With matters in the Undead Demiplane settled, Huo Yuhao hurried straight to the Bright Half-Plane without pausing for breath.
That was because Seven-Color's transformation had finally ended.
Seven-Color had originally been Nine-Color's clone. Now the clone had completely devoured the original-a true overturning of the heavens.
However, the one who had benefited most from all this was undoubtedly Huo Yuhao.
Seven-Color no longer looked like the little girl she had once been.
She was now as tall as Huo Yuhao, dressed in a seven-colored gown adorned with golden filigree. Her figure was curvaceous, slender, and graceful, and her golden hair shone even more brilliantly beneath the golden light of the Bright Half-Plane.
Her breathtaking face bore a seventy-to-eighty-percent resemblance to Nine-Color's, but she looked younger and more innocent.
At first, Huo Yuhao had worried that Seven-Color would lose to Nine-Color and be devoured instead. Only when he saw her clear yet foolish eyes and sensed her aura did he confirm that this was still the genuine Seven-Color. Still, the little girl had become a beautiful young woman in the blink of an eye, and he had yet to adjust.
"Huo Yuhao, your great lady succeeded."
"Yes, yes, you succeeded."
Well, the moment she opened her mouth, there was no mistaking her for anyone but Seven-Color.
"Huo Yuhao, I know where my original body was imprisoned now. Let's go avenge her." Seven-Color had not realized she had grown up at all. She rushed straight to Huo Yuhao's side and clung to his arm, wheedling just as she always had.
Feeling his arm sink into her warm embrace, Huo Yuhao coughed a few times, pulled his hand away from her chest, and refused without hesitation.
"No. I have ten thousand matters to attend to every day. I'm busy!"
"Huo Yuhao, my original