A Grand Starter Gift

Clouds and mist swirled, lending the illusory space an extraordinarily vivid sense of substance.

Dimly visible not far away, a figure stood quietly amid the clouds, gazing into the endless distance. There was no telling what he was looking at.

He had long, waterfall-like aqua-blue hair, and ripples seemed to flow across his luxurious blue robes.

This was Tang San, the Divine Realm's Sea God and Asura God.

"Ah..."

Tang San let out a long sigh. The fortune of the Douluo Continent seemed to be growing ever stronger, as though that rising star was about to begin showing his abilities.

Since that was the case, it was time to begin making arrangements. Unfortunately, the Divine Realm could not directly interfere with the continent below; otherwise, he would not have needed to expend so much effort.

Especially lately, the God of Destruction had begun advocating the Divine Realm Expansion Plan again. If he discovered Tang San's maneuvers, another confrontation would probably be unavoidable.

Just then, most of Tang San's perception of the Douluo Continent suddenly vanished. It seemed to have entered a nebulous state.

"What's going on?"

Doubt appeared on Tang San's face, but he did not stop. He expanded the reach of his divine sense.

Suddenly, he discovered traces of Destruction Divine Power and Life Divine Power around the Douluo Continent, and even a faint fluctuation in space-time.

Could those two have discovered it?

No, impossible. If the God of Destruction had found out, his divine lightning of destruction would probably have already struck this place.

Or was he trying to use this opportunity to make me compromise on the Divine Realm Expansion Plan?

It would be one thing for the God of Destruction to do this, but the Goddess of Life had always remained neutral. To think she was getting involved this time too. Against two God Kings, I have no advantage at all.

Bringing it into the open would be useless. I was the one in the wrong to begin with. I've really stumbled this time...

Tang San's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and he panted like an ox.

"You have already chosen the path to your deaths!"

It's all right. Xiao Qi, Da Ming, and Er Ming are still in the lower realm. I still have the advantage. All I need to do now is wait...

A palace-like building stood there, its golden glazed tiles gleaming dazzlingly in the sunlight.

With its golden roof and red doors, the palace's antique elegance inspired a sense of solemnity.

Yet not far from there, a blue-haired boy knelt before a gravestone, silent tears streaming down and soaking the front of his clothes.

There was only a small mound here, which he had dug himself, shovelful by shovelful. He had also spent a long time searching for the gravestone himself.

A line of words was deeply carved into the gravestone:

Grave of my beloved mother, Huo Yun'er.

As the duke's senior personal maid, his mother had developed feelings for the current White Tiger Duke as they spent time together. In the end, Huo Yuhao was born.

Whatever Huo Yun'er's status, Huo Yuhao was still the duke's son. Though his treatment in the estate was not good, it was not too bad either.

His mother no longer worked as a maid. Her standing rose with her son's birth, and she received a small courtyard of her own.

Everything should have continued peacefully, but who could have known that disaster would soon arrive?

The White Tiger Duke went away to wage war on behalf of the Star Luo Empire, leaving all affairs within the estate under the duchess's control.

The duchess already had two sons and a daughter. Anyone who might affect her children's future fell within the scope of her suppression.

Huo Yuhao's mother had grown up alongside the duke and was greatly favored by him. The duchess had always envied her, and she immediately became the primary target.

Claiming that Huo Yuhao's mother suffered from a virulent contagious illness, the duchess drove mother and son into a woodshed behind the servants' quarters.

She also cut off all their sources of income. Huo Yuhao had been only two years old then.

Their harsh life gradually broke down his mother's already frail health. Finally, just a few days ago, Huo Yun'er had fallen gravely ill and passed away.

"How ridiculous. Mother, you loved Father right to the end, yet even at the end, Father never knew I existed."

Indeed, before Huo Yun'er's pregnancy was discovered, fierce fighting along the border had led Dai Hao to spend most of his time away handling military affairs.

The duchess had taken the opportunity to conceal the matter, merely granting them a small courtyard as a token gesture.

After Dai Hao left to fight, this hellish scene had followed.

Even as she lay dying, his mother had still clutched the Soul Tool Dai Hao had given her, the White Tiger Dagger.

Deep hatred now showed in Huo Yuhao's eyes.

"Mom, watch over me from heaven. No matter how much effort it takes, one day I will return and trample everything here beneath my feet. From now on, I'll take your surname. I'll change my surname to Huo-Huo Yuhao!"

The moment he finished speaking, fierce winds suddenly swept across the sky. With a thunderous boom, a bolt of purple-and-green lightning struck Huo Yuhao squarely.

At that moment, two divine consciousnesses, one purple and one green, entered Huo Yuhao's Sea of Consciousness amid the scene.

"What is this? Hadn't my consciousness dissipated?"

Within Huo Yuhao's Sea of Consciousness, a handsome young man with silvery-white hair and purple eyes spoke. The aura of purple-black destruction lightning swirled around him, his presence intensely oppressive.

Yet he seemed somewhat weak at the moment.

"Xiao Zi?"

"Xiao Lu! Wonderful, you're here too! Speaking of which, where are we?"

The one named Xiao Lu was an exquisitely beautiful, gentle woman in a flowing blue-green dress. Her emerald eyes carried the soft glow of growing plants, and her bearing was gentle and ethereal.

"We seem to be inside this child's Sea of Consciousness."

With that, she pointed at Huo Yuhao, who remained unconscious beside them.

"This child..."

The God of Destruction studied Huo Yuhao closely.

"The God of Emotion?!"

Even though his body had become smaller, the God of Destruction certainly remembered the person before him. Back when he had imprisoned Tang San, this brat had stood against him head-on.

His pile of mental abilities had been irritating as hell. Not only that, there had also been one Soul Spirit after another, along with those self-created moves of his, the so-called Three Ultimates.

He had to admit that scheming bastard Tang San had been truly lucky, picking up a son-in-law like this for nothing.

At this moment, the Huo Yuhao before him was nothing like he had been in the Divine Realm. He could only be described as an utter weakling.

His entire being carried a hint of misery.

"It seems we followed the Space-Time Turbulence into a timeline before the God of Emotion became a god. And this seems to be where that Sea God fellow attained godhood too, doesn't it?"

As the God of Destruction looked at Huo Yuhao's childlike form, a grand plan began taking shape in his mind.

"A successor like this... heh heh heh..."

Since the Sea God could rely on this brat to restrain me to some extent, and even bring the previous God of Emotion over to support him...

If I take Huo Yuhao as my disciple ahead of time, then both the Divine Realm's expansion and the spatial turbulence can be dealt with when the time comes.

And this brat's devotion in love barely measures up to mine. Hmm, this is simply fate!

The Goddess of Life was currently sensing the situation outside.

"Is the person buried there the God of Emotion's mother? Her soul doesn't seem to have dissipated yet."

When the God of Emotion had attained godhood, his parents seemed to have ascended with him.

Then what was going on now?