Huo Yuhao slowly rose from the throne, his aura suddenly becoming sharp, and gray-white necromantic power swirled around him like mist, causing the temperature of the entire Necromancer's Temple to drop sharply.
He looked down at Original Huo Yuhao, his voice deep and authoritative:
However—you still need to continue pretending to be seriously injured.
"Only in this way can we avoid arousing suspicion."
He leaned forward slightly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes:
"If necessary... I will take over the fight directly."
Huo Yuhao raised a finger, his tone leaving no room for argument:
"First, you are not allowed to reveal my existence to anyone, not a single person—including Wang Dong'er."
The second finger is raised:
"Secondly, you need to listen carefully to what I'm about to tell you: my main body will be in the Undead Demiplane, and I will split my soul to directly enter your Sea of Consciousness."
A dangerous smile curled at the corner of his lips.
"Of course, I'll use a different approach, so it won't make things difficult for you."
The third finger slowly rose, Huo Yuhao's eyes suddenly turned icy cold:
"Third--"
"I don't want us to become enemies."
"But if you dare to betray me, even if you are myself..."
The air inside the Temple of the Dead seemed to freeze, and countless eerie blue soul flames flickered violently, reflecting Huo Yuhao's grim face.
"I will not hesitate to—deal with you."
Original Huo Yuhao shuddered, feeling a bone-chilling cold shoot up his spine from the soles of his feet.
The oppressive aura emanating from the "self" on the throne made it difficult for him to even breathe.
He had no doubt that if he dared to say "no," the other party would really kill him on the spot!
"... good."
Original Huo Yuhao swallowed hard, his voice hoarse:
I promise you.
The grayish-white aura of the soul quietly receded, Huo Yuhao's divided soul merged into the Original Huo Yuhao's Sea of Consciousness like flowing water.
--From this moment on, the souls of the two timelines achieved a subtle coexistence.
The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight streamed through the window, Original Huo Yuhao slowly opened his eyes.
What came into view was Wang Dong'er's tired yet joyful face. Her long, light blue hair was a little messy, clearly from not having slept all night, and her eyes were slightly red, but she broke into a bright smile the moment she saw him wake up.
" Yuhao! You're finally awake!"
She held his hand tightly, her voice soft and choked with sobs:
Do you know how worried I am? If anything happens to you, I...
Before she could finish speaking, tears had already streamed down her face.
"I... I love you."
--
Deep within the Sea of Consciousness, Huo Yuhao's divided soul floated silently, a mocking smile playing on its lips.
"A pathetic and laughable love..."
His voice was icy, like the cold wind of the Far North, carrying a chilling irony:
"They're nothing but empty, illusory things."
Original Huo Yuhao was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously transmitted his thoughts in his Sea of Consciousness:
"What's wrong?"
Huo Yuhao responded indifferently:
"It's nothing, it's just that it's too cheesy."
Original Huo Yuhao scratched his head somewhat awkwardly (in his spiritual form):
"I'm sorry, I didn't consider your feelings..."
He hesitated for a moment, then asked cautiously:
"By the way, where's your... ' Dong'er '?"
Huo Yuhao's split soul suddenly froze.
Within the Sea of Consciousness, the previously flowing gray-white mist seemed to freeze in an instant.
There was no response for a long time.
Original Huo Yuhao was somewhat confused and was about to ask again—
But suddenly, I felt a bone-chilling coldness spreading from the depths of my soul.
Huo Yuhao's split soul stood in the center of the Sea of Consciousness, his gaze sharp as a knife, staring into the void of the distance.
"My ' Dong'er '?"
"He's nothing more than a puppet controlled by Tang San."
"Like?"
"You want me to talk about love with a puppet (human-machine)?"
Within the Sea of Consciousness, an invisible storm was quietly brewing, but he forcefully suppressed it.
--Now is not the time.
Sea God Pavilion, soft Soul Guidance Lamp spilled onto the rustic wooden floor. Original Huo Yuhao sat leaning against the bed, his face still showing some weakness, quietly listening to Elder Zhuang's analysis.
He thought to himself: His body has clearly been completely healed by his "future self," but now he has to find a way to fool everyone else...
"I've already dealt with the fire poison myself," Original Huo Yuhao coughed lightly, explaining as instructed by Huo Yuhao. "I have some special life force within me that can slowly heal my injuries."
Elder Zhuang stroked his beard, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, but he didn't ask any further questions. He simply nodded and said, "In that case, take good care of yourself and don't force your Soul Power again."
Xuan Zi sat to the side, a wine gourd in his hand, his brows furrowed. " Yuhao, don't participate in this continent-wide advanced Soul Master Academy Soul Fighting Tournament. Leave it to Bei Bei and the others."
Original Huo Yuhao shook his head firmly. " Xuan Zi, my Grandmaster and Senior Sister Tang Ya have been incredibly kind to me. I must go to this competition!"
(Within his Sea of Consciousness, Huo Yuhao snorted coldly but did not stop them.)
Regarding the residual elemental energy within his body, Original Huo Yuhao explained, following Huo Yuhao's advice, "I have temporarily sealed the disordered elemental energy in my left arm and frozen it with Ultimate Ice. It should be fine for at least six months."
Xuan Zi pondered for a moment, then finally sighed, "Alright... Ultimate Ice can indeed slow down the surge of Yuan Power, but remember—it must be completely resolved within six months!"
After everyone left, Huo Yuhao's cold voice rang out from within his Sea of Consciousness:
"After you've repaid the Tang Sect's favor, you'd better stay away from them."
Original Huo Yuhao was taken aback and asked telepathically, "Why? The Tang Sect has been kind to me, how can I—"
Huo Yuhao interrupted him, his tone chilling:
"I will tell you slowly... what exactly is the entanglement between the Tang Sect and us."
As for why I'm saying all this...
His voice lowered, carrying an endless chill:
"You'll understand when you see the 'truth' with your own eyes; then it will be up to you to decide."
Meanwhile, inside the Shrek Academy Soul Fighting Arena—
The Golden Dragon Spear pierced the sky, leaving a dazzling golden trail. Wang Qiu'er, her spear thrusts like a dragon, instantly swept five Inner Court disciples across the field!
"Too weak." She sheathed her gun, her eyes flashing like lightning. "How can someone with this level of skill participate in the Continental Soul Fighting Tournament?"
(But in my mind, that tall and straight figure appeared.)
She gripped the dragon spear tightly, her heart surging with fighting spirit:
" Huo Yuhao... I will definitely defeat you in this competition!"
Within the Sea of Consciousness, Huo Yuhao's split soul stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze profound.
He spoke calmly, his voice carrying a hint of cold mockery:
"It seems you've managed to avoid the tragedy of ending up in a wheelchair this time."
"However, in the upcoming battle, you can only use your right arm—you'll have to keep up the 'injury' on your left arm."
Original Huo Yuhao spiritual body frowned, somewhat unconvinced:
"It's just the Soul Master Tournament. I can handle it all by myself. Do you really need to get involved?"
Huo Yuhao's lips curled slightly, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes:
"Certainly."
"Let me handle the publicity."
He slightly raised his eyes, as if gazing through his Sea of Consciousness into a certain direction outside, his tone low and dangerous:
"What's wrong with showing those guys our true strength...?"
Original Huo Yuhao finally sighed:
"Alright... but surely I should get a chance to shine, right?"
Huo Yuhao chuckled, raised his hand and patted his shoulder (in his spiritual form), his tone carrying an unquestionable air:
"Aren't you still 'seriously injured'?"
"Just focus on recovering."
He turned and walked into the depths of the Sea of Consciousness, his voice growing colder:
"Leave the upcoming Soul Master Tournament to me."
He paused, then added indifferently:
"Don't worry, I have no interest in Wang Dong'er."
P. S.: Replacing the legs with the left arm makes it easier for Huo Yuhao to take over the role, so this is very necessary. As for the later Evil Soul Master Qiankun Asking Love Valley, there will be new breakthroughs. First of all, we still need to bring Tang Ya back.
And then there's Ma Xiaotao; Huo Yuhao's attitude towards Wang Dong'er will remain focused on Huo Yuhao, not on the Original Huo Yuhao.