occupied with countless affairs every day. Your mother-in-law is having a difficult pregnancy, so as her son-in-law, you ought to help your father-in-law shoulder more of his burdens."

"I don't know who you're putting on this half-dead act for every day. Especially those two soul spirits of yours. It's because they keep clinging to you that Wutong doesn't like coming home..."

Before he could finish, the young man's emotionless gaze fell upon him, instantly stopping the rest of Dai Hao's words.

No matter what, he had chosen to forgive Dai Hao back then. Whatever Dai Hao did to him was something he should endure. But Snow Woman and Liya were his comrades, his family, and even his benefactors.

He would not allow Dai Hao to speak coldly of them or make up whatever he pleased about them.

"Wutong is with Mother-in-law. Father-in-law dislikes me, so it would be better if I didn't get in his way." With that, he continued stirring the wok on his own.

Seeing that the young man was acting as though he did not exist, Dai Hao could only try to assert himself with words.

"Did you even hear what I said? All you do all day is cook, cook, cook. What kind of man spends all day hovering around a stove?"

"And what are you, then? Of the three best cooks in the Divine Realm, the weakest is at least a second-class god." Dai Yuhao did not even raise his head as he lightly retorted.

The moment the words left Dai Hao's mouth, he regretted them.

Sure enough, when he turned around, even his ancestor Dai Mubai was looking at him disapprovingly.

Dai Mubai could help him discipline this rebellious son because he was a junior, and it was only proper to discipline him.

But Oscar, the God of Food, was Dai Mubai's brother-in-arms, while Rong Nianbing, the former God of Emotions, possessed combat strength comparable to a God King. Those were not people he could speak carelessly about.

Dai Hao immediately stopped putting on airs before his son and hurriedly went to explain himself to his ancestor.

Likewise, Dai Yuhao had lost his appetite. This happened every few days, so he simply flashed away from the suffocating place.

Flying through the air, Dai Yuhao could not help but fall into a daze. When had his life become like this?

Was it Dai Hao's repeated tests and provocations?

Or Tang Wutong rejecting his affection again and again?

Was it the fruitless search for his teacher's remnant soul time after time?

Or the silence of his soul spirits after they had chanced to gaze upon the Douluo Continent?

Perhaps it was all of them.

As Tang San held Tang Wulin, who had been possessed by the Golden Dragon King's divine core, and gave a heartfelt speech, friends and family wept profusely. Yet Dai Yuhao, the God of Emotions, felt nothing at all.

All they needed was a place without divine power, somewhere the Golden Dragon King's divine core would not be triggered.

His undead demiplane perfectly met those conditions.

Were they afraid he would harm that newborn infant?

Even if they did not want to use his, opening a small world was no difficult task for a God King.

Why go all the way to the Douluo Continent instead of using what was close at hand?

It was nothing more than the other half of the Dragon God's power still being on the Douluo Continent.

Watching Tang San personally hold the child the entire time, completely shielding the child from him.

It seemed as though raging waves churned in Dai Yuhao's eyes.

Yet until that child disappeared into the passageway, Dai Yuhao did nothing out of line.

After becoming scum like Dai Hao, who had fathered a child without raising him, he did not want to become a beast like Tang San, one who would lay hands on a child.

The Divine Realm continued to tremble. Looking at the external situation displayed on the Divine Realm's central screen.

The turmoil in Dai Yuhao's eyes grew increasingly violent, but he still restrained himself. His hands clenched tightly, his nails digging deep into his flesh as golden divine blood dripped to the ground.

"Yuhao, if you want to do it, then go!" Tianmeng had inherited Dai Yuhao's emotion of love, so he naturally knew how agonizing Dai Yuhao's life had been all these years.

No matter how many times Tang Wutong claimed that she was Wang Dong'er or Wang Qiu'er, a fake was still a fake. Love and lovelessness were as distinct as night and day.

"That's right. I've long since stopped wanting to stay in this Divine Realm. At worst, we'll be reduced to ashes." Ice Empress had inherited wrath. The Divine Realm's discrimination against soul beasts had long filled her with rage.

Soul beasts in the Divine Realm could not become gods, yet the gods who had once been soul beasts and exploited loopholes to ascend were targeted everywhere.

Even though their strength had already surpassed that of ordinary third-class gods, countless scornful looks were still directed their way.

"Yuhao, the moment the Sea God allowed evil soul masters to ravage the oceans, he ceased to be the god of sea soul beasts. I only trust you. From the moment I became your soul spirit, I have lived only for you, no matter what you intend to do."

Liya had inherited the emotion of evil, so she could naturally feel that lofty contempt—and could also sense just how soft-hearted the man before her truly was.

"At most, we go mad one more time..." Evil Eye's somewhat flippant voice rang out. He had originally been doomed to die, but through sheer luck, he had reached the Divine Realm. After seeing it, he felt that the Divine Realm was nothing special. In this vast Divine Realm, only the young man before him was worthy of his regard.

"Count me in!" Eight-Angle was equally eager and enthusiastic. After arriving in the Divine Realm and failing to find his former self, then witnessing how the child bearing the Golden Dragon King's divine core had been sent to the Douluo Continent, Eight-Angle understood what fate awaited his old friends still in the Icefire Yin Yang Well.

"Grandpa, Little White will always follow you!" Little White waved his fists from the side, while the other soul spirits nodded in unison.

"Yuhao, so long as you wish it, we will always be with you." At last, Snow Emperor's resolute voice echoed through Dai Yuhao's spiritual sea.

From the moment she learned that Tang Wutong was the God King's daughter, Snow Emperor had known that her feelings would never have any hope in this life. The despairing sorrow of that realization had also made her the strongest of all the soul spirits, her strength infinitely close to that of a second-class god.

Looking at the people most important to him, Dai Yuhao finally made up his mind...

At last, after the spacetime turbulence rocking the Divine Realm exposed its core, Dai Yuhao gripped Ghost Sculpture and plunged toward the weakest point in the Divine Realm's defenses.

No one had expected Dai Yuhao to act at this moment, not even Tang San.

Boom—

A full-force strike using all his power and the power of the seven great soul spirits.

The defensive barrier constructed by the newly ascended God Kings of Kindness and Evil shattered instantly.

Violent spatial energy immediately swept through the entire Divine Realm. The gods closest to the energy's center could barely maintain their footing.

"What are you doing, Dai Yuhao?!" Tang San shielded his wife and daughter as he roared at Dai Yuhao.

"Yuhao, why would you do this? Don't you love me anymore?" Tang Wutong screamed at Dai Yuhao.

Tang San's expression was ugly. He had not expected this dog, Dai Yuhao, to choose this moment to bite his master!

Dai Yuhao looked at Tang Wutong's face, twisted by shock and fury. He wanted to see the two girls who had occupied so much of his life through that face, but no matter how he looked, he could not find their shadows.

Ignoring Tang Wutong's questioning, he turned his gaze toward Huo Yun'er, whom Zhu Zhuqing was protecting behind her. Dai Yuhao spoke with some guilt.

"Mom, I'm sorry. I ruined your peaceful life."

"Yuhao, don't worry about me. Do whatever you want to do!" Though the violent energy had cut bloody wounds across Huo Yun'er's face, she still stubbornly clung to Zhu Zhuqing's arm and shouted at Dai Yuhao, who stood at the center of the storm.

As an ordinary woman, she loved Dai Hao. She had never even cared that Dai Hao had ignored her for so many years.

But as a mother, she could clearly feel her child withering away day by day. She simply could do nothing about it.

Now that her child had made his choice, all she needed to do was support him, even if the cost was losing her child.

Hearing Huo Yun'er's words, Dai Hao, protected behind Dai Mubai, immediately erupted in impotent rage.

He cursed Huo Yun'er for being mindless and Dai Yuhao for not knowing his place.

Too lazy to spare Dai Hao even a glance.

Dai Yuhao turned toward his teacher, Rong Nianbing, who had always taught him with wholehearted devotion.

"Teacher, you are free now. I hope you can live the life you want."

Rong Nianbing nodded. There were some things he simply had not been willing to think deeply about, not things he could not understand.

His disciple truly had suffered greatly over the years.

At last, Dai Yuhao looked once more at the few people in the Divine Realm who had sincerely cared for him.

"I am Huo Yuhao. I will only be Huo Yuhao."

With that, he charged toward the most violent core of energy...