Never Bully an Old Silkworm for Being Poor, a World-Shaking Maggot, and the Holy Necromancer's Change (4K)

It truly had been a battle between evenly matched opponents, fought so fiercely that even the Great Dao of the Star Dou Great Forest had been ground to dust.

Cracking sarcastic jokes had been enough before, but after actually transmigrating to the Douluo Continent, who wouldn't be desperate to watch the young God of Emotion battle a ten-year Wind Baboon?

Thoroughly satisfied, Lin Qing watched the boy and baboon from afar. After that grueling battle, Huo Yuhao had collapsed onto the ground in exhaustion as his adrenaline faded. Gazing at the Wind Baboon's crystalline white soul ring, a shadow crossed the boy's face.

The Spirit Eyes' current combat power approached zero. A mere ten-year soul beast had nearly killed him.

Countless dangers lurked deep within the Star Dou Great Forest, and mental-type soul beasts were notoriously rare and hard to find. For a weak Level 10 soul master traveling alone, venturing deeper meant almost certain death.

"Mom, if I don't avenge you, Yuhao doesn't deserve your surname, Huo! If I fail, I swear I won't deserve to call myself human for the rest of my life!"

That blood-deep vendetta awakened the tenacity within Huo Yuhao. The inexperienced eleven-year-old rose again, his right hand gripping the White Tiger Dagger tightly.

Huo Yun'er had died tragically because of the White Tiger Duke Dai Hao's neglect, the duchess's abuse, and the arrogance and tyranny of the duke's second son, Dai Huabin. As Huo Yun'er's only surviving bloodline, Huo Yuhao hated the White Tiger Duke's Mansion with every fiber of his being.

The White Tiger Duke's Mansion had a legacy spanning ten thousand years, its long history reaching back even to the age of Spirit Hall. Dai Hao's prestige resounded throughout the Star Luo Empire, and all its people loved and respected him. Huo Yuhao was alone and helpless, with no one to rely on. Only by becoming a soul master would he have any chance of securing justice for his mother.

Thus, Huo Yuhao's resolve was firm and pure. He would either die unnoticed in the Star Dou Great Forest or hunt down a mental-type soul beast and embark on his path of vengeance. He would rather charge toward death than shrink back and refuse to advance.

Turning his gaze away from the Wind Baboon's soul ring without a trace of attachment, Huo Yuhao gritted his teeth and prepared to venture deeper into the Star Dou Great Forest. Yet suddenly, without warning, the earth began to tremble.

An icy chill seeped out, and the surrounding temperature plummeted instantly. Terror appeared on Huo Yuhao's face. Lin Qing narrowed his eyes slightly, his breath condensing into white mist.

The ground split open.

At first, it was only a thin fissure, spreading outward like a spiderweb. Then it kept widening, becoming a series of cracks as broad as a palm. The white light spilling out wasn't particularly dazzling; it had the gentle sheen of jade. Soil continually crumbled from the edges, falling into that golden-white radiance.

Whoosh-

A round, plump head poked out.

It measured over a meter across, its head fleshy and chubby. A pair of tiny golden eyes sat on top, embedded in that mass of white flesh. He wriggled slowly, crawling out segment by segment. His smooth, white-jade skin bore no trace of dirt, and golden markings encircled his body roughly every half meter, ten in all.

"What a huge maggot..."

Huo Yuhao sank into utter despair. His victory over the Wind Baboon had been pure luck: the White Tiger Dagger had absorbed the ball of light it spat out. Against this world-shaking maggot, however, even hacking away with the White Tiger Dagger for three days and nights might not break through its defenses.

"Hey, I'm not a maggot!

"I'm the king of kings among soul beasts, the noble and aloof million-year soul beast, the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm!"

The enormous head nearly touched Huo Yuhao's forehead, startling the boy into jumping two steps backward. The giant bug spoke solemnly, correcting this human's grave misconception!

"Nine hundred thousand years in the Far North, a hundred thousand in Star Dou-never bully an old silkworm for being poor!

"Star Dou Great Forest, I'm free!"

The Sky Dream Ice Silkworm was like an elderly enslaved man escaping a mine after half a lifetime of exploitation, hysterically pouring out his surging excitement. The clouds had finally parted to reveal the moon. He had seized his one chance of escape in this life and found a host with the right attribute, allowing him to carry out his grand plan of nurturing a god through a Wisdom Soul Ring!

Although mistaking a million-year soul beast for a maggot was an unforgivable offense, the distinctive fluctuations of a mental-attribute martial soul couldn't be faked. The Sky Dream Ice Silkworm magnanimously forgave Huo Yuhao and spoke through a sob:

"Boohoo, I've finally met a mental-type soul master, but your cultivation is so weak! You're only at Level 10 soul power, and you even insulted me by calling me a maggot, when you look more like one... I'm furious! Why isn't that Level 40 kid beside you a mental type...?"

His massive white-jade body shone. All ten golden markings lit up at once, transforming into golden rings that detached from the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm and enveloped Huo Yuhao's frail body.

As each ring slipped over him, the energy inside contracted slightly and embedded itself into Huo Yuhao's skin.

Huo Yuhao couldn't resist the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm's forced entry. His body shook violently beneath the rings, and a faint blue tint appeared on his skin, spreading from his cheeks to his neck and extending to every inch beneath his collar. Only after a dozen or so seconds did it gradually fade, restoring his original complexion.

With the first stage of fusion successfully completed, the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm's body melted into streams of white light that surged toward Huo Yuhao. Following the pathways opened by the ten golden rings, they flowed into the host's Sea of Consciousness. As he probed his way in, his body shrank little by little, and his radiance grew increasingly dim.

"Too weak, too weak! I've got it so rough!"

The Sky Dream Ice Silkworm was filled with sorrow over his own ill-fated life. "I'm so pitiful! How many seals do I have to put on myself before this weakling's body can barely withstand my enormous self? Why can't the gods open their eyes and grant me a Level 90 mental-type Titled Douluo...?"

Complaints aside, Huo Yuhao was the only mental-type human here. The king of kings among soul beasts had no choice but to heave and strain as he added several more layers of seals, lest he crush this wilted bean sprout just as he had burst a Titled Douluo apart on his first attempt.

Spiritual power spread explosively. Centered on the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm and Huo Yuhao, a ripple suddenly expanded, bringing the Star Dou Great Forest to a standstill for a hundred li around them, like an immensely wide-ranging Two Extremes Stillness Domain.

This was the million-year soul beast's final dance before losing his physical body. His spiritual field wouldn't harm any living creature; it merely pressed time's pause button gently. The Star Dou Great Forest became terrifyingly silent. Just then, the perfectly clear sky suddenly darkened.

The sun's brilliant light was completely obscured in an instant, its blazing white disk reduced to a hazy shadow. An immense, suffocating pressure descended from the heavens.

The Sky Dream Ice Silkworm's desperately shrinking body jolted violently. His two tiny golden eyes rolled upward as he tried to see what had happened in the sky, then filled with absolute horror.

The oppressive weight upon the world had nothing to do with him. It even exceeded the comprehension of a million-year soul beast.

Gray mist burst out of the spatial turbulence, and a blurry figure stood in the sky. His aged, illusory form resembled a wisp of smoke that a fierce wind could scatter at any moment. Yet when he spoke, his voice held an indescribably vast majesty.

"With sun and moon in hand, I pluck the stars; none in this world compare to me.

"To think this wisp of my remnant soul would be fortunate enough to survive..."

Hearing this, the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm grew frantic. The Wisdom Soul Ring's fusion was of paramount importance and couldn't tolerate the slightest mishap. Spiritual fluctuations surged outward, driving away the elderly figure formed from gray currents.

Meanwhile, the fine gray thread had originally lain quietly dormant inside Lin Qing. Ever since merging into his Sea of Consciousness that night in the Netherworld, it had remained motionless, like a seed buried deep in the earth, waiting for nourishing rain. And that uninvited visitor in the sky seemed to possess precisely the power it craved.

The fine gray thread changed from one straight line into two intersecting lines, forming a perfectly aligned cross. Its four endpoints extended outward, glowing with a deep gray light as a more complex structure emerged.

A hilt, a guard, a blade, an edge.

The seed nurtured in the Netherworld sprouted, descending into the mortal world in the form of a sword.

The blade was slender and sharp, so thin it was almost transparent. The entire sword was a crystalline gray, with no markings or flashy decorations. There was only the purest gray: an eternal gray born after swallowing every color in the world and settling through endless ages.

As the longsword took shape, the gray light in Lin Qing's silver-gray eyes blazed. The spiritual field with which the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm had restrained everything for a hundred li abruptly lost its effect on him. He raised his head and looked straight at the elderly apparition floating in the air.

An otherworldly powerhouse, Electrolux.

"A divine artifact... no, it should be a Super Divine Artifact Embryo."

Divine artifacts and super divine artifacts also existed within the world of Throne of Seal. Sensing the still-immature super divine artifact inside Lin Qing, Electrolux was rather surprised. His remnant soul flickered slightly, like a candle flame that might go out at any moment.

In truth, compared with the million-year soul beast, the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm, Electrolux's remnant soul clearly had a greater need for a vessel. His gaze swept over Lin Qing and Huo Yuhao on the ground.

"The laws of reincarnation bear a remarkable resemblance to the Holy Necromancer's understanding of death's true essence. Very well. With you here, this old man's remnant soul should be able to stabilize."

Faced with the same choice between Lin Qing and Huo Yuhao, Electrolux made the exact opposite decision.

The logic was actually identical. The Sky Dream Ice Silkworm favored the mental attribute of Huo Yuhao's Spirit Eyes, while Electrolux valued Lin Qing's aura of reincarnation, which originated in the Netherworld. Companions who had fought side by side in another timeline now parted ways, each heading toward a bright future.

The Holy Necromancer gathered his remnant soul. The gray currents abandoned their human shape and contracted into a gray bead about the size of a soybean.

Ignoring the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm's overwhelming spiritual fluctuations, the gray bead fell into the space between Lin Qing's brows, plunged into the depths of his Sea of Consciousness, and embedded itself in the center of the sword's guard.

Layers of sword energy roiled and surged, whipping up a rapidly spinning vortex. At its center sat the gray bead housing Electrolux's remnant soul, the two fitting together without the slightest gap.

The laws resonated, fusing perfectly.

The path of death carried by the Holy Necromancer's remnant soul and the laws of reincarnation innate to the gray longsword-these two mighty powers met across space and time. They blended and coexisted at the junction between the guard and the bead, becoming one as naturally as two streams flowing into the sea.

Lin Qing could clearly feel the joy emanating from the blade. It seemed that Electrolux's laws had helped it through its long dormancy, allowing it to break out of its shell and bare its fangs ahead of time.

The Holy Necromancer benefited as well. Nourished by the power of reincarnation, his remnant soul gradually stabilized, escaping the danger of complete dissolution. Both sides benefited.

On closer consideration, all four main parties present were thoroughly satisfied. The Sky Dream Ice Silkworm only wanted Huo Yuhao to himself, and now his wish had come true. Relying on his seniority as a million-year soul beast, he was grandly holding forth and hoodwinking his tender eleven-year-old host, never paying any attention to Electrolux merging with Lin Qing.

Within his Sea of Consciousness, Huo Yuhao watched the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm's torrent of words as one thunderous term after another rang in his ears: a supreme soul beast with a million years of cultivation, an unprecedented Wisdom Soul Ring, an ice-attribute second martial soul...

His mouth slowly opened into a round O, probably wide enough to fit eight grilled sausages at once. Huo Yuhao was exhilarated. Brother Sky Dream wasn't a maggot-Brother Sky Dream was the mighty king of soul beasts!

With him by his side, there was hope of avenging his mother!

The dark clouds above Star Dou dispersed, retiring after accomplishing their mission. Sunlight pierced the cloud cover and spilled down, illuminating the reawakened forest and smoothing away the traces left by the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm. Everything resumed its course along its former track.

The Sky Dream Ice Silkworm kept chattering inside his head, shouting things like, "I abandoned that extraordinarily gifted human number two and chose you without hesitation! You should be weeping tears of gratitude!" Following the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm's guidance, Huo Yuhao spotted Lin Qing.

Boom-

The instant he saw Lin Qing's face, Huo Yuhao froze. Inexplicably, he had the strange sensation of his left brain meeting his right, as though he stood at the point between yin and yang, with fate's light and darkness each claiming half.

"Little Yuhao, little Yuhao!"

The clear calls rippled with anxiety. A girl of fourteen or fifteen came rushing out of the forest, her neat high ponytail bouncing. She had fair skin and delicate features, her perfect oval face brimming with natural grace. Beneath her fitted blue outfit, her shapely figure radiated youthful vitality.

The Wind Baboon's fresh corpse lay off to one side. The girl cried out, grabbed Huo Yuhao, and examined him carefully. Scratches left by the godslayer's claws still marked his shoulders, and she hurriedly took out wound medicine and smeared it over them.

"Sister Tang Ya..."

Huo Yuhao squirmed bashfully. A few hours earlier, he had treated Tang Ya to some grilled fish. He hadn't expected her to care about him so much, and warmth welled up inside him.

"Little brother, thank you for looking after Yuhao for us."

A boy with short, dark-blue hair approached Lin Qing. He was tall and straight-backed, and the refined, easygoing smile on his handsome face felt as comforting as a spring breeze.

"No, I was just passing by."

Lin Qing shook his head, declining the thanks.

Hearing this, Tang Ya finally noticed Lin Qing beside them. Completely unprepared, she was struck by an overwhelming visual impact that blasted into her like a Level 9 Fixed Soul Guidance Shell. Her lively, beautiful eyes widened for an instant.

"Holy crap, he's even more handsome than Bei Bei..."

Inwardly stunned by his heavenly looks, Tang Ya exclaimed in what she thought was a quiet voice. That entirely natural, unaltered face was simply cheating. In theory, looks like those should only emerge beneath a sculptor's chisel, like the stone statue of the ancestral Sea God standing in Shrek Academy.

Now that sculpture had actually appeared before her, alive and breathing. She couldn't help marveling at the Creator's favoritism.

Tang Ya didn't consider herself a shallow woman. She was a "married woman," and could only appreciate handsome men in the wild as a spectator. Still, she looked at Lin Qing for a few more seconds to feast her eyes.

She hardly dared imagine it. If he really encountered some looks-obsessed fangirl, Lin Qing would surely meet a miserable fate: abducted up a mountain to become her bandit husband, then ravished day and night until he cried!