Descent upon Dou Ling!

Huo Yuhao had just stepped out of the room when he bumped into a familiar figure in the corridor.

It was none other than Tang Wulin.

Tang Wulin also noticed him. His eyes lit up at first, but then, as if he had thought of something, he quickly composed himself and bowed respectfully.

"Greetings, Tower Master."

The news of the Spirit Pagoda changing its Tower Master had already spread, so he naturally knew about it.

"It's Wulin." Huo Yuhao stopped and smiled helplessly. "You did this on purpose, didn't you?"

Tang Wulin straightened up, chuckled, and scratched his head. "It's just the proper etiquette towards the Tower Master."

Huo Yuhao shook his head, stopping his banter. "You came here to see me, right? Is there something you need?"

"It's nothing. I just saw my teacher yesterday and learned from him that you're leaving Douluo Continent for a while, so I came to see you off and offer my belated congratulations—congratulations on becoming the Tower Master."

He paused, a hint of uncertainty in his voice. "Speaking of which, according to the tradition of the Spirit Pagoda, your current Titled Douluo is Spirit Transmission, right?"

The former head of the Spirit Pagoda, Qian Gu Dongfeng, has stepped down, and his title has been changed to Panlong. Judging from this, Huo Yuhao's title should follow tradition and be named after the spirit transmitter, right?

"Didn't Xiong Jun tell you?" Huo Yuhao raised an eyebrow.

"No, the teacher didn't mention any of that to me at the time." Tang Wulin shook his head. "He only told me—"

Before he could finish speaking, Tang Wulin's Spiritual Sea stirred, causing him to stop talking.

The next moment, a Soul Spirit appeared beside Tang Wulin, staring wide-eyed at Huo Yuhao.

"The new Tower Master is you? Ling Bing, you're still alive?!"

This Soul Spirit was surrounded by a faint blue aura; it was none other than the Blue Silver Emperor Soul Spirit!

"Your Excellency Blue Silver Emperor, it's been a long time." Huo Yuhao greeted him as he came out.

The Blue Silver Emperor had seen his true face Ten Thousand Years Ago, so he would naturally recognize him upon seeing him again. It's just that they had never crossed paths before, so the Blue Silver Emperor Soul Spirit had no opportunity to recognize him.

After all, although Huo Yuhao agreed to give Tang Wulin the opportunity to form a contract with the Blue Silver Emperor, he was too busy with other matters to participate in the contract process himself, and naturally he had never met the Blue Silver Emperor.

The radiance of the Blue Silver Emperor Soul Spirit lingered on Huo Yuhao for a long time, the shock lingering Jiujiu afterward.

Although there are various images and news about Huo Yuhao online, as a plant-type Soul Spirit, it prefers the primeval forest environment Simulation the Spirit Ascension Platform. It doesn't usually pay much attention to rumors from the outside world. It only knows that two reincarnated gods have come to the Spirit Pagoda, but it doesn't know that one of them is Spirit Ice Douluo.

Today was the first time he had learned of Huo Yuhao's return, and he was naturally shocked.

What shocked Tang Wulin even more was that Blue Silver Emperor's shout of "Ling Bing" completely stunned him.

Ling Bing? Isn't that the Titled Douluo of the First Generation Tower Master Spirit Pagoda? Why does the Blue Silver Emperor call Yuhao that? Could it be—

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He remembered that the Blue Silver Emperor had said that he came to the Spirit Pagoda because of the First Generation Tower Master.

At this moment, it was standing in front of Huo Yuhao, calling him "Ling Bing" in a tone befitting an old acquaintance. Didn't this mean that Yuhao was the Spirit Ice Douluo?

Yuhao is not only a god, but also the First Generation Tower Master of the Spirit Pagoda, Spirit Ice Douluo?!

My idol is right next to me?

In that instant, Tang Wulin's mind completely went blank.

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Huo Yuhao vaguely saw the same expression from his past life on Tang Wulin's face, which was now offline, and couldn't help but chuckle.

Seeing him smile, the Blue Silver Emperor Soul Spirit snapped out of its shock, its expression turning complex.

"The fact that you're still alive means the rumor that you failed to become a god Ten Thousand Years Ago was false; you really did become a god?"

Huo Yuhao smiled without saying a word.

The Blue Silver Emperor Soul Spirit took this as tacit agreement and couldn't help but sigh, "Back then, we all thought you had perished. The people at the Spirit Pagoda even erected a memorial tablet for you. Who would have thought—"

At this point, he suddenly recalled the scene of burning incense and worshipping at the spirit tablets in the Spirit Pagoda, and couldn't help but glance at Huo Yuhao with a strange look.

Huo Yuhao remained calm and composed, showing no sign of embarrassment.

Seeing this, the Blue Silver Emperor Soul Spirit felt inexplicably embarrassed, but he quickly dismissed these strange thoughts and continued, "Alas, if I had known you would succeed, I would have insisted on taking this path to heaven with you back then."

Our attributes are not compatible.

Huo Yuhao shook his head. "Besides, it's not appropriate to say these things in front of Wulin."

The Blue Silver Emperor Soul Spirit turned its head and glanced at Tang Wulin —this kid was already petrified, his pupils were unfocused, his mouth was slightly open, and his soul seemed to have drifted to some star system. He was clearly still recovering from the shock of "Huo Yuhao being the Spirit Ice Douluo".

He chuckled lightly, "Wulin isn't the type to care about these things."

Upon hearing the two mention his name, Tang Wulin's eyes finally moved, slowly restarting from a frozen state. He opened his mouth, his voice hoarse. "Yuhao, are you really... the Spirit Ice Douluo?"

Huo Yuhao looked at Tang Wulin's cautious expression and smiled slightly, "What do you think?"

Tang Wulin swallowed hard, his gaze lingering on Huo Yuhao's face for a long time, as if he wanted to get to know this friend all over again.

One of his revered idols, the one who left behind various ancestral precepts for the Spirit Pagoda, single-handedly created the Soul Spirit System, and indirectly gave him the opportunity to cultivate, was actually this friend he had known since childhood—

What a dreamlike experience this was! Even now, he still felt as if he were in a dream, everything seemed so unreal. This sense of unreality far surpassed the shock he felt when he first learned that Huo Yuhao was a god.

Huo Yuhao could tell that he needed time to process this, so he didn't say anything more, just smiled, patted him on the shoulder, and turned to leave.

"Alright, I have something to do, I can't keep you company any longer."

His voice drifted from ahead, "Once you've calmed down, you can go check out the room ahead; there'll be a surprise!"

After saying that, he turned and walked downstairs at a leisurely pace, the hem of his clothes fluttering slightly in the wind of the corridor. His tall and elegant figure gradually disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

Tang Wulin stared blankly as he left, standing there as if nailed to the corridor.

Old Tang appeared beside him, sighing, "I never imagined he was the Spirit Ice Douluo you always talked about and revered."

Tang Wulin often quoted the ancestral teachings of Spirit Ice Douluo to train the Golden Dragon King's Remnant Soul. He had long been curious about Spirit Ice Douluo, never expecting that this person had always been by their side.

Tang Wulin did not reply.

Old Tang raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "What, your idol is still alive, and has even become a god, instead of falling from grace as recorded in history—aren't you happy?"

"I'm happy, of course I'm happy. I'm naturally happy that someone like Spirit Ice Ancestor could become a god and live Undying."

Tang Wulin scratched his head, his expression as conflicted as a crumpled piece of paper, "But when I think about how Spirit Ice Ancestor was Yuhao ----"

In short, I have very mixed feelings right now.

Having a historical figure he admired by his side, a scenario straight out of a novel, happening to him, he was truly overwhelmed for a while.

Especially when he thought about how he had burned incense and worshipped Ling Bing's memorial tablet, and how he had talked at length about Spirit Ice Ancestor teachings and achievements in front of Huo Yuhao, he felt like ants were crawling all over his body, and he felt uneasy all over. His mood became even more complicated.

However—putting aside those complicated feelings, joy certainly exists.

In Tang Wulin's view, it was truly a pity that someone like Spirit Ice Douluo hadn't become a god. Now, knowing that the other party had not only lived for Ten Thousand Years but had also truly embarked on the path to godhood, the satisfaction and joy of having that "unresolved regret" soothed filled his heart.

"I think I understand." The Blue Silver Emperor Soul Spirit smiled helplessly.

Tang Wulin scratched his head, unsure how to express his feelings, so he simply changed the subject.

"Speaking of Yuhao —what was the surprise the ancestor mentioned?"

"Just go and see for yourself."

Upon hearing this, Tang Wulin thought for a moment, then started walking in the direction Huo Yuhao had just left. The corridor wasn't long, and he reached the half-open door in just a few steps. He took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

Inside the door, a figure stood with his hands behind his back by the window, turning his head at the sound.

He was a middle-aged man with a cold and stern face, his aura completely concealed, like a sharp sword that had been sheathed.

"The Sword Fanatic Ancestor?" Tang Wulin blurted out, his voice trembling.

My mind went blank again.

This being, who rose from the third level of innate Soul Power to become Super Douluo, was the guiding light on his cultivation path, the role model he had inspired countless times along the way.

But he never imagined that one day he would see the real person in person outside of a Simulation battle!

What's wrong with me today?

One after another, the ancestors of the Spirit Pagoda and one after another, idols flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern, and his heart was really struggling to keep up.

While Tang Wulin was excited to see Ji Juechen, Huo Yuhao had already arrived at the meeting hall where the Spirit Pagoda's Titled Douluo were gathered.

The hall was packed with people, every seat filled, as the Titled Douluo who had come from all over the country chatted in hushed tones.

The moment Huo Yuhao appeared at the door, all sound ceased. Hundreds of eyes turned to look at him, some with awe, some with curiosity, and some with scrutiny.

Huo Yuhao strode in, his gaze calmly sweeping across the entire room.

"Is everyone here?" he asked.

Qian Gu Dong Feng immediately stood up, his voice booming. "Spirit Ice Ancestor, all those at the Mingdu headquarters and branches of the Spirit Pagoda above the Titled Douluo, except for those who must remain on duty, have arrived!"

As the words "Spirit Ice Ancestor" were uttered, the entire hall was like a lake where a boulder had been thrown in. Those Titled Douluo powerhouses, whether they had already guessed the truth or were still kept in the dark, instantly erupted into chaos.

A Titled Douluo stared wide-eyed at his companion in disbelief. "Ling Bing —Ancestor? Does this mean—Your Excellency Huo Yuhao is the First Generation Tower Master of our Spirit Pagoda Spirit Ice Douluo?"

His companion swallowed hard, his voice dry. "Obviously—yes."

"As expected, this explains why His Majesty Coiling Dragon abdicated at this time, and why his Titled Douluo is Ling Bing. Because the Spirit Ice Ancestor is still alive—and has already become a god."

One person muttered to himself.

"But—why is Spirit Ice Ancestor Fire God?"

There must be some reason we don't know.

Inside the hall, murmurs rose and fell, a mixture of shock and bewilderment. Some stared wide-eyed, while others gasped in astonishment.

Yet no one questioned Huo Yuhao's identity.

What a joke—even the high-ranking members of the Spirit Pagoda looked at him with such reverence, and the former Tower Master, Qian Gu Dong Feng, treated him with utmost respect. How could this be fake?

Ji Feihong stood behind his grandfather, looking at Huo Yuhao, his father's words, "Didn't you already understand?" echoing repeatedly in his mind.

Standing in the Execution Department's queue, Dark Phoenix Douluo gazed at that handsome and upright figure, her heart pounding like a drum. Although she had suspected it before, she still couldn't help but be stunned when it became reality.

Among the crowd, those like Luo Sheng, who had never considered this possibility before, were the most severely impacted.

Huo Yuhao is the Spirit Ice Ancestor himself. Who needs to acknowledge his achievements? He once thought that he had to "compare" or even "surpass" the Spirit Ice Ancestor to be qualified to inherit the Titled Douluo "Ling Bing".

But those achievements that he regarded as benchmarks were created by the people right in front of him!

Moreover, now that he has returned, his future legend will only be more glorious, far surpassing the records in history books!

Luo Sheng's eyes were glazed over. The doubts he had previously raised, such as "the Fire God should not be given the title of Spirit Ice Seal" and "only those whose achievements are comparable to or even surpass those of the Spirit Ice Ancestor deserve this Titled Douluo," all bounced back at him like boomerangs.

His companion, recovering from his shock, whispered to him, "Don't worry, those questions didn't reach the ancestor's ears. Besides, you were just stating reasonable points from an uninformed perspective. Even if the ancestor knew, he probably wouldn't—"

When did I ever say anything that questioned our ancestors?

Luo Sheng snapped out of his daze, his face darkening. "Don't talk nonsense. My reverence for Spirit Ice Ancestor is like a surging river, never-ending. How could I possibly question an ancestor?"

Although he didn't say anything offensive, he was in deep trouble if someone overheard him, or if his friend made fun of him about it in the future. For now, it was best to play dumb and pretend nothing had happened.

His companion: "----"

Selective amnesia?

Very well, you win.

Although the group of Titled Douluo were shocked by the truth that "Huo Yuhao is the Spirit Ice Douluo", their good manners allowed them to quickly suppress their surging emotions, although many of them could not hide their excitement.

Huo Yuhao stood in front of the crowd, and seeing that they had quickly calmed down, a smile appeared on his lips.

"Now that we're ready, let's—go to war!"

He turned to face the Dou Ling Continent, his eyes flashing with a cold light.

"Target— Dou Ling! Crushing the Holy Spirit Cult!"

"I will obey the orders of my ancestors!"

Hundreds of Titled Douluo powerhouses responded in unison, their voices like thunder.

Dou Ling Continent, Heaven Dou City.

The streets were bustling with people, a scene of great prosperity.

But beneath this prosperity lies filth everywhere.

Outside the core of the Blood River God-Slaying Grand Array, a middle-aged Evil Spirit Master leaned against the shadows of a dark alley, watching the oblivious residents in the distance, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"These fools are about to die and they don't even realize it. It's laughable."

Another Evil Spirit Master beside him raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, "They just think that the God of God of Slaughter has accepted their faith and will protect them. They're not exactly stupid—after all, they don't have many choices."

"That's right. The truly foolish ones are those guys from the Douluo Federation. I heard they're fighting fiercely with the Star Luo Empire, winning battle after battle. But they certainly didn't expect that our real trump card is here, and about to be completed."

The middle-aged Evil Spirit Master stomped his foot and gave a wicked smile, "I hope they'll still be laughing when the Abyss descends."

Upon hearing this, another Evil Spirit Master remained silent for a moment before saying, "I'm a little uneasy. You also sensed the commotion caused by that deity's re-ascension to his Divine Position. What if he attacks us?"

The middle-aged Evil Spirit Master scoffed and waved his hand, "So what if they're gods? The God of God of Slaughter is worshipped by our sect, so his recovery will definitely be faster than theirs. With the God of God of Slaughter here, the gods of the Douluo Federation can't do anything to us."

"Moreover, I think that god is just bluffing. Otherwise, why hasn't he made a sound after recovering for so many days?"

Boom!

Before the words were even finished, the world suddenly changed.

A massive spatial rift tore through the sky like a sharp blade, stretching across the entire Heaven Dou City. A vast and God Rank aura poured out from it, covering the sky and suppressing all directions.

His divine might is as vast as the sea, his divine might as deep as a prison.

At this moment, the powerful figures in Heaven Dou City all felt as if a mountain was pressing down on their shoulders, their breaths became suffocated, and their souls trembled.

"The Holy Spirit Cult —must be destroyed!"

Accompanied by a majestic voice echoing above Heaven Dou City.

A massive, seven-colored Seven Colors Divine Lightning descended from the sky, crashing down upon the location of the Blood River God-Slaying Grand Array!