"It seems your experiment has ended in failure."
Bibi Dong put down her teacup and pointed to the white-haired youth in the picture who was sitting on the top floor of the Spirit Pagoda, looking indifferently at the sea of clouds outside the window.
Look at the way he looks at you.
There is no light there anymore.
Douluo Star, Spirit Pagoda Headquarters, Top Floor.
Huo Yuhao was nearly ninety years old at this time.
Although ninety years old is still considered prime age for Limit Douluo, and his appearance is maintained at around thirty years old thanks to his powerful cultivation, the vicissitudes and... weariness in his eyes are impossible to conceal.
On the desk, piles of documents flew in like snowflakes.
"Amendment to the Seventeenth Federation- Star Dou Great Forest Soul Beast Trade Agreement", "Application for Adjustment of Export Tariffs for the Tang Sect Soul Tool ", "Report on Special Action to Combat Illegal Hunting of Soul Beast in Remote Areas", "Annual Statistics on Soul Spirit Compatibility Rates of Major Junior Soul Master Academy "...
Every document represents power, the livelihoods of countless people, and... endless trouble.
Huo Yuhao picked up a copy at random, glanced at it, and then tossed it aside in annoyance.
Why are you asking me about something like this?
He rubbed his temples, his voice tinged with deep weariness. "I've already said it: trade matters are handled by the Ministry of Commerce, and hunting Soul Beast is handled by the enforcement team. The master of the Spirit Pagoda isn't a nanny; I'm not expected to make decisions on every trivial matter!"
"But... Tower Master."
The young secretary standing nearby said tremblingly, "The Federation said these matters are of great importance, and they will only dare to implement them with your signature. After all... your prestige is undeniable."
"Prestige?"
Huo Yuhao chuckled, stood up, and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window.
He looked down at the bustling city below.
Once, this place was ruins. He, piloting the " Dark Blood Demon," used blood and fire to wrest it back from those Demigod monsters.
At that time, he had only a burning passion in his heart.
He wanted revenge, to let his mother's spirit rest in peace, to bring Tang Ya back to the Tang Sect, and to change this twisted world according to his will.
To survive, to avoid being killed as a heretic, he had to fight, kill, and scheme.
But what about now?
All our enemies are dead.
Those Demigod who once hunted him down are now buried under tall grass. The Federation Parliament has been purged time and again, and those sitting in the parliament now see him like mice before a cat, not daring to even raise their voices.
The Tang Sect has been revived, and Tang Ya has grown old. Although she is still beautiful, she focuses more on cultivating the next generation of disciples and researching new soul-guided delicacies.
All previous goals have been achieved.
Then what?
What remains is this monotonous management, day after day, year after year.
I'm tired.
Looking at the blue sky outside the window, Huo Yuhao murmured to himself, "I'm really... tired."
He was never someone with a grand narrative vision.
He didn't want to be a saint, nor did he want to be a teacher for all ages. He cultivated himself desperately just to stop being bullied and to make life better for the people around him.
Everyone is doing well now.
Then why is he still trapped in this cage?
" Brother Sky Dream."
Huo Yuhao called out in his Sea of Consciousness, "Tell me... what exactly is the Divine Realm like?"
In the Sea of Consciousness, the blond boy who was always so carefree and jovial was now somewhat silent.
Sky Dream Ice Silkworm lay on a massive mental iceberg and sighed, " Yuhao, are you... thinking of leaving?"
"Um."
Huo Yuhao did not deny it, "I feel like I've reached my limit. Not the limit of strength, but... the limit of patience."
"Everything in this mortal realm holds no appeal for me anymore. Those battles that once thrilled me now seem like child's play; those schemes that once racked my brains now seem utterly ridiculous."
I want to see a wider world.
"I don't want to stay on this tiny Douluo Star any longer, bound by these boring rules, watching these mortals fight tooth and nail for petty gains."
"I want to see what Senior Xuan Ming spoke of... the universe."
The Divine Realm Core.
Seeing Huo Yuhao losing patience in the scene, Bibi Dong turned her head and looked at Xuan Ming.
"See? I told you so."
" Huo Yuhao is not suitable to be the guardian deity of Douluo Star."
He doesn't have that kind of heart.
"The position of guardian deity sounds prestigious, but it is actually the most tedious and torturous. It requires unwavering dedication year after year, a deep-seated love for this land, or, like Bo Saixi, absolute loyalty to one's faith."
"But Huo Yuhao..."
Bibi Dong shook her head. "His background determined his character."
"He was an illegitimate child, and suffered discrimination and bullying from a young age. His motivation for striving was rebellion and survival, not responsibility and protection."
"When oppression disappears, when survival is no longer a problem, his motivation disappears as well."
"He's more like an adventurer, a pioneer."
He may become a hero for breaking the old order, but he will never willingly become a cog in the machine to maintain the new order.
"Should we send him to guard Douluo Star?"
Bibi Dong chuckled lightly, "Within three hundred years, he will definitely go crazy from boredom, and might even blow up Douluo Star himself just for fun."
Xuan Ming listened to Bibi Dong's analysis and remained silent for a long time.
"I overestimated him, or rather... I was too idealistic."
Xuan Ming leaned back on his throne, his gaze deep and unfathomable. "I thought that having experienced such suffering, he would cherish the hard-won peace even more, and would be more willing to protect this tranquility."
But I forgot one thing.
"Human nature is inherently insatiable."
"Once you gain peace, you crave excitement; once you gain power, you crave freedom."
"He has already reached the pinnacle of the mortal realm, and the loneliness that comes with being at the top is indeed something that most people cannot endure."
"Not everyone can be like Ning Fengzhi and his group, remaining steadfast for a promise for thousands of years."
"So..."
Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow, "Your plan has fallen through? Are we supposed to manage Douluo Star ourselves?"
"No."
Xuan Ming shook his head. "Since he doesn't want to be a nanny, then let him be a thug."
"Isn't the Divine Realm currently expanding? Aren't they short-handed?"
" Huo Yuhao, this restless, ambitious, and powerful young man, is simply a born expeditionary force prospect."
"Get him up here."
"Give him the chance to attain Godhood, and throw him directly to the forefront of the Great God Realm."
"Let him explore unknown planes, fight those Outer Gods, and vent his boundless energy."
As for Douluo Star...
Xuan Ming's gaze returned to the azure planet, his eyes becoming somewhat indifferent.
Children and grandchildren have their own blessings.
"Since Huo Yuhao chose to leave, and since humanity chose to forget."
"Then let this planet... continue its cycle."
"We have given them opportunities, given them the system, and even given them the Child of Fortune '."
"If they still can't hold out even after all that..."
"That means this civilization itself is not worthy of eternal favor."
Chapter 530 Are You Willing to Become a God?
Douluo Star, at the summit of the Spirit Pagoda.
The seven-colored divine light from the Divine Realm Core did not directly guide Huo Yuhao to ascend to heaven and transform into a star, as mortals had imagined.
On the contrary, it's more like a key, a key that unlocks the door to a higher dimension.
Under the beam of light, Huo Yuhao saw the essence of this world clearly for the first time.
Those spatial barriers that were once indestructible in his eyes have now become countless intricately interwoven lines; those elements flowing between heaven and earth are no longer simple energy, but rather the manifestation of a certain will.
"Is this... the law?"
Huo Yuhao reached out, trying to touch the lines, but found that his fingers passed right through them.
"Don't be silly, Yuhao."
The voice of Sky Dream Ice Silkworm echoed in his mind, tinged with seriousness, "This isn't a pie in the sky; it's a blank book. While Bibi Dong has given you a chance, she's also presented you with a difficult problem."
"In the current Divine Realm, there are no ready-made Godhood for you to sit on. If you want to ascend, you'll have to build your own chair."
"And this chair must be sturdy enough to withstand the weight of the laws."
Huo Yuhao sat cross-legged in the pillar of light, the confusion in his eyes gradually dissipating, replaced by an unprecedented focus.
" Self-Created Godhood..."
"Several hundred years?"
He murmured softly, a relieved smile playing on his lips, "Fine. Compared to dealing with those trivial official documents down below, this problem... though difficult, is at least much more interesting."
" Brother Sky Dream, let's begin."
"Whether it's emotions, the Spirit Eyes, or even that faint glimmer of fate... I will crush them all and reforge them into my own path."
As Huo Yuhao closed his eyes, the entire top floor of the Spirit Pagoda was enveloped by a mysterious domain.
He entered a deep dead end.
To the outside world, the legendary " Spirit Ice Douluo " may have either disappeared or ascended to heaven.
But for Huo Yuhao himself, a tedious cultivation journey lasting a hundred years has only just begun.
Just as Huo Yuhao closed his six senses and began his arduous journey through the vast ocean of laws.
Tang Sect, an underground secret workshop.
The place remains much the same as it was sixty years ago, except that the defensive arrays are now more sophisticated, and the Soul Tool components placed around it are more technologically advanced.
At the foot of a massive, meticulously modified and maintained " Dark Blood Demon " mech, a woman who looked to be only about thirty years old was holding a wrench, intently adjusting a hydraulic transmission device on the mech's leg.
Tang Ya.
Time seemed to have left few traces on her face; her cultivation Level 99 Limit Douluo allowed her to maintain her youthful appearance. However, her eyes held a quiet composure, a serenity born from experiencing life and death and seeing through the vanity of worldly affairs.
Click.
As the last screw was tightened, Tang Ya wiped the oil stains from her forehead and patted the cold armor of the mecha with satisfaction.
"Old friend, although the outside world is now dominated by civilian Soul Tool, in my heart, you are still the most perfect work of art."