I'm back. I'll update a few more chapters before school starts. For the next chapter's content, check out my other novel, <Douluo: Turning the Azure Silver Emperor into a Puppet at the Start>.
Nothingness.
There was no sky, no earth, no light, no darkness.
Huo Yuhao opened his eyes and found himself floating in an endless gray expanse. There were no points of reference around him; he could not distinguish up from down or left from right, nor could he feel the passage of time.
He looked down at himself—his body was still there, and the Dragon Core remained clutched in his hand. Its golden-red radiance was exceptionally glaring amid the gray.
"Where is this...?"
Before he could finish speaking, a light appeared in the distance.
The light drew nearer and nearer before finally stopping before Huo Yuhao. It did not take human form; it was merely a beam of light, gentle yet blinding, as though it were the only thing in this gray space.
"Huo Yuhao." A voice emerged from the light, without origin and everywhere at once. "We finally meet."
Huo Yuhao did not move.
His grip on the Dragon Core tightened slightly, but his face remained expressionless.
"Who are you?"
The voice chuckled, its laughter echoing through the space with a hint of amusement.
"Who am I?" It paused. "I am the one who created you."
Huo Yuhao's pupils contracted slightly.
The voice continued, "You, Huo Yuhao, are a character I wrote. Everything you have gone through—the humiliation at the White Tiger Duke's Mansion, the awakening of the Golden Dragon King, subduing the Three Heavenly Kings of the Extreme North, merging with the Gold and Silver Dragon King, infiltrating Shrek, Ma Xiaotao's death, Mu En's entrustment—was all written by me."
Huo Yuhao fell silent.
The voice waited