Amaterasu, Tsukuyomi

Amaterasu, Tsukuyomi

Huo Yuhao's small body sat cross-legged on the ground as miserable green Rakshasa Divine Power washed over him like a flood. At the side, Zhongli Wu could sense Huo Yuhao's accumulated Soul Power climbing madly—level thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three...

"This kid gained quite a lot from this inheritance..." Zhongli Wu muttered quietly. Though he was a Soul Scholar without a single genuine Soul Ring, his pure Soul Power intensity was already comparable to that of a Soul Ancestor.

"After this inheritance, I'll have to find a suitable Soul Ring for him." Zhongli Wu stroked his chin in satisfaction and smiled freely. The greater the Holy Son's talent, the greater the Holy Spirit Cult's future benefits would naturally be.

As time passed, the Rakshasa Divine Statue stopped releasing Divine Power, indicating that Huo Yuhao had completed the inheritance trial. Zhongli Wu quickly approached him. The Holy Son's gains this time were extremely important to the Holy Spirit Cult.

Under Zhongli Wu's expectant gaze, Huo Yuhao slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. His pair of blood-red pupils, ringed with ripples, gradually opened. Compared to his Secondary Awakening, they now bore several eerie tomoe markings.

What kind of eyes were these? After merely meeting his gaze, Zhongli Wu felt immense pressure. It had nothing to do with cultivation; it was suppression on the level of energy.

He had seen martial souls undergo a Secondary Awakening, but he had never heard of a third awakening.

"So, aside from Soul Power, what else did you gain?" Zhongli Wu asked nervously.

"I'll need to test it first." Huo Yuhao stretched lazily, his face expressionless, though inwardly he could barely suppress his wild joy.

After being tempered by Rakshasa Divine Power, his Spiritual Power had reached the peak of the Spirit Abyss Realm. He only needed to take one more step to successfully enter the Spirit Domain Realm.

Huo Yuhao stood up, and a series of crackling sounds came from the bones throughout his body. Three grayish-white Soul Rings rose beneath his feet, looking rather eerie. This officially showed that his Soul Power had reached the great threshold of level forty.

A ten-year-old Soul Elder—if word of this got out, how many Soul Masters who called themselves heaven's chosen would be ashamed of themselves?

Of course, Huo Yuhao's greatest gain this time was none other than the Divine Sense Origin of Rakshasa God Bibi Dong, which had successfully taken up residence in his Sea of Spirit. With the divine sense of a First-Rank God guarding it, Huo Yuhao would no longer need to worry about anyone prying into his Sea of Spirit as long as he remained on the Douluo Plane.

At Huo Yuhao's suggestion, Bibi Dong separated a small amount of Rakshasa Divine Power and left it within the Rakshasa Divine Statue. On one hand, it would be available for the Holy Spirit Cult's future refinement; on the other, they worried that Huo Yuhao would fall under suspicion if the statue suddenly became useless.

Huo Yuhao found Zhongli Wu's dumbfounded expression quite amusing. Indeed, for a ten-year-old boy without a single genuine Soul Ring to reach level forty in Soul Power was unprecedented. Even the strongest useless salted fish in the original Douluo Series would not have possessed this level of cultivation at the age of ten. Of course, when it came to martial soul quality, nothing in the Douluo World had yet surpassed the level of the Dragon God.

At the same time, Huo Yuhao understood that such rapid growth in Soul Power would cause his foundation to become unstable to a certain degree. Over the next year, he had to stabilize his Soul Power. If possible, he hoped to condense the First Soul Core that the original Huo Hang only possessed at the Soul Sage level before reaching the strength of a Soul King.

"Cult Leader, excuse my offense." Huo Yuhao circulated his Soul Power and gathered it in his eyes, assuming an attacking stance.

Zhongli Wu nodded with his hands behind his back. Confident in his own strength as a Super Douluo, he was not worried that Huo Yuhao could harm him. No one was more suitable than him to serve as a test subject for Huo Yuhao's abilities.

Huo Yuhao closed his left eye and abruptly opened his right. Caught off guard, Zhongli Wu felt the world spin around him. His entire body seemed to be thrown into a bizarre and fantastical space. There was nothing here but mountains of corpses and seas of blood, while the barren earth had been dyed red by blood, inspiring extreme terror.

"An illusion?" Zhongli Wu curiously surveyed his surroundings. A skill capable of creating illusions could provide immense help to a Spirit-type Soul Master.

So it really was this ability! Huo Yuhao was overjoyed. With his current Spiritual Power, he certainly could not harm a Super Douluo. Moreover, without a genuine Soul Ring to support its use, the strain on his mind was considerable.

"Not bad, not bad." Seeing Huo Yuhao withdraw the ability, Zhongli Wu praised him repeatedly. "An illusion skill's greatest strength in battle is catching the enemy by surprise. Once an opponent becomes trapped in the illusion and cannot break free, they are fish on the chopping block."

"Then, Cult Leader, try this!" Huo Yuhao closed his right eye, which had cast the illusion, and opened his left. An intense scorching aura instantly focused around Huo Yuhao's line of sight before shooting toward Zhongli Wu.

Boom!

Flames erupted, instantly setting Zhongli Wu's body alight. However, he directly unleashed his immense Soul Power and forcibly extinguished the flames.

"This is... Extreme Evil Flame?" As the leader of Evil Soul Masters, Zhongli Wu had naturally heard of this kind of flame. It used a Soul Master's Soul Power as fuel. Once it latched onto someone, unless the Soul Master who cast it withdrew it, Soul Masters of the same rank could basically only escape danger by severing the burning body part.

Naturally, after using these two skills, Huo Yuhao's face was filled with exhaustion. With his current physical condition, using such skills consumed far too much.

"Both the illusion and Extreme Evil Flame are exceptionally powerful skills. As your Spiritual Power cultivation rises in the future, their true might will also reveal itself." Zhongli Wu was extremely satisfied with Huo Yuhao's skills. At the same time, he did not forget to press one hand against Huo Yuhao's back and send pure Soul Power into him to replenish him.

"Thank you, Cult Leader!" After receiving Zhongli Wu's infusion of Soul Power, Huo Yuhao's complexion finally improved considerably.

"So these two skills are abilities attached to the different eyes of your martial soul?" Zhongli Wu asked curiously.

"Mm. I call them Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi." Huo Yuhao instinctively gave the two skills—which were not merely similar, but exactly identical—the names of things he had seen on television in his previous life.

"Amaterasu? Tsukuyomi?" Naturally, Zhongli Wu did not understand the meaning Huo Yuhao had given these abilities. "Call them whatever you like. But as a Soul Scholar, using them takes too great a toll on you. If you want them to possess real combat capability, you first need to add Soul Rings and become a true Soul Master."

"I will heed the Cult Leader's teachings." Huo Yuhao bowed.

"Let's go back up. We've been here for most of the day. Your physique is far too weak. Starting tomorrow, I'll have someone arrange physical training for you." Zhongli Wu waved his hand, then pulled Huo Yuhao along and flew back, thoroughly satisfied.

The Abyss Altar returned to silence. No one noticed that the surface of the massive Rakshasa Divine Statue, which had occasionally emitted miserable green light, gradually became dim and lusterless.

After Huo Yuhao returned to his residence, his consciousness immediately sank into his Sea of Spirit, where a beautiful figure had already been waiting for a long time.

"Your Majesty!" Seeing Bibi Dong waiting for him, Huo Yuhao ran toward her, hopping and skipping all the way.

Bibi Dong looked at Huo Yuhao, who was full of childishness, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "You certainly have quite the imagination, giving your martial soul skills like these."

Huo Yuhao scratched his head. He could not help it—men remained boys until they died. In his memory, these two were naturally the best options among eye abilities. Once his Soul Power increased in the future, he was even going to pilot a Gundam!

Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi were naturally things from Huo Yuhao's previous life. They were also skills Bibi Dong had fashioned for his martial soul according to Huo Yuhao's requests. Adding these two abilities to his martial soul had consumed quite a bit of the Rakshasa Divine Power Bibi Dong had left behind before her death.

Zhongli Wu's only regret was that Huo Yuhao had not obtained a God-bestowed Soul Ring during the inheritance. God-bestowed Soul Rings were condensed according to the maximum number of years a Soul Master could absorb. In his view, if Huo Yuhao could obtain one, then Huo Yuhao's first Soul Ring would begin at no less than a thousand years. Later, when he returned here to refine Rakshasa Divine Power, it could even evolve into a black Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring or perhaps a red Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring.

Just imagining Huo Yuhao reaching the realm of a Titled Douluo in the future, with the intimidation of nine Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings, was enough to make Zhongli Wu laugh in his dreams. Only that person from ten thousand years ago had ever been capable of such a thing!

However, Huo Yuhao had long since made plans for his Soul Rings. Regardless of whether his later Soul Rings followed the original plot, for the first Soul Ring of his Spiritual Eye, nothing but Brother Sky Dream's Million years would do!

The reason the original Huo Yuhao had been called Huo Hang was naturally because the Four Great Divine Skills granted by the Million-year Sky Dream Ice Silkworm as his first Soul Ring were simply too overpowered.

"Leaving the Rakshasa Divine Statue means that, without the Holy Spirit Cult using living sacrifices to stabilize my soul in the future, this divine sense body of mine will become extremely fragile. Unless it is absolutely necessary, I cannot help you myself." Bibi Dong gave Huo Yuhao another warning. "Once you find that Million-year bug in the future, there may be a way for it to stabilize my divine sense."

"I understand." Huo Yuhao regained a serious expression. There was exactly one year left until the original plot's Huo Yuhao left the Ducal Palace and embarked on his journey. Over the next year, since he did not intend to absorb a Soul Ring, Huo Yuhao would devote all his energy to Body Tempering. A strong physique was the foundation for increasing his strength.

"Holy Son, the Cult Leader has ordered us to arrange your bedtime routine."

Just as Huo Yuhao was preparing to sleep, the voices of the twin maids sounded from outside the door.

They had to arrange his sleep too? Huo Yuhao's expression turned strange. Could it be that these two girls are supposed to warm my bed? I'm not even old enough for that yet, am I?

Filled with confusion, Huo Yuhao opened the door, and a somewhat familiar pretty face immediately entered his sight.

"Ma Xiaotao?"

I've wanted to give Huo Yuhao these two abilities for a long time. Later, I'll even have him pilot a Gundam in the Douluo World, so stay tuned!