Qian Chaoguang Finally Woke. Are You Xiao Xue's Son? Ten Thousand Words

Huo Yutong immediately shook her head. "How could I possibly like a fate like that? The Huo Yuhao on that Destiny Line had long since stopped being himself. A life where he'd completely lost himself, a life completely controlled by others—how was that any different from death?"

"On that Destiny Line, Wang Dong died, Qiu'er died, Old Yi died, and Mu En and Teacher Du Busi died too. How could I accept my teachers and friends falling one after another?"

"Teacher Tang Ya and Ma Xiaotao's hands were stained with blood, and Huo Yuhao didn't even get to avenge his own mother with his own hands. If I were Huo Yuhao on that Destiny Line, I might have chosen to kill myself."

"Such a painful, tragic life, such a bitter, miserable fate, should never have existed in this world!"

"What I can accept even less is living like a dog, with every shred of pride crushed, without the slightest dignity!"

Bibi Dong asked again, "Don't you resent it? Perhaps your brother used that so-called power to see fate to steal the opportunities and status that should have belonged to you. That million-year Big Worm, that inheritance belonging to an undead mage, the identity of founder of the Soul Spirit system, the chance to become a god, the supreme position on the continent that would be passed down through the ages—all of it should have been yours."

"May I ask, Senior, am I worse than that Huo Yuhao now?"

Huo Yutong's expression turned cold, and she actually snapped back without the slightest courtesy.

"If I wanted to learn Undead Magic, would Old Yi hide anything from me? If I wanted a Million Year Soul Ring, would that be difficult with the Soul Ring Condensation Method my brother created? The opportunities I've