Douluo: The Holy Radiance of the Dragon King

Chapter 294 Huo Yuhao: You are not them, you are just a monster with their faces

After discussions with Zhang Huanyun and finalizing various details, the Blood God Legion's relocation operation officially began.

Having ample experience in resisting invasions, Zhang Huanyun learned that the new wave of dimensional armies that had invaded this time were led by only a mere quasi-god. He waved his hand dismissively, saying it was no big deal, and even said with some regret, "There are at most five quasi-god level beings in the entire demon plane. They can't even let us have our fill."

Feng Zaixing watched this guy act up quietly, and really wanted to say that if it weren't for me driving away the Tang Clan and letting Mingde Hall unseal the technology, five quasi-gods could have shattered your defenses.

However, in his estimation, if nothing unexpected happens, the team will be led by at most two or three quasi-gods, and there will always be a limit to the improvement of En Yehui compared to the original timeline.

"Holy Venerable Douluo, something strange has happened to our Spirit Pagoda recently, and I feel it's necessary to tell you about it."

During his rest time, Feng Zaixing took a bath and nap in the ecological forest recreation area of ​​the Blood God Legion.

Amidst the swirling smoke and a sense of melancholy, a rare smile played on his lips.

I've cultivated for so many years to quell the unrest in all directions. Now that everything has come to fruition, it's time to start enjoying life.

There are still three levels to go before he becomes a true god. He doesn't plan to struggle through those three levels; he'll just let things take their natural course. The hardships he endured in the past have given him the flawless golden body, so he can easily reach the peak of the quasi-god level through cultivation.

As for the god-level beings beyond that, there's no use being anxious now.

Well, in this situation, it's a pity there's no suitable person to confide in, and the senior brother sleeping next to me is snoring too loudly—

Just as he was relaxing and clearing his mind, a rather urgent voice suddenly rang in his ears. It was a powerful Soul Master transmitting his voice.

"Your Majesty, there are important matters concerning the Spirit Pagoda that I wish to discuss with you."

Feng Zaixing frowned immediately, pointed helplessly to the sign next to him that read "Resting today, no outside affairs," and said somewhat lazily, "For Legion matters, find Legion Commander Zhang; for Blood God Battalion matters, find my teacher. I, Feng Zaixing, have fought half my life, can't I even take a few days off?"

"You're talking about the Spirit Pagoda, right? I suggest you go directly to the Nostalgia Department of the Blood God Legion. You know the Nostalgia Department? It's the liaison department I set up in the Blood God Legion two months ago, specifically for contacting your family. They'll definitely be able to get you in touch with the higher-ups of the Spirit Pagoda."

The voice calling for Feng Zaixing turned strange: "But—I am the master of the Spirit Pagoda."

The voice was no longer concealed, and returned to its true form, clearly the voice of an intellectual and mature woman, Leng Yaozhu.

"What? Why didn't you use your normal voice from the beginning?"

Feng Zaixing suddenly opened his eyes, flipped himself up in mid-air, and put on a bathrobe. He sighed and complained as he walked away: "I have to say, you guys really make my life miserable. I've only been resting for two days and you're already coming to bother me again. I should have announced that I was going into seclusion instead of taking a break."

Leng Yaozhu stood outside the rest area and saw Feng Zaixing stride out wearing only a bathrobe. She couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed and said, "It's a bit inappropriate for me to come looking for you like this, but it really is something important."

Seeing Feng Zaixing's eyes clear up quickly, Leng Yaozhu smiled to herself and deliberately joked, "If you went into seclusion, the top Soul Masters of Douluo Continent would be scared half to death. Unlike us, seclusion isn't very useful for you."

"By the way, if you go into seclusion again, are you aiming for demigodhood or quasi-godhood? Hmm?"

"Alright, alright, Tower Master, stop praising me. Let's get down to business."

Feng Zaixing could naturally distinguish between what was important and what was urgent. Seeing the solemnity hidden in Leng Yaozhu's smile, he knew that something big must have happened.

Leng Yaozhu composed herself and said solemnly, "Recently, there have been strange occurrences with the Spirit Ice Douluo sculpture enshrined in the Spirit Pagoda?"

"A sculpture of the Spirit Ice Douluo? What could be wrong with that thing? Was it stolen or damaged? It can't be that the Spirit Ice Douluo has manifested himself, can it?"

When Feng Zaixing first heard that Huo Yuhao's statue had changed, he felt strange. Huo Yuhao couldn't do things like his father-in-law, so what could happen to the statue?

Unexpectedly, Leng Yaozhu's eyes immediately showed surprise upon hearing Feng Zaixing's words, and she said, "Your Majesty is truly prescient; there really is a sign of divine intervention."

Feng Zaixing's forehead was covered in question marks: "???"

What's going on? This part shouldn't be in the book I'm reading, right? Huo Yuhao can still manifest at the Spirit Pagoda?

Could it be that Huo Yuhao devised the plan to destroy Shrek Academy and Tang Sect headquarters, and the Qian Gu family was merely following orders?

Leng Yaozhu said slowly, "Ancestor Lingbing has appeared, her spiritual eyes revealing a transcendent divine aura, telling us that a great change is about to occur in this plane, and we need to deal with it carefully."

Feng Zaixing nodded upon hearing this and said, "Although he's right, if it's just this kind of information, it seems unnecessary for you to come to me in person."

At the same time, he wondered what Huo Yuhao was up to. Judging from the guy's appearance, he didn't seem to care much about his homeland. His spirit from ten thousand years ago had long been destroyed by Tang San and his daughter. He was going to invite them to a feast, behead them, and take them in as dogs.

And isn't this information a bit slow? The Abyss has been temporarily defeated, and you're talking about this?

Could it be that if I overturned the Abyss Plane, the Abyss Saint King could quickly summon his mother and cut off my head?

"Naturally, the most important thing is yet to come, which is why I believe that Spirit Ice Douluo has indeed manifested his power."

Leng Yaozhu Yurong showed a mixture of surprise and respect, and said in a low voice, "Lingbing Douluo said that the disciple named Tang Wulin is of great importance. We must not let him die. He will be the primary target of the Abyss Plane. We must do our best to hide his existence, the more secretive the better."

"The best thing would be to hide him in a small plane controlled by our Spirit Pagoda, and place several statues of him nearby so that he can secretly fight against some evil spirits with ulterior motives, preventing or delaying the leak of Tang Wulin's information."

Feng Zaixing's face showed even more question marks: "???"

Old Huo, what are you up to? Hiding Tang Wulin and even putting your sculpture there, is this protection or surveillance?

You're going to have to fight against some evil spirits with ulterior motives, but the problem is that Tang Wulin is different from the original timeline. He's completely invisible to the Abyss Saint King.

Wait! Could it be that the person Huo Yuhao wants to fight isn't the Abyss Saint King and his group, but rather—

A tree-shaped lightning bolt flashed through Feng Zaixing's mind, and an unbelievable thought popped into his head.

However, when this thought arose, even Feng Zaixing's rational mind thought it was highly unlikely, simply a pipe dream.

"Impossible, how could Huo Yuhao dare to secretly fight Tang San right now? But if the timeline is correct and the information he received is accurate, the person who most wants to know about Tang Wulin right now is definitely Tang San—"

Feng Zaixing thought to himself that the timeline had been completely thrown into chaos because of his arrival. Did Huo Yuhao have the guts to fight Tang San?

That seems unrealistic.

However—his mental strength is the highest among the God Kings in the God Realm, so theoretically he is capable of fighting Tang San, not to mention he has the home-field advantage.

But if this is true, why would he do it? Just to annoy Tang San? Could you be behind Xiao Wu's death from lovesickness and the invasion of Asura energy?

Surely they don't want a son-in-law to usurp the master's position?

Just as Feng Zaixing was racking his brains, Leng Yaozhu, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears and her brows furrowed with worry, said softly, "If you seem so puzzled, we understand even less what our ancestor intended to achieve by appearing in spirit this time. Anyway, here's the situation. What do you think we should do?"

"Should we follow our ancestor's orders and send Tang Wulin to a smaller plane, and then arrange for—ten or eight—sculptures of the Spirit Ice Ancestor?"

Leng Yaozhu spoke very carefully. She knew that Feng Zaixing was protective of his own, and Tang Wulin was his personal disciple. She couldn't force him to do it and had to ask for his opinion first.

Since the destruction of the Ancient Pavilion, the strongest among the younger generation of the Spirit Pagoda is undoubtedly Gu Yue. His terrifyingly fast cultivation speed, which is unmatched by anyone else, leaves everyone speechless. It is too fast to be true.

Tang Wulin and Xie Xie are top geniuses, one level below Gu Yue. Even without Feng Zaixing as a shield, Leng Yaozhu would have to seriously consider how to carry out her ancestor's orders.

Of course, Leng Yaozhu didn't know that Gu Yue's rapid breakthrough was thanks to Feng Zaixing's cover, which allowed her to act freely. When asked why, she said it was because Feng Zaixing had given her too many benefits from the club.

Feng Zaixing pondered for a moment and said, "You can't just ask me about this—how about I take you to the Spirit Pagoda another day, to see the sculpture of your ancestor's apparition, and see what he's up to?"

Leng Yaozhu smiled, her jade-like hand fluttering as she took out a three-foot-tall sculpture from her storage ring and placed it on the nearest coffee table, saying, "No need for trouble, this is it."

"In principle, worshipping ancestors requires bathing and burning incense, so I'll trouble Your Majesty to wait a moment." Leng Yaozhu moved into the relaxation area.

Feng Zaixing suspected that the woman also wanted to take a bath and relax, but he had no proof.

"Forget it, let's see what you're up to."

Feng Zaixing turned to look at the lifelike Huo Yuhao sculpture. The most expressive and magical part of the sculpture was its eyes, which seemed to carry traces of mysterious spiritual power.

"They're all original martial souls; hopefully we can glean something useful from them."

Feng Zaixing used the secret techniques of the innate secret method to examine the past inch by inch.

"Achoo!"

In the online community of experts, someone sneezed and felt a chill run down their spine, as if they were being monitored.

But that doesn't make sense. My father-in-law is in seclusion, so who could be monitoring him? Could it be my own statue in the mortal realm?

"Yuhao, why did you stop?"

A beautiful, seductive voice came from in front of him, tinged with confusion.

I rarely agree to do this for Yuhao, so why has he stopped?

"It's nothing, let's continue."

Huo Yuhao rolled over and moved, and after a few soft cries, wild commotion and a man's unrestrained laughter came from the bed.

Gradually, Huo Yuhao's eyes became glazed as he laughed wildly, as if he saw a face that had disappeared for decades, and he couldn't help but speed up.

"You—you are not them, you are just a monster with their faces."

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