Huo Yuhao

En Zuo stepped in without hesitation.

"Waa meow..."

Seeing En Zuo vanish, Demon Ding panicked. It circled around the portal and stared at it for a long while. How had such a big person disappeared? Could something so thin really hold a person?

It hurriedly plunged headfirst into the portal.

Without the support of the Narak Domain, the portal slowly closed, leaving no trace of anything unusual outside.

Inside the domain

Seeing the familiar figure appear before it, Demon Ding could not help but pounce on him. As a martial soul existing apart from his body, this was the first time Demon Ding had been separated from En Zuo.

That feeling terrified Demon Ding, whose mind had yet to mature.

"Waaah..."

"You got scared, didn't you, Demon Ding?" En Zuo held Demon Ding, whose eyes glimmered with tears as it clung to him, and stroked its round little head.

After comforting it for quite some time, he placed it on his shoulder.

"Alright, it won't happen again," En Zuo promised.

Only then did Demon Ding grumble a few times. Leaning against En Zuo's shoulder, its heavily dark-circled eyes slowly closed. Its wings gently fluttered behind it as it let out soft snores.

It had fallen asleep?

En Zuo was somewhat helpless. As a detached martial soul, Demon Ding possessed emotions far more delicate than those of ordinary people.

But he did not dislike the feeling.

Because this was what a companion was—a companion to whom he could entrust his back.

En Zuo had been an orphan in his previous life, so he treasured such hard-won emotions dearly. En Ci was one, Demon Ding was another, and Long Yue as well.

Only this way could En Zuo stop himself from thinking that this was merely an illusory world from a novel, rather than a real world filled with genuine emotions.

Turning his gaze, En Zuo's eyes reflected the magnificent golden space, where figures from countless timelines surged in a riot of colors.

"So this is the Narak Space that can travel through parallel worlds... the power of Tartarus, the Ultimate Lifeform?"

Feeling the soul power within his body, En Zuo came to an even firmer conclusion. "Maintaining Narak Space does not consume soul power."

He then looked toward the crystal encased within the crystal staff. "Could the thing fused into my martial soul be the real Narak Gem?"

No one could answer those questions, and En Zuo was not insistent on sorting them out immediately.

What mattered most now was—

Recruiting enough talented people for Monster Academy.

En Zuo already had several candidates in mind.

But the problem now was how to reach the correct timeline.

At present, En Zuo could only clearly sense one spacetime coordinate: the timeline of Legend of the Dragon King where he was currently located. This ability had its limits.

He could only sustain one additional anchor point. That was his current limit.

Holding the crystal staff, En Zuo walked deeper into Narak Space. He vaguely sensed that following this direction would bring unexpected gains.

"I hope my luck isn't too bad."

"Little Brother Huo, who else is in your family?"

"No one. I'm the only one left."

"Then that's wonderful!"

Hidden within Narak Space, En Zuo watched the scene before him, and his brow could not help twitching. Was that really the emotional intelligence a normal person ought to have...

Still, his luck was not bad.

Demon Ding had long since lost its earlier sleepiness. Its eyes widened as it peered into Narak Space. Was that guy really human...

Watching the events unfold exactly as they had in the original story, En Zuo calmly pressed Demon Ding back onto his shoulder. "Get ready. We're about to poach someone."

"Waa meow." (How could they possibly beat us at poaching people when they're competing with idiots who can say something like that?)

Demon Ding raised its head proudly, flapping its wings as its tail swished back and forth.

The crystal staff in En Zuo's hand lightly touched Narak Space. Black-red lightning rippled outward, and a doorway was forcibly opened. Peerless Tang Clan welcomed a visitor from ten thousand years in the future.

Star Dou Great Forest.

Huo Yuhao looked seriously at Tang Ya. "Sister Xiao Ya, I prom—"

Before he could finish the word, a disturbance reached the ears of all three. They warily looked toward the depths of Star Dou Great Forest.

A young man with a pale, almost sickly white complexion was slowly walking toward them.

When the two sides came within roughly ten steps of each other—

The other party spoke.

"The future Ice Spirit Douluo, the Emotion God who ascended to the Divine Realm, Dai Yuhao." After reciting a long string of titles, En Zuo looked at the bewildered Huo Yuhao and asked with an earnest expression, "Are you sure you want to agree to that woman's request?"

"Who are you?!" A flicker of hostility involuntarily flashed through Huo Yuhao's eyes. The name Dai Yuhao was something he never wished to mention for the rest of his life.

He cultivated so desperately so that one day, he could become a top powerhouse and avenge his mother.

The pain of those eleven years and the suffering his mother had endured had all been caused by the Dai Family. To humiliate him, this person had actually brought up the name Dai Yuhao.

Tang Ya had initially been somewhat curious about En Zuo's sudden appearance, but Huo Yuhao's reaction was beyond her expectations.

No matter how slow her reactions were, she knew he had come looking for trouble.

"What's wrong with you?"

Tang Ya put her hands on her hips and shielded Huo Yuhao behind her. "What do you mean? You dare bully my little brother?!"

"Bei Bei, beat him up for me. He looks all sinister. One look tells you he's no good person."

Bei Bei narrowed his eyes, no longer carrying the gentle elegance he had displayed while speaking with Huo Yuhao. "Friend, if you intend to bully someone from our Tang Sect, then as the eldest senior brother, I cannot pretend not to see it."

A dazzling blue light lit up between Bei Bei's brows. In an instant, he completed his martial soul possession, and three soul rings—two yellow and one purple—circled around his arm.

He assumed a fighting stance. "Apologize to Yuhao, and spare yourself some physical suffering."

"Waa meow!" Demon Ding roared at Bei Bei. When Bei Bei raised his hand, it immediately hid behind En Zuo again, exposing only one eye.

"That's what I should be saying." En Zuo did not back down. Instead, he directly revealed his martial soul. A crystal staff appeared in his hand, and three soul rings revolved around his body.

Black, black, black.

"What?!" Bei Bei and Tang Ya both cried out in shock. They were actually three black ten-thousand-year soul rings.

What kind of joke was this?

According to the theory of soul masters they understood, this was utterly impossible! Yet the truth stood right before them.

Someone could actually absorb a ten-thousand-year soul ring as their first soul ring.

En Zuo ignored the two of them and instead turned his gaze toward Huo Yuhao. In a deep voice, he said:

"Dai Yuhao, I know your future. You will become the strongest Ultimate Douluo on Douluo Continent in ten thousand years, bear the title Ice Spirit, and ultimately ascend to become the Emotion God!"

Huo Yuhao had already been completely stunned by the information En Zuo had thrown at him. Ice Spirit Douluo? Emotion God? He knew nothing about any of it.

But Tianmeng within his body cheered excitedly. "I told you, I didn't choose the wrong person. Yuhao, you're going to become the Emotion God in the future."

"Brother Tianmeng, why do you believe everything he says?" Huo Yuhao spoke with Sky Dream Ice Silkworm in his heart.

Sky Dream Ice Silkworm rambled on proudly, "Although that brat's first soul ring is a hundred times worse than yours, he's still an unprecedented genius. This is called mutual appreciation between geniuses."

"If you don't believe him, ask him what you'll do in the future. I'm sure you're interested in your own future too, Little Yuhao."

Huo Yuhao was somewhat tempted. Under Tang Ya and Bei Bei's worried gazes, he stepped out from behind Tang Ya and faced En Zuo directly. The pressure brought by those three ten-thousand-year soul rings nearly made him unable to stand.

Yet he still gritted his teeth and held on.

He wanted to know from this guy pretending to be a prophet whether his future self had successfully avenged his mother.

"Since you say that you know everything about me." Huo Yuhao took a deep breath, his double-pupiled eyes staring straight at En Zuo. "Then tell me—if my future self became the Ice Spirit Douluo and the so-called Emotion God, did I succeed in getting revenge?"

To Huo Yuhao, neither the Ice Spirit Douluo nor the Emotion God mattered more than this answer.

"Isn't the answer obvious?" En Zuo curled his lips, once again throwing out the surname Dai and stabbing at Huo Yuhao's nerves. "Dai Yuhao."

Hearing that surname, Huo Yuhao instinctively felt nauseated. This was precisely the time when he hated White Tiger Duke's Estate the most.

When he was eight, his mother had been beaten half to death while protecting him. She had been left with grievous injuries, had become bedridden, and eventually left this world forever.

All of it had been caused by White Tiger Duke's Estate.

"Don't mention that disgusting surname again!" Huo Yuhao's emotions surged as the hand gripping the White Tiger Dagger trembled slightly.

Suddenly, he remembered something. His pupils widened, and even his voice began to shake. "You mean..."

"You mean!!!"

The human heart truly changed in an instant.

Watching Huo Yuhao's reaction, En Zuo could not help sighing inwardly. He had never doubted Huo Yuhao's determination for revenge at this moment.

The early Huo Yuhao and the later Huo Yuhao might have been the same person, but the core of his spirit had undergone earth-shaking changes.

"You're very smart."

En Zuo tore apart the last thread of hope in Huo Yuhao's heart. "That's right. You will acknowledge your ancestors and return to the Dai Family, changing your surname back to Dai."

"That's impossible. That's absolutely impossible!"