Qian Xunji's body was completely corroded by the black mist, and the wings of the Six-Winged Angel were stained with a filthy dark color. He grinned maliciously and raised his hand, his Soul Power frantically gathering around him--
" Angel Light Blade!"
Fifteen golden lightsabers unfurled behind him, their blades humming as they merged into one, transforming into a gigantic lightsaber powerful enough to cleave mountains, carrying a Destruction, divine power as it slashed down at Huo Yuhao!
"Watch out!" Bibi Dong exclaimed in surprise, her fingers unconsciously clenching the hem of her clothes.
However, Huo Yuhao merely smiled faintly, casually swinging the Sword of Emotions in his hand horizontally—
" Emotion Storm - Tide"
In an instant, the seven-colored divine light surged out like a tsunami, and the dazzling tide rolled upwards, colliding with the golden giant sword with a thunderous crash!
"Boom--!!!"
Energy surged, the light blades shattered inch by inch, yet the seven-colored tides continued their relentless flow, illuminating the entire dark space in a dreamlike, ethereal way. The light reflected on Bibi Dong's pale face as she stared blankly at that tall, imposing figure—
Bathed in divine light, Huo Yuhao's figure was changing. His outline became clearer, and amidst his flowing blue hair, the faint phantom of a majestic deity appeared. That was...
God of Emotion!
"So you think you can wield a sword?" Huo Yuhao chuckled, pointing his sword at the sky. " Three Forms of Emotion - Sword Falls!"
The Sword of Emotions suddenly surged and swept across the sky, transforming into a gigantic, seven-colored blade that spanned heaven and earth, crashing down with a Judgment force! Qian Xunji hastily raised his Angel Holy Sword to block, but at the moment of contact, he and his sword were cleaved into the ground.
"Aaaaaah--!"
In the deep pit, Qian Xunji struggled to his feet, his body surrounded by churning black mist. His sanity had completely collapsed, and he roared as he unleashed his ultimate trump card:
" Martial Soul Avatar: Fallen Angel!"
His jet-black wings expanded dramatically, transforming him into a hundred-meter-tall dark golden angel. He clasped his hands in prayer before his chest, and terrifying dark golden energy gathered in his palms—
" Angel's Glory!!"
A dark gold beam of Destruction, over ten meters in diameter, shot out, distorting space wherever it passed!
Faced with this deadly attack, Huo Yuhao revealed a playful smile. He dispersed the Sword of Emotions and made a peculiar starting stance with his hands—left hand horizontal, right hand vertical, forming a cross in front of his chest, a gesture reminiscent of Ultraman Tiga, and the posture was perfectly standard.
"Want to test your skills?" The seven-colored divine light compressed wildly in his palm. "Then I'll play along— Emotion Storm Beam!"
"Boom!!!!"
A torrent of seven colors and dark gold collided in mid-air, causing the entire space of consciousness to tremble violently! But as a certain cosmic law states—
Historically, the left side of a ball-handling match always loses! (Except for... well, you all know that. Plus, Huo Yuhao's soul power is extremely strong. I could have easily killed him just now, but I was just playing around with him a little.)
Not to mention that Huo Yuhao hadn't even used his full strength. The seven-colored beam of light crushed through the dark gold torrent and instantly engulfed Qian Xunji's Martial Soul Avatar.
"Impossible..."
Amidst desperate wails, the Fallen Angel crumbled like a sandcastle. As the last wisp of black mist dissipated, the nightmare that had haunted Bibi Dong many years finally...
The smoke cleared and the clouds dispersed.
A miracle occurred at that moment.
The long-awaited light pierced the darkness, pouring down like gauze and mist, illuminating the cold world inch by inch. Bibi Dong stared blankly at the figure in the light—he reached out his hand to her, his slender fingers almost transparent in the halo of light, yet carrying a reassuring warmth.
She hesitated for a moment, then finally raised her hand and gently placed it on her.
The knight pulled the princess out of her nightmare.
When he pulled the princess out, Huo Yuhao quietly used his divine skill, Emotion Consolation, to soothe Bibi Dong's heart. This divine skill was born of divine mercy, but it's unclear whether it was Huo Yuhao, the God of Emotion, or Huo Yuhao's mercy.
He was surrounded by shimmering light, gazing gently at Bibi Dong with a soft smile. A breeze stirred, causing his blue hair to flutter. That tender gaze would forever remain in Bibi Dong's world. His figure...
The sunlight was so bright and so long-awaited that she had to squint slightly. Huo Yuhao's figure gradually faded in the light, his outline edged with a hazy gold, like a phantom that might vanish at any moment.
"Goodbye..." she murmured subconsciously, then suddenly realized—
To see the knight again, all you need to do is... open your eyes.
(Reality - Early Morning)
Morning light filtered through the vines hanging from the cave entrance, casting dappled shadows on the ground. Bibi Dong's eyelashes fluttered slightly as she slowly opened her eyes.
The campfire crackled, filling the air with an enticing aroma. She turned her head slightly and saw Huo Yuhao sitting by the fire, intently turning the grilled fish skewered on a branch. Golden oil dripped onto the embers, sparking tiny embers.
"You're awake?" Noticing the movement, he asked without turning his head, his voice as casual as ever. "Are you feeling better?"
Bibi Dong did not answer immediately.
The morning light outlined the boy's tall and straight figure, and his familiar blue hair shimmered in the sunlight—gradually merging with the godlike knight from his dreams.
So it was you...
A heavy shackle in her heart suddenly loosened. The corners of her lips unconsciously turned up, revealing a radiant smile that even she herself didn't realize:
"I feel much better, thank you for taking care of me."
Huo Yuhao paused in his hand as he flipped the grilled fish, turning his head in surprise. The moment their eyes met, he was stunned by that smile—it was the first time he had ever seen this proud Pope with such an unguarded expression.
"How inexplicable..." He turned his face away, coughed lightly to cover his embarrassment, and handed over the grilled fish. "... Come and eat."
Sunlight streamed between the two, creating a warm and tranquil atmosphere.
Divine Realm
" Bibi Dong, oh Bibi Dong..." She chuckled softly at the void, her voice like the flicking tongue of a venomous snake, "This time, you'd better thank me properly~"
Divine power flowed in his palm, conjuring scenes— Huo Yuhao's heroic figure as he annihilated Qian Xunji's evil thoughts, Bibi Dong's bewildered expression as she awoke from her dream...
"Although you were destined to meet, without my slight 'stirring things up'..." Rakshasa God narrowed his eyes, "Heh, your closed heart probably wouldn't waver even after a thousand years, would it?"
Suddenly, as if she sensed something, the divine power at her fingertips abruptly dissipated.
"A deity capable of manipulating emotions?" She frowned slightly. "When did such a figure appear in the Divine Realm? Could it be...?"
An even more startling guess came to mind.
"Could it be that the entity behind that kid is helping him 'create' Godhood?!" The Rakshasa God suddenly sat upright, his dark purple pupils contracting sharply. "If that's true... then this is truly extraordinary."
Recalling the transdimensional warning that came as the dream vanished—its lingering power alone caused her divine essence to tremble!
"Heh... 'Properly inherit the Godhood '?" She stroked the armrest of the throne, then suddenly chuckled. "Interesting. In that case, I'll see how long this charade lasts..."
Morning dew dripped slowly down the rock wall, making a crisp sound in the silent cave. Bibi Dong sat by the campfire with her knees drawn up, her gaze unconsciously following Huo Yuhao, who was cultivating. The young man sat cross-legged, his Soul Power flowing around him, his blue hair glowing softly in the firelight.
Her lips curved slightly upward, and a tenderness she herself didn't even notice flickered in her eyes. This was completely different from her usual self—although she still retained her innate pride, the coldness between her brows had melted away, replaced by an indescribable gentleness.
"Spying on me again?" Huo Yuhao suddenly asked, his eyes still closed.
Bibi Dong hurriedly turned her face away, a faint blush rising at the tips of her ears. "Who, who was looking at you! I was just thinking about the upcoming itinerary."
Huo Yuhao opened his eyes, thoughtfully observing the Spirit Hall Pope who had suddenly become docile. Her tone of voice had softened considerably, and the occasional hint of concern she showed surprised him.
( Huo Yuhao's inner monologue)
"While it's true that saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda, isn't this change in attitude a bit too exaggerated?" he thought to himself. "But it's fine this way... it saves me the trouble of deliberately trying to please her."
His thoughts suddenly shifted. "Logically, those Soul Beast should have sensed our presence here long ago, so why haven't they made a move? But it seems the current conditions don't warrant creating an opportunity to protect Bibi Dong and win her favor." Thinking this, he inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief. "It's better they don't come, it's better they don't come, saves me from having to put on a hero-saves-the-damsel-in-distress act..."
"Roar--!"
A deafening roar suddenly echoed through the cave, interrupting Huo Yuhao's thoughts. His lips twitched slightly, and he was speechless. "This slap in the face came way too fast! It happened right after I said it; did I dig this hole for myself?"
Huo Yuhao suddenly stood up, his expression grave. "Not good, there's killing intent. It seems my Simulation Soul Skill has failed. It really can't hold out for long."
Bibi Dong immediately entered battle mode, her Martial Soul instantly manifesting. "Let me go. With your strength, you'll only be going to your death."
"Stay here and don't move!"
Huo Yuhao walked towards the cave entrance without looking back, his tone leaving no room for argument, "Your injuries haven't healed yet. If you rush out, you'll only get worse. Your cultivation is higher than mine, so it'll be easier for you to escape the pursuit of the Soul Beast. If you get seriously injured again, we'll both die here, and then it'll truly be over."
Bibi Dong stood there, stunned, watching the boy's resolute back, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside her, though she understood the current situation.
She bit her lower lip lightly, thinking defiantly, "Such a young age, yet you have quite the knack for lecturing people... Humph, if you insist on being tough, then so be it!"
But the roars of beasts echoing outside the cave made her heart clench involuntarily. She clenched her fists and prayed silently, "He's a successor of the gods... he should be alright... right?"
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