At that moment, the golden light radiating from the Vertical Pupil on Huo Yuhao's forehead dispersed the surrounding purple mist, filling this underground world like the morning sun.
This power felt both strange and familiar to Huo Yuhao. Before his rebirth, when he had ascended to the Divine Realm, he had sensed a similar power.
But this power was still very feeble, like a seed that had only just fallen into Huo Yuhao's hands. No one could say for certain what it would become, though Huo Yuhao felt no surprise at this power.
At the same time, this power was different from divine power. It was complex, unlike the God of Emotion's divine power, which came from emotions, or some other divine power that came from a single aspect.
This power was not made up of a single aspect. Just as Huo Yuhao was now connected to everything around him, this power also came from everything around him.
Of course, Huo Yuhao also sensed that this power was incomplete, as though a part of it were missing. But faced with the present situation, he would first deal with the problem before him.
Sensing everything around him, Huo Yuhao turned his gaze back toward the distant purple mist. Perhaps only after connecting with everything around him at this moment had he truly sensed the existence of this purple mist.
Anger, hatred, fear-all those negative things gathered together, allowing everything brought about by tens of millions of years of warfare to give birth to this thing before him, something impossible to untangle.
In Huo Yuhao's eyes, there seemed to be utterly twisted faces within the purple mist, recounting everything they had once suffered.
But none of this could stop Huo Yuhao's advance. Everything before him needed to be cleared away, and it