Huo Yuhao seals Huo Yuhao, Tang San is reborn, and misfortune dogs the Glazed Tile Sect (4K6)

The Divine Realm's radiant clouds drifted like soft silken ribbons, a riot of colors as dreamlike as an illusion.

Within a towering, sacred palace, a blue-clad figure with a trident branded between his brows stood beside a woman in a pink dress, gazing beneath the clouds as they spoke.

They were naturally God King Tang, the progenitor of Soul Masters who held both the Sea God and Asura God godhoods, and his wife, Xiao Wu.

At that moment, the God King frowned, moving his fingers as though calculating something.

Xiao Wu asked with concern, "Third Brother, are you still troubled by the Tang Sect's decline? After all, we cannot interfere with changes in the lower planes."

"You're right, but recently I sensed a new star rising on the Douluo Continent, bound to the fate of my Tang Sect by countless threads."

God King Tang nodded, looking somewhat puzzled. "I tried to see his destiny clearly, but layers of fog obscured my vision, and it's becoming even less clear. Hopefully, everything is heading in the right direction."

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As a God King, he could monitor the lower planes. Prolonged surveillance overstepped the rules, but he himself was the God of Law Enforcement, so naturally no one could trouble him over it.

Several days earlier, he had sensed the birth of a new star. Yet for some unknown reason, something had changed, and the target he had roughly pinpointed had become elusive.

Xiao Wu offered a few more words of comfort. Tang San nodded to show he had taken them to heart, then smiled and told her to go chat with the Goddess of Life. His gaze immediately grew dark.

"Though I don't know where this change originated, I wield the Divine Realm's authority. No matter how dazzlingly talented a prodigy in the lower realm may be, he cannot escape my eyes."

"Xiao Qi grew up hearing our stories and has always yearned for the Douluo Continent. This is the perfect chance for her to descend. New child of the plane, I look forward to your arrival. Become my powerful ally in securing control over the Divine Realm, and sweep away those who obstruct its future."

"Ten thousand years of surveillance, and the harvest is at hand. The Emperor Auspicious Beast, the ten-thousand-year plan... Even if the plane's new star is a woman, I can arrange for her to enter Qiankun Asking Love Valley."

Having made his decision, God King Tang looked toward his daughter, who was laughing and playing amid the clouds. She was the little Princess born to receive all the Divine Realm's love and favor. The plane's new star was barely worthy of her.

Treat him at Shrek Academy to plant the seeds of reverence for himself; behead him in Qiankun Asking Love Valley to purge any thoughts he should not have; then take him in as a dog once he reached the Divine Realm.

If anything unexpected happened along the way, Da Ming and Er Ming could deal with it. The plan was flawless.

Star Luo Empire, White Tiger Duke's Mansion.

Huo Yuhao buried Huo Yun'er and kowtowed three times, then whispered to the gravestone, "Mom, go to the Underworld first. Our ancestor will bring you to the Divine Realm soon. Wait for me. In this life, I'll become a god sooner, gain Father-in-law's approval, and bring Father up so you can be reunited."

"You'll have to put up with this place for a little while. That duchess won't be able to swagger around much longer. She'll soon fall gravely ill and die without me having to lift a finger. Father will also erect a gravestone for you inscribed with 'My beloved wife, Huo Yun'er.'"

With that, he brushed the dust off himself, straightened his thin, sallow body, and slipped out of the White Tiger Duke's Mansion with the illusory Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, heading toward the Star Dou Great Forest.

He was not Huo Yuhao—or, more precisely, he was the God of Emotion, Huo Yuhao, who had traveled back from the future.

Disaster had engulfed the Divine Realm, and temporal turbulence raged like an apocalyptic storm.

The two God Kings, Life and Destruction, had sacrificed their lives in a failed attempt to halt the Temporal Turbulence. The gods perished one after another. Relying on the Divine Realm's strongest spiritual power and the little knowledge of space and time he had gained from the Evil Emperor, he escaped, lost all his cultivation, and was reborn in Huo Yuhao's body a year earlier.

During that year, he had supplanted Huo Yuhao's consciousness, cultivating the Mysterious Heaven Skill and Tang Sect Secret Arts to improve his body.

His mother, Huo Yun'er, still died. Huo Yuhao had made no attempt to change her fate, because he felt things were fine this way. His father-in-law would have their ancestor make proper arrangements for her.

But while he was satisfied, someone else was not.

"What nonsense are you spouting, you beast? You're not my future self at all! How could you watch Mother die in agony? You clearly know the Mysterious Heaven Skill, which can improve the body!"

Within the Sea of Consciousness, a boy who looked exactly like Huo Yuhao stared fixedly at him, his eyes full of hatred.

He was Huo Yuhao, who had just lost the mother he had depended on since childhood.

Previously, because the other party looked exactly like him and displayed many abilities he yearned for, he had relinquished control of his body. He had even looked forward to the other party changing their circumstances and taking his mother away from the mansion's servants' courtyard.

But Huo Yuhao had not taken his mother away. He had simply watched as Huo Yun'er's health deteriorated day by day.

Huo Yuhao's resentment gradually grew, and he raised a furious uproar in the Sea of Consciousness. Today, when Huo Yun'er was buried, he could endure it no longer.

The vengeance owed for his mother's death was irreconcilable. This person had tricked him into surrendering control of his body, then watched his beloved mother die in agony. He was a beast!

Huo Yuhao frowned. His spiritual form appeared in the Sea of Consciousness, and he looked at Huo Yuhao, explaining coldly:

"When I appeared, I told you that your immaturity had cost you too much and left you with too many regrets. I could change all of that."

"Your body was so frail that you were weaker than an ordinary person. I spent a year practicing the Mysterious Heaven Skill and running to improve this body's potential. Could you have done that?"

"I don't care about any of that! Why did you watch Mom slowly die of illness? Why? Why!"

Huo Yuhao hurled question after question at him, running forward and swinging a fist at his face.

"Hmph. My younger self really had no manners. A mortal dares offend a true god? When you grow up, you'll understand that this suffering and hatred amount to nothing."

A cold, mocking smile curled Huo Yuhao's lips. He released his fragmentary Divine Sense, faint as a spark, and condensed his spiritual power into a barred cage within the Sea of Consciousness, trapping Huo Yuhao inside.

Huo Yuhao pounded the cage with his fists and shouted, "You're not me! You're definitely not me! I want Mom alive! I want to kill Dai Huabin! I want to kill the duchess! I want to wipe out the White Tiger Duke's bloodline..."

"Enough! You're the White Tiger Duke's son yourself. No matter what mistakes Father made, you have no right to hate him. You should help him instead!"

Huo Yuhao roared at him.

"What kind of father is he? What kind of father?! In all these years, has he ever come to see Mother and me even once?" Huo Yuhao's eyes were bloodshot, and he was as frenzied as a wild beast.

"And who the hell are you to tell me to let go of my hatred? Do you still remember that beast Dai Huabin beating you and Mother? I'll kill him. I'll kill him and you together..."

Huo Yuhao's brow furrowed deeply. How had his former self been so foolish?

Dai Huabin had done wrong, but the duchess had instigated it. In the future, he would fight desperately to defend Shrek Academy's honor. How could he let him be killed?

"Forget about the duchess. She'll soon fall ill and die. As for Dai Huabin, he made mistakes, but he's still your brother. You can be at odds with him, but you cannot kill him."

Huo Yuhao clasped his hands behind his back and raised his chin, speaking with a lofty, indifferent expression.

Hearing this, Huo Yuhao stared at him for a long while. Then he suddenly abandoned his futile resistance, sat on the ground with his legs splayed, and pulled his lips into a mocking smile.

"Do you think you look grand and powerful right now? Do you know what you actually look like?"

Huo Yuhao glared. "Like what?"

"You look like a dog. No, you are a dog!

"You're a dog more obedient than every servant of the White Tiger Duke, letting people beat you, curse you, and humiliate you as they please. You even abandoned the mother who raised you. You don't even have the courage to take revenge on Dai Huabin and the duchess. You're a mangy dog!"

"I, Huo Yuhao, will never acknowledge you as my future self!!!"

Huo Yuhao raised his middle finger at him, sneering at that face identical to his own yet utterly different in bearing. "If you really are my future self, then I should die right now. I should go see Mom right now and tell her.

"Your Yuhao has disappointed you. He's become a damned dog who does nothing but prattle on about Wutong and his father-in-law every day."

"Shut up!!! You don't understand anything!!!"

Huo Yuhao flew into a rage. His spiritual power erupted, hurling Huo Yuhao, cage and all, into the Sea of Consciousness.

After doing this, his face turned pale, and he collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

"Even sealing myself away is this exhausting. I'm hardly any better off than Elder Yi..."

Outside, Huo Yuhao collapsed in the forest. Suddenly, he heard guards on patrol. Ignoring his extreme spiritual exhaustion, he forced himself up and ran.

Go. Hurry. Brother Sky Dream, Elder Yi, Senior Brother Bei Bei, and Teacher Xiaoya are all waiting for you in the Star Dou Great Forest.

His divine consciousness was like a candle flickering in the wind. Huo Yuhao felt he desperately needed gold of life, but it was not something he could obtain now.

Even if that blade was at the Starlight Auction House, he could neither buy it nor remove the curse within it.

Brother Sky Dream's energy had already been drained dry by Star Dou. What power remained could only increase his Soul Rings' ages, not restore his Divine Sense.

Nine Treasure City, Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, the sect master's hall.

Exquisite murals covered the walls: a glittering nine-story glazed tile pagoda, a young man and woman ascending to godhood hand in hand, and the Shrek Seven Monsters fighting together before Jialing Pass.

Below the murals stood the sect master's throne, crafted from glazed tile, with Bone Dragon armrests and a Seven Kill Sword motif commemorating the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's historic iron triangle.

Ning Fengchen, the current sect master of the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect and Ning Tian's father, sat on the throne. Looking at the three children below, he said with a smile:

"Tian'er, Little San, Little Feng, you'll soon enter the world's foremost academy, Shrek Academy. You must help one another there."

"I've used my connections to have you placed in the same class after enrollment. I hope you'll shine in the freshman tournament, take first place, and become core disciples of the outer court. Ideally, you'll be selected as the new Shrek Seven Devils and show your abilities on the stage of the Continent."

"Rest assured, Sect Master. I'll protect Ning Tian!"

Wu Feng, the voluptuous Red Dragon Soul Master, thumped her chest in assurance. I'm willing to stay by Ning Tian's side and protect her forever.

Ning Tian smiled gracefully and told her father, "Don't worry, Father. With Third Brother and Little Feng helping me, we'll definitely become Shrek Academy's strongest freshmen."

Chen San's looks were unremarkable, the sort that disappeared into a crowd. He offered a traditional salute. "The sect has given me tremendous support over these past few years. I will always remember it."

Ning Fengchen nodded gently. "Little San, you awakened Blue Silver Grass and the Seven Kill Sword. In the future, you'll be our Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect's jade pillar holding up the heavens, its purple-gold beam spanning the seas. But as your uncle, there's something I must remind you of."

"Please speak, Sect Master," Chen San replied politely.

Ning Fengchen felt somewhat gratified. Chen San descended from a clansman of Sword Douluo from ten thousand years ago. His twin martial souls and innate full soul power had so excited the awakening master that the man thought their ancestor had manifested and immediately brought him to the sect.

More precious still, Chen San had been courteous from childhood, experienced in dealing with others, and easy to like. He possessed a measure of the ancestral Sea God's bearing described in the records and often emulated his conduct.

The problem was that he had taken some of that emulation too far...

"You have greater talent than Tian'er, but she's already a Soul Elder, while you're still at rank twenty-eight. That's rather a waste of your gifts."

Ning Fengchen looked at Chen San and said earnestly, "It's good that you like the Sea God's Tang Sect Hidden Weapons. But Little San, Hidden Weapons were replaced by Soul Tools long ago."

"You've spent too much time on Hidden Weapons, and it's affected your cultivation. Lord Sea God's Hidden Weapons were once powerful, but they're outdated now."

As those words fell, Chen San stiffened. A deeply concealed trace of anger flashed through his eyes before vanishing. His expression remained normal as he said:

"Sect Master, I don't think there's anything wrong with my research into Hidden Weapons. You've seen my Godly Zhuge Crossbow. No Soul Master below Soul Ancestor can withstand it, and it doesn't require large quantities of rare metals. Doesn't that make it far better than a Soul Tool?"

Ning Fengchen shook his head and patiently reasoned with him. "In the holy war four thousand years ago, Hidden Weapons failed on the battlefield, and the Tang Sect declined as a result. Soul Tools stronger than the Godly Zhuge Crossbow are everywhere."

"Of all the sects on the continent, our Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect is the most willing to embrace Soul Tools. The times are progressing, after all. I hope you understand that."

"You're extremely talented. If one day you become a Super Douluo and Soul Tools can no longer threaten you, you can play with these old things as much as you please."

"But for now, I hope you'll focus your energy on cultivation. Otherwise, even as a genius with twin martial souls, you'll gradually lose your luster at Shrek."

"According to theories proposed by some people in the Sun Moon Empire, even Lord Sea God's Sea God Trident can be regarded as a powerful Soul Tool. Look at the historical records. After becoming a Titled Douluo, Lord Sea God rarely used his martial soul, relying more on divine artifacts instead, didn't he?"

"Sect Master, please do not insult the Sea God's divine artifact! How could the Sun Moon Empire's Soul Tools compare to it?"

Chen San's expression abruptly darkened.

Ning Fengchen laughed despite himself. "All right, all right. I won't mention it. I believe you'll gain some insight after entering Shrek."

"Go back and make your preparations."

"Yes."

The three turned and left the hall. Watching Chen San's departing figure, Ning Fengchen's gaze darkened.

He's narrow-minded. Can I entrust Tian'er to him? Let him not turn out to be another ungrateful wolf.

What Ning Fengchen did not know was that after the three left, Ning Tian sent the devoted Wu Feng away on the pretext of studying Hidden Weapons with Chen San, then grinned at him.

"Third Brother, this junior from my collateral family branch is shortsighted. Don't take it to heart. I apologize on his behalf."

Ning Tian's bearing changed. Reverence shone within her affectionate gaze, as though he were the young master of the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.

"Don't worry, Rongrong. Why would I hold anything against a junior like him? Whatever else, he's given me plenty of materials for Hidden Weapons."

Chen San sat down at the Hidden Weapon workbench. From the way he spoke with Ning Tian, he clearly carried himself like a senior of long standing.

"This Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect has really declined. It doesn't even have a single Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. Why didn't you leave them one?"

Ning Rongrong smiled. "I left in a hurry back then and didn't leave descendants like Boss Dai and the others. In the Divine Realm, I preferred spending time with you all, so I didn't bother with the lower realm. They aren't my descendants, after all."

Chen San sighed. "Poor Xiao Ao. If he hadn't replicated my Asura God Sword at that critical moment, neither of us could have come back."

He was not Chen San—or rather, his name in this life was Chen San, but he knew himself as Tang San. His soul had survived the Temporal Turbulence.

Like Huo Yuhao, Tang San had been sent to this era by the Temporal Turbulence. Both his Asura God Godhood and Sea God Godhood had shattered, leaving only a trace of Divine Sense.

Compared with Huo Yuhao, he was in better condition. He had awakened Blue Silver Grass and the Seven Kill Sword, cultivating full soul power with the Mysterious Heaven Skill.

Ning Rongrong's eyes dimmed. "Yes. Without him, even this little bit of my consciousness would have been annihilated."

Among the original Shrek Seven Monsters, Oscar's sausages could replicate the Asura God Sword. With that ability, he had sacrificed his life in their moment of crisis to secure a chance of survival for Ning Rongrong, the weakest of the seven.

Ning Rongrong's Divine Sense had traveled back and landed in Ning Tian's mind, beginning to awaken a year earlier.

She had not suppressed Ning Tian's consciousness. Ning Tian cultivated more diligently than she did, making her the perfect soul power leveling proxy. She could switch accounts whenever she wished.

Silence lingered for a moment. Tang San looked toward Shrek City and said confidently, "Whatever happens, we're still alive. We have a chance to return to our peak. It's merely a matter of doing it all again."

Ning Rongrong said resolutely, "I explored the lower realm with you back then, Third Brother. We can definitely do it."

"Well said. We'll begin by returning to Shrek Academy and retrace our old path in this era. But remember to be wary of our selves up above."

No one understood Tang San better than Tang San himself. For now, he had to conceal his abilities. "We won't compete with Huo Yuhao for the limelight. Until we become Titled Douluo, we'll keep as low a profile as possible."