Huo Yuhao had already come up with a plan. He still had some expectations for the Original Huo Yuhao. He would be quite happy if he could stand up for himself and be able to handle things on his own soon.
However, if someone remains obstinate, even if they become his own enemy, Huo Yuhao will use swift and decisive methods to eliminate them; anyone who gets in his way is an enemy.
The night was deep, and dark clouds obscured the moonlight. Only the cold wind rustled through the treetops.
--It's the perfect night for "fooling" people.
Of course, rather than "deceiving" me, it's more like teaching and reminding me, helping me avoid some detours in the past and become more cautious and perfect.
Huo Yuhao's lips curled slightly, and his spiritual power silently spread, quietly invading the Original Huo Yuhao's Sea of Consciousness.
A deep and familiar voice suddenly rang out in Original Huo Yuhao's Sea of Consciousness:
" Huo Yuhao... Huo Yuhao..."
The voice seemed to come from the depths of the soul, carrying an irresistible power.
The next second, Original Huo Yuhao spiritual body was pulled by a powerful suction force and instantly fell into a strange world--
Undead Demiplane.
The magnificent Temple of the Dead stands beneath a somber sky, its black stone pillars engraved with ancient runes, and eerie gray soul flames burn silently within.
At the far end of the hall, a cold, imposing throne sat high above, where a figure leaned lazily.
Welcome to my world.
A deep voice echoed in the empty hall, carrying a hint of mockery.
"Mr. Huo Yuhao, I think... you wouldn't mind coming as a guest, would you?"
Original Huo Yuhao suddenly looked up, his pupils shrinking sharply.
The figure on the throne slowly rose, and that face...
It looks exactly like me!
"You... who are you?!" Original Huo Yuhao's voice trembled slightly, "How can you look exactly like me?!"
Huo Yuhao chuckled softly and stepped down from the throne. Each step seemed to punctuate a point in time, causing the surrounding air to distort slightly.
"Could it be that you're like Wang Qiu'er...?" Original Huo Yuhao subconsciously took a half step back, his eyes full of vigilance.
Huo Yuhao shook his head, his tone calm yet undeniable:
"No, our relationship is different from that of Wang Dong'er and Wang Qiu'er."
"They are two people, while you and I—"
He leaned slightly forward, looking directly into Original Huo Yuhao's eyes, and said, word by word:
"It's completely the same person."
"You are Huo Yuhao, and I am Huo Yuhao."
"You are me, and I am you."
Original Huo Yuhao's mind went blank for a long time before he managed to speak:
"How is this possible... How could such a thing happen in the world? Are you an imposter? Why are you impersonating me?!"
Huo Yuhao scoffed, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes:
"Impersonate you? Sorry, I don't have time to impersonate you."
He turned and walked towards the throne, his back to Original Huo Yuhao, and his voice suddenly became distant:
To be precise...
"I am you from another time."
Original Huo Yuhao was startled, and the shock in his eyes gradually turned into contemplation:
"Me from another time...?"
Huo Yuhao gently raised his hand, and a wisp of grayish-white necromantic power emanated from his fingertips.
"That's right." His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable air of authority.
As he moved, two pitch-black bone chairs materialized out of thin air. One landed below the throne, facing Original Huo Yuhao; the other floated beside the throne, side by side with him.
Please have a seat.
Seeing that Original Huo Yuhao was still somewhat hesitant, Huo Yuhao chuckled, "If you don't believe me—"
He turned to look at the void. "Teacher, please come out and meet me."
"You little rascal, you're so impatient."
An aged yet gentle voice echoed within the hall. Electrolux's divine consciousness slowly emerged, its soul flame flickering in the void, radiating a soft light.
Original Huo Yuhao trembled, and his pupils suddenly contracted.
" Electrolux... teacher?!"
His voice choked, his eyes instantly reddened, and tears streamed down his face uncontrollably.
"You... you're still alive?!"
Electrolux floated to the throne and sat down, looking at him with loving eyes. "Yes, I am still alive. But—"
He paused, a hint of meaning in his voice. "I am not Electrolux of this time, Yuhao."
Huo Yuhao turned his head to look at Electrolux, a hint of mockery in his eyes. "Teacher, was I really this easily startled before?"
Electrolux looked at Huo Yuhao with a helpless expression and laughed, "What, are you starting to dislike your former self now?"
Huo Yuhao shrugged. "It's because this kid seems too naive; even I'm a little uncomfortable with it."
He looked at Original Huo Yuhao again, raising an eyebrow and saying, "Well, do you believe me now? With the teacher here, there's no way he can lie."
Original Huo Yuhao took a deep breath, wiped away his tears, and nodded heavily. "Yes, I believe you."
"However..." Original Huo Yuhao frowned slightly, "Why did you come here?"
Huo Yuhao rested his chin on his hand, leaning lazily against the throne. "Help you, of course. Otherwise, do you think I'm here for a vacation?"
"Help me?" Original Huo Yuhao was taken aback. "Help me with what?"
Huo Yuhao's gaze darkened, and the smile on his lips gradually faded.
"I'll help you--"
"Avoid those 'mistakes' that I failed to avoid back then."
Huo Yuhao slowly rose, the Eye of Destiny on his forehead quietly opening, its dazzling golden patterns swirling like stars. He lightly touched his brow with his fingertip, and a longsword, entirely emerald green, slowly materialized from his Sea of Consciousness—
Sword of Life!
The sword emitted a rich emerald green light, and a powerful life force instantly filled the entire Temple of the Dead, even illuminating the gray dome as if it were translucent as jade.
"First, clean up your injuries and all that messy elemental energy."
Before he finished speaking, he turned his sword slightly, and a beam of emerald light burst forth from the tip of the sword, completely enveloping the Original Huo Yuhao's spiritual body.
Outside, Original Huo Yuhao's physical body, lying on the bed, suddenly emitted a faint green light.
Those deep, bone-revealing wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the skin became smooth and new again; the disordered meridians were gently smoothed under the nourishment of life energy; even the fire toxins accumulated in the internal organs were enveloped in emerald light, turning into wisps of blue smoke and being expelled from the pores.
Within the Undead Demiplane, Original Huo Yuhao spiritual body couldn't help but let out a comfortable sigh. He could clearly sense—
The stagnant Soul Power began to surge like a river!
The torn muscles are now full of strength again!
The burning pain completely vanished!
Huo Yuhao did not stop.
He pressed down with his left hand, and countless silver threads of light surged from between his fingers, precisely piercing into the major acupoints around Original Huo Yuhao's body. This was the " Heaven and Earth Origin Power Channeling Technique," created by Huo Yuhao himself, combining Necromancy and the Sword of Life. It was very practical.
The light threads moved like serpents, gradually smoothing and gathering the turbulent energy of heaven and earth. Half an hour later, the last trace of disordered energy in Original Huo Yuhao's body was also channeled into his dantian.
"Now it's almost time." Huo Yuhao sheathed his sword and stood up, his vertical pupils slowly closing.
In his mental world, Original Huo Yuhao stared blankly down at his own hand, which was as solid as jade.
That feeling of relief... it was as if a tremendous burden had been lifted off my shoulders.
He looked up at his other self beside the throne, his lips trembling slightly. "Thank you..."
"We're all on the same side." Huo Yuhao waved his hand to interrupt him, a familiar smile playing on his lips. "No need for thanks."
P. S.: Regarding the matter of taking on a harem, it was clear from the previous chapter which side everyone was leaning towards, so for now, we'll settle on Ye Xishui and Han Ruoruo.
Zhang Youhui, Zhang Lexuan, of course, if anyone also has strong opinions about Ye Xishui, then this role will also be considered accordingly.
What I want to say is that this book is supported by everyone's efforts, and as long as the majority of opinions do not conflict with what the author wants to write, it is entirely possible to proceed.