Chrysanthemum and Ghost Revived, Rakshasa God's Trail Found

The chilling wind of the Evil Demon Forest howled through the trees, sweeping up several dead leaves. They circled Ye Guyi for a moment before being gently blown away by the lingering aura of holy light around her.

Huo Yuhao stood where he was, quietly watching Ye Guyi slowly rise to her feet. Her aura had become even more solid than before. The hundred-thousand-year seventh soul ring lay dormant within her body, perfectly merging with her Angel Martial Soul. Beyond their former purity, her clear eyes now held the depth and resolve of one who would inherit divinity.

"How do you feel?" Huo Yuhao asked.

Ye Guyi gently raised her right hand. A wisp of golden sacred flame silently ignited in her palm. The fire was purer than before, yet its heat was so restrained that it seemed almost gentle. Still, Huo Yuhao could clearly sense the terrifying power within those seemingly mild flames, power enough to burn away all evil.

"What the seventh soul ring gave me wasn't just strength." Ye Guyi spoke softly, her tone thoughtful. "I can feel it—my Angel Martial Soul... it feels like it has come alive. Before, it was only my Martial Soul. Now, it feels more like a part of me, an extension of my will."

Huo Yuhao nodded slightly, about to speak when a faint throb suddenly came from between his brows.

It was the soul imprint he had left on Dugu Bo.

He closed his eyes, and his consciousness instantly sank into that invisible connection.

Jialing Pass, ancient battlefield.

The flames of war from a thousand years ago had long since gone out. The battlefield that had once run red with blood was now nothing but barren hills and weeds. Wind and sand blew over it year-round, gradually erasing the traces of that time. Only the rusted weapons occasionally unearthed from the soil silently recounted that brutal past.

A grayish-green figure silently descended behind a pile of rocks at the edge of the battlefield.

Dugu Bo stiffly raised his head, his dead gray eyes sweeping across the desolate plain. He possessed no independent awareness and merely carried out the orders Huo Yuhao issued through their soul connection—search the battlefield ruins and find the remains of Ghost Douluo Gui Mei and Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan.

Through Dugu Bo's eyes, Huo Yuhao quietly observed this land where countless Soul Masters had been buried.

The Battle of Jialing Pass had been the site of the final confrontation between the Martial Soul Empire and the allied forces of Heaven Dou and Star Luo Empire ten thousand years ago. More than one Title Douluo had fallen in that battle. Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo had both been surrounded and killed there.

Too much time had passed. Ten thousand years of wind and sand were enough to bury everything.

Huo Yuhao controlled Dugu Bo as he slowly walked across the battlefield ruins. The poisonous mist of the Jade Phosphor Snake Emperor silently spread out, transforming into countless hair-thin strands of poison that burrowed into the earth and searched the bones underground inch by inch.

One corpse. Two corpses. Ten corpses. Countless skeletons were touched by the poison threads, yet not a single one was what Huo Yuhao sought.

Time slowly passed. Dugu Bo had already searched the battlefield for two full hours.

Just as Huo Yuhao thought this trip might prove fruitless, the poison threads suddenly came into contact with two unusual sets of remains.

The two skeletons were only a few yards apart. One was slender and long-limbed, with a faint, barely perceptible chrysanthemum fragrance lingering between its bones. The other was twisted in a bizarre fashion, as though it had possessed no fixed form even in life, while a faint ghostly aura remained on the surface of its bones.

Huo Yuhao's spirits lifted.

It was them!

Dugu Bo immediately moved, darting toward the two skeletons. A moment later, he stopped beneath a low mound of earth. The mound had long been eroded out of shape by the wind and sand. Without the poison threads' detection, no one would have known that people had once been buried there.

Dugu Bo raised a hand and waved. Emerald poison mist solidified, instantly lifting away all the dirt covering the remains.

Two nearly intact skeletons lay quietly in the pit.

Ten thousand years were enough to reduce most corpses to dust, but the bones of Title Douluo-level experts still retained the soul power and Martial Soul aura they had possessed in life. Those lingering powers had protected their remains, allowing them to endure through the river of time until now.

Through Dugu Bo's eyes, Huo Yuhao carefully examined the two skeletons.

The slender, long-limbed one had bones faintly gleaming with a pale golden luster. Even after ten thousand years of death, it still brought to mind the elegant and composed bearing he had possessed in life. This was Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, whose Martial Soul was the Velvet Sky-Piercing Chrysanthemum, a rank ninety-five control-system Title Douluo.

The other skeleton was entirely different. Its bones were twisted beyond human shape, yet they gave off a strange sense of eerie harmony, as if this was the form he had always been meant to possess. A faint gray-black aura lingered around its bones. Even after ten thousand years, that ghostly aura had not completely dispersed. This was Ghost Douluo Gui Mei, whose Martial Soul was Gui Mei, a rank ninety-five agility-attack-system Title Douluo.

Two great Title Douluo had fallen here at the same time, in the same place.

Huo Yuhao took a deep breath and softly uttered a single word through Dugu Bo's mouth.

"Collect."

Dugu Bo waved his hand. The two skeletons, along with the surrounding soil, were lifted whole by emerald poison mist and slowly sent into the Undead Demi-Plane.

At the outskirts of the Evil Demon Forest, inside a hidden cave.

Huo Yuhao sat cross-legged, with two complete skeletons laid out before him. Chrysanthemum Douluo's bones were pale gold like jade, while Ghost Douluo's were gray-black and twisted. The two sets of remains lay silently there, radiating the residual majesty of Title Douluo that had crossed ten thousand years.

Ye Guyi stood guard at the cave entrance. The angelic holy light quietly spread out, enveloping the entire opening. It served both as a warning and as a barrier, preventing any unexpected disturbance.

Huo Yuhao closed his eyes, sinking his consciousness into the Undead Demi-Plane.

Electrolux's phantom slowly emerged, his aged yet imposing gaze falling upon the two skeletons.

"Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo." Electrolux slowly spoke, his tone carrying a trace of sentiment. "Their Twin-Level Stasis Domain would still be considered a supreme control art even on the Sacred Demon Continent."

"Teacher, let's begin," Huo Yuhao said in a low voice.

Electrolux nodded and said no more.

Gray-gold Undead Magic Power surged from Huo Yuhao's body, enveloping both skeletons at once like a rising tide. This time, Electrolux did not have Huo Yuhao refine them one at a time. Instead, he acted directly, using the origin of his own soul as a catalyst to revive the two skeletons simultaneously.

The two skeletons trembled gently under the cloak of Undead Magic Power.

Pale golden light began to flow across Chrysanthemum Douluo's bones. The lingering Martial Soul aura seemed to sense some kind of summons and began actively merging with the Undead Magic Power. Ghost Douluo's bones were even stranger. Wrapped in gray-black aura, their twisted form gradually stretched out, as though an invisible body were taking shape within.

Time passed bit by bit.

Fine beads of sweat formed on Huo Yuhao's forehead. Refining two Title Douluo-level puppets at once placed an enormous burden on his spiritual power. Then, from deep within his body, a gentle yet vast force began to circulate.

It was the Dragon God dwelling within his Martial Soul, Void.

Gold, silver, ice blue, and fiery red light flashed through his body. Huo Yuhao could clearly feel that the Dragon God was watching him. That power steadily supported his nearly exhausted spiritual power, allowing the refining process to continue.

Yet Huo Yuhao also knew that the Dragon God's power was incomplete. Though the Gold and Silver Dragon King and the Ice and Fire Dragon King had merged into one, that was merely the combined power of four Dragon Kings. The true Dragon God could only be restored completely by gathering the dragon souls or Soul Bones of all Nine Dragon Kings. Only then would he truly reach the pinnacle and gain the ability to contend against the God Realm.

For now, he had merely taken the first step.

Tianmeng Ice Worm's lazy voice sounded within the Spirit Sea. "Little Yuhao, don't force yourself. We're all here."

Ice Empress's cool voice followed. "Focus. Don't get distracted."

Snow Empress said nothing. She merely sent a strand of gentle chill into his meridians, helping him steady his mind.

Ice Bear King Xiaobai muttered something in his honest, simple manner. The Three-Eyed Golden Lion's golden eyes flickered slightly as she quietly bestowed a thread of luck upon him.

Warmth filled Huo Yuhao's heart.

They were one whole.

From the Far Northern Land to the Star Dou Great Forest, from the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well to this very day, these companions had long merged into his Martial Soul, Void, living alongside him. They were not puppets. They were not tools. They were friends, companions, beings who walked beside him through life and death.

He took a deep breath and continued doing everything he could to assist Electrolux.

No one knew how much time passed.

The two skeletons erupted with dazzling light at the same time!

Flesh began to grow over Chrysanthemum Douluo's bones. Meridians, muscles, and skin formed layer by layer. In moments, a complete body appeared before Huo Yuhao. He was a middle-aged man dressed in splendid robes, with handsome features and an elegant temperament. If not for his hollow, lifeless eyes, he would have been nearly indistinguishable from a living person.

Ghost Douluo's body was even more bizarre. His form seemed to have no fixed shape. At times, he was solid like a real man; at others, he was illusory like a ghostly shadow. One glance at him was enough to send chills down one's spine. This was the unique trait of the Gui Mei Martial Soul. Even after death and revival, that uncanny aura clung to him like a shadow.

The two figures stood at once. Their hollow gazes fell upon Huo Yuhao, and they immediately bowed together.

"Your subordinate Yue Guan greets Master."

"Your subordinate Gui Mei greets Master."

The two puppets spoke simultaneously, one voice high and the other low. Their tones were completely identical, devoid of even the slightest emotion, yet eerily synchronized.

Huo Yuhao exhaled deeply and opened his eyes. Looking at the two new puppets before him, there was not much joy in his gaze.

After a moment of silence, he slowly asked, "Can you use the Twin-Level Stasis Domain?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo exchanged a glance—if those hollow gazes could even be called a glance—then raised their hands at the same time.

Two entirely different streams of soul power surged from their bodies. One was pale gold like jade, the other gray-black like ink. The two powers intertwined and coiled through the air, eventually becoming an invisible domain that instantly covered the entire cave.

Huo Yuhao felt his body sink. An invisible force seemed to completely restrain every limb and bone in his body, leaving him unable to move even a finger. Ye Guyi, standing at the cave entrance, was likewise frozen in place, her eyes filled with shock.

Two breaths later, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo withdrew their hands together, and the domain dissipated.

Huo Yuhao moved his wrist. At last, a trace of satisfaction appeared in his eyes.

"Very good," he said softly.

Ye Guyi quickly walked to his side and said in a low voice, "Yuhao, that domain... is terrifying."

Huo Yuhao nodded, but said nothing more. He simply returned Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo to the Undead Demi-Plane.

He knew clearly that although the Twin-Level Stasis Domain was indeed formidable, these two puppets alone were still far from enough to contend against the Holy Spirit Cult's two Ultimate Douluo.

He needed more.

Just then, the space between his brows throbbed again—it was Dugu Bo.

Huo Yuhao sank his consciousness into the connection and saw an entirely different scene through Dugu Bo's eyes.

It was no longer the desolate battlefield of Jialing Pass, but a barren mountain range.

Halfway up one of the mountains, a cave hidden beneath vines and jagged rocks stood silently.

From deep inside the cave came a faint, indistinct aura.

Within that ultimate evil was mixed a familiar Martial Soul fluctuation.

Huo Yuhao's pupils suddenly contracted.

That was... the Rakshasa God.

Within the Spirit Sea, Tianmeng Ice Worm was the first to explode.

"The Rakshasa God?! Bibi Dong?! Little Yuhao, she was the empress of the Martial Soul Empire ten thousand years ago! The Rakshasa God's inheritor! If her corpse is still there..."

Ice Empress calmly continued, "Then the power of the Rakshasa God's divine position must still remain within her body. If she could be revived..."

"Not necessarily." Huo Yuhao interrupted, his expression grave. "She is different from Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo. She was a divine inheritor in life. The power contained in her remains is too immense. I have no confidence that I can refine her into a puppet."

Snow Empress's gentle voice rang out. "Then go and take a look first. If there is an opportunity, try. If there is no certainty, do not force it. We are all here. We will always protect you."

Ice Bear King Xiaobai followed in an honest voice, "Yeah, yeah, I'm here too! Whoever dares touch you, I'll flatten them!"

The Three-Eyed Golden Lion's golden eyes flickered. "My power of luck may help you avoid some risks."

Tianmeng Ice Worm chuckled. "Little Yuhao, my spiritual power is on standby anytime. I may not be much good in a fight, but when it comes to staying alive and running away, I'm a professional!"

The corners of Huo Yuhao's lips lifted slightly.

The Dragon God within him remained silent, but Huo Yuhao could clearly feel that wordless gaze. Gold, silver, ice blue, and fiery red light quietly circulated deep within his body. It was incomplete Dragon God Power, but it was also one of his strongest trump cards.

He knew that the Dragon God was slowly recovering in slumber. The day he gathered the dragon souls or Soul Bones of all Nine Dragon Kings would be the day he could truly crush all obstacles before him.

But for now, having these companions was enough.

"Alright," he said softly. "Then we'll go take a look."

Three days later, at an unnamed town on the Sun Moon Empire border.

Huo Yuhao and Ye Guyi rented a quiet courtyard at the edge of town and settled there temporarily. Over the past three days, they had deliberately taken detours and concealed their auras, leaving behind no trace.

In the courtyard, Huo Yuhao sat cross-legged before a stone table, lightly tapping the tabletop with his fingertips.

Ye Guyi approached carrying two cups of hot tea and sat across from him.

"Still thinking about that matter?" she asked softly.

Huo Yuhao took the cup, sipped the tea, and nodded slightly.

Ye Guyi looked at him and said softly, "Yuhao, I know you always prefer to act cautiously. But some things require you to take the first step. Even if it doesn't work out, with your abilities, getting away safely should not be difficult. As for me, I'll stay here with Jing Hongchen. With the Sun Moon Empire's protection, the Holy Spirit Cult will not dare act openly."

Huo Yuhao remained silent for a long while before finally nodding gently.

"Alright. Then I'll make a trip there."

That night, he made all the arrangements. Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo concealed themselves in the shadows of the courtyard, while Electrolux left an undead imprint between Ye Guyi's brows. If anything happened, he would sense it immediately.

The following morning, Ye Guyi stood at the courtyard gate and looked at him. "Be careful."

Huo Yuhao nodded. With a wave of his hand, a Space-Time rift opened before him.

"Wait for me to return."

His figure entered the rift and vanished in an instant.

Outside Jialing Pass, amid barren mountains stretching for a hundred miles.

Space rippled lightly, and Huo Yuhao's figure silently appeared halfway up the mountain.

Dugu Bo had already been waiting there. Seeing his master appear, he stiffly bowed.

"Master."

Huo Yuhao nodded slightly, his gaze falling on the cave entrance some distance away.

The cave entrance was extremely well-hidden, completely covered by vines and jagged rocks. At that moment, a faint, indistinct aura seeped out from its depths. Within that ultimate evil was mixed a familiar Martial Soul fluctuation.

Huo Yuhao took a deep breath and walked toward the cave.

The cave was deep and dark. The farther he went, the denser the Rakshasa God's aura became. Huo Yuhao's eyes shone like stars in the darkness, taking in everything around him. The stone walls were covered in traces of artificial carving. Clearly, this cave had not formed naturally, but had been deliberately excavated.

After walking for about the time it took to burn an incense stick, the passage suddenly opened up.

Huo Yuhao halted, his pupils narrowing slightly.

Before him stood a vast underground palace, built entirely from dark purple stone. Its vaulted ceiling rose dozens of yards high, while its walls were carved with intricate and bizarre runes. Those runes glimmered faintly, as though telling the tale of some forbidden power.

At the center of the palace stood a stone platform.

Upon it lay the remains of a woman dressed in splendid robes.

Her face still retained the appearance she had possessed in life—dignified and majestic, yet carrying a trace of strange wickedness. Her long purple hair spread across the stone platform, her skin pale as snow, her hands folded over her chest, as though she were merely asleep.

Huo Yuhao silently looked at the remains, thoughts churning in his mind.

Bibi Dong.

The empress of the Martial Soul Empire ten thousand years ago, inheritor of the Rakshasa God, a woman who had once stood at the pinnacle of the continent.

Now, she lay here in silence, having waited for ten thousand years.

Tianmeng Ice Worm's voice softly sounded within the Spirit Sea, carrying rare solemnity. "Little Yuhao, it really is her."

Ice Empress was silent for a moment before slowly saying, "I can sense the power remaining in her body... It is immense, and dangerous."

Snow Empress said softly, "Yuhao, decide for yourself. No matter what you choose, we will be with you."

Huo Yuhao said nothing. He simply looked quietly at the remains.

He did not step forward, nor did he rashly make a move.

He merely watched in silence, engraving everything here—the location, the aura, the runes, the restrictions—into his mind.

Just then, several powerful auras erupted violently outside the cave!