Douluo Continent: Outwitting the Ceiling of Wisdom - Yuhao Faks His Death for Ten Thousand Years

Peak of the Spiritual Realm.

These five words echoed in Mo Yuan's mind like a thunderbolt.

Huo Yuhao's spiritual power has now reached 457 points, and he is only one step away from breaking through to the Spirit Sea Realm.

What does this mean?

Even at the Spirit Pagoda headquarters, Shrek Academy, or the Central Academy of the Sun Moon Federation, those teenagers hailed as geniuses who could cultivate their spiritual power to nearly two hundred points before the age of ten would be considered to be defying the heavens.

And the six-year-old Spirit Sea Realm...

Even if Mo Yuan were to reveal such test results, no one would believe him—it would likely only lead the technicians inside the Spirit Pagoda to suspect that the mental strength testing equipment had malfunctioned.

A ferocious beast reborn? A god reincarnated? A chosen one of heaven?

Perhaps only beings of this caliber could possess such extraordinary and heaven-defying cultivation talent.

A storm raged within him, but Mo Yuan tried his best to calm himself down before asking Huo Yuhao in a trembling voice:

"Young friend Huo... could you perhaps be the reincarnation of the first Tower Master, Lord Lingbing Douluo?"

Even though he himself didn't believe it when he said it.

Upon hearing this, Huo Yuhao decisively shook his head and immediately explained to Mo Yuan:

"Teacher, you jest. I am merely acting in the name of our ancestor and carrying on his legacy. How can I possibly be compared to him?"

"I have been practicing the spiritual secrets passed down in my clan since I was a child, which is why I have reached this level of spiritual power."

Mo Yuan nodded in sudden realization, but his tone still betrayed his shock as he said:

"So that's how it is. No wonder you're a descendant of that great man..." Mo Yuan took a deep breath, his eyes still filled with shock, but his voice became even more solemn. "Even so, Huo's spiritual power is truly astonishing and beyond the reach of most people."

"To have you as my disciple is an immense honor for me; I fear that others will be envious of me in the future!"

"Teacher, you flatter me," Huo Yuhao smiled slightly. "However, my level of mental strength is indeed... a bit too eye-catching. I'll have to trouble you to cover up the test results for me."

Huo Yuhao's decision to reveal his true spiritual power level to Mo Yuan was a well-thought-out move.

He knew that in the complex and power-hungry system of the contemporary Spirit Pagoda, the identity of a mysterious "Spirit Ice Envoy" was not enough to gain real support and resources.

By appropriately showcasing his talent and potential, which far exceeds the concept of "genius," he can not only demonstrate the extraordinary nature of this lineage but also allow Mo Yuan to directly understand—

Investing in Huo Yuhao is investing in a bright future that is clearly visible.

This "openness" allows a subtle trust and relationship to be established and bound together between the teachers and students.

"That's natural."

Mo Yuan gently slid his finger across the soul guidance screen, replacing the original "457" with "279" in mental strength value. He then completely destroyed the original test result record and uploaded the forged result to the Spirit Pagoda database.

Before Huo Yuhao bid farewell to his branch tower master teacher, Mo Yuan once again promised to introduce him to the two presidents of the East Sea City Blacksmith and Mecha Master Associations as his teachers.

He also solemnly took out a storage ring and handed it to Huo Yuhao.

The spiritual objects and treasures contained within the ring's space are all precious items that are of great benefit to spirit-type soul masters.

The rare and precious materials among them are worth millions of federal dollars for a single item.

After sensing what it contained, Huo Yuhao found it difficult to accept it calmly for a moment.

Seeing Huo Yuhao's expression of reluctance, Mo Yuan spoke earnestly and in an unquestionable tone:

"Take it, child. Our Spirit Pagoda is rich and powerful; these little rare treasures are nothing to us. They'd just gather dust in the storeroom anyway."

Moreover, you are not only a descendant of the first Tower Master, but also my personally recognized disciple, Mo Yuan, and your talent for cultivation is truly unparalleled. Both for public and private reasons, I should spare no effort to help you grow.”

After witnessing Huo Yuhao's terrifying talent for cultivation firsthand, Mo Yuan's attitude clearly indicated that he intended to spare no effort in nurturing Huo Yuhao.

Therefore, Huo Yuhao, filled with heartfelt gratitude, deeply thanked this respectable teacher before taking his leave.

Leaving the Spirit Pagoda and walking on the road to purchase property in the city, the figure and words of another mentor from ten thousand years ago inevitably surfaced in my mind.

That was the first teacher who had taught him everything he knew and treated him like his own son since he transmigrated—Master Mingde, Jing Hongchen.

"How about it? Never seen anything like it before, have you? This is Mingdu, which we, the people of the Sun Moon Empire, are so proud of. You people from Star Luo probably can't even imagine such a sight."

"Now that I've accepted you as my disciple, you can keep this card containing one million gold soul coins. Within our Sun Moon Empire, everyone of any standing recognizes this card."

"Good! Since you trust your master so much, you are the only disciple I will ever accept in my life. From now on, we are family!"

What is a teacher? This is what a teacher is!

In contrast, Master Yu, who claimed that "there are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters," is truly laughable.

Of course, expecting Yu Xiaogang to be as wealthy and generous as Huo Yuhao's teachers, showering his disciples with all sorts of good things, is indeed asking too much of him.

But if you want to be a teacher of students with great potential, you must have other things to offer, right?

Instructing disciples means making them run with heavy loads all day long; providing them with theoretical knowledge that is either common sense or wrong; and having weak abilities without any self-awareness...

Someone who's already doing well enough by not dragging his students down, and who ultimately just sits back and wins without lifting a finger, actually deserves to be called a "master"?

Fortunately, his student was someone of the Tang Buddha level, so they were birds of a feather—the trash can came to his rescue.

Just as Huo Yuhao was silently complaining to himself, another teacher who had been so kind to him—Electra—also quietly awakened his long-dormant divine consciousness.

Within the sea of ​​spirit, an aged yet gentle voice slowly resounded:

"Hehe... In the blink of an eye, ten thousand years have passed. Yuhao, you are an extraordinary child, truly exceeding my expectations time and time again."

With an ordinary body and worldly strength, it was truly possible to traverse this long river of ten thousand years.

"Elder Yi!" Hearing that familiar voice, Huo Yuhao's spirits lifted, and he quickly greeted him respectfully in his spiritual sea, his tone full of concern and expectation, "You've finally woken up. I wonder how you're recovering?"

Electrolux's divine light rippled slightly, exuding a reassuring and profound aura:

"Over the past ten thousand years, thanks to the continuous nourishment of the Gold of Life, my remaining divine consciousness has finally recovered a considerable amount of its vitality. Although it is still worlds apart from its peak in life, but..."

He paused slightly, a hint of satisfaction and pride in his voice, "I am not far from pushing this wisp of divine consciousness back to its peak in this form."

"That's wonderful!" Upon hearing this, Huo Yuhao's heart was instantly filled with immense joy. "Congratulations, Elder Yi!"

Divine sense...this is real divine sense!

Huo Yuhao understood what this meant better than anyone else.

Looking back ten thousand years, Elder Yi, with only a wisp of weak divine consciousness, opened up the path of equal soul contracts for him, bringing countless opportunities and trump cards.