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

Electrolux simply smiled gently upon hearing this. A calm and profound aura emanated from him as he spoke slowly:

"My divine sense is not strong. If it weren't for your calm and measured words when you were talking to her, and your perfectly timed hints, she would have gradually come to believe in your identity as a 'reincarnated god'..."

That was a truly brilliant response.

"You flatter me, sir!"

Being praised by his most respected teacher, Huo Yuhao couldn't help but chuckle, his face revealing a hint of the brightness and joy he once had in his youth.

Just then, Xue Di's spiritual avatar flashed and quietly appeared beside Huo Yuhao.

She gently placed her hands on his shoulders, her voice as soft and clear as snow falling into his ear:

"You've had a tough time, Yuhao... Facing someone like that must have been incredibly stressful."

"Even I, a ferocious beast seven hundred thousand years old and the former ruler of the far north, would probably be speechless if I stood before her..."

As she spoke, she paused slightly, and the fingers resting on Huo Yuhao's shoulder tightened slightly.

The look of heartache she had just shown was gradually replaced by a serious expression. Her brows furrowed slightly, and a deep sense of disappointment and dissatisfaction rose in her eyes.

Huo Yuhao felt a slight force on his shoulder, and his body stiffened involuntarily.

...So, Xue Di is still concerned about the "favor" that Tian Meng mentioned?

However, what Xue Di said next completely surprised him:

"Yuhao, I only realized today that you've been hiding so many things from us."

Her tone carried an unusual reproach, yet also concealed an undeniable concern and sadness.

"Ten thousand years ago, when we first met, it was only natural that you held back."

"But now, we've walked this long road together, sharing life and death, and we're no longer separated..."

If you speak up, we can all help you. Why always carry it all alone?

She gazed at him, her voice gradually lowering, yet each word remained clear:

"We only learned of the existence of the Silver Dragon King today. Confess honestly, what else have you been hiding?"

"If you feel we can't help you... then you don't need to say anything more from now on."

At the end of her words, Xue Di's slightly trembling voice conveyed a mixture of disappointment and heartache, like a fine needle gently piercing the silent sea of ​​her spirit.

On the other side, Tianmeng Ice Silkworm and Ice Emperor also looked at Huo Yuhao with complicated expressions, not knowing what to say.

Electrolux sighed softly, his voice carrying the gentleness and understanding of a mentor:

"Yuhao, Xue Nu is right. You don't have to bear many things alone."

Huo Yuhao was stunned, as if his words had touched the softest corner of his heart.

The next moment, as if the dam of his heart had been breached by a flood, a surge of intense guilt welled up inside him, making it hard for him to speak.

—Tang San's divine consciousness, the master of the plane, the abyss plane, the golden dragon king's divine core, the remnant soul of the dragon god, and the great god circle hanging in the future, possibly descending upon this world...

These secrets were too heavy, like invisible mountains pressing down on his shoulders.

He didn't want his companions in the Sea of ​​Spirit to worry, and especially didn't want his beloved Xue Di to know about these things.

But Xue Di is right.

Their fates were already intertwined; they were partners who shared life and death, inseparable, and weathered the long night together.

Even if they can't help much, at least they can listen to him and ease some of the burden on his heart.

Or perhaps everyone could brainstorm and offer some feasible suggestions for him.

Huo Yuhao slowly raised his hand and gently covered Xue Di's hand that was resting on his shoulder.

The cool touch of the back of his hand gradually calmed his chaotic thoughts.

He raised his head, his gaze sweeping over Elder Yi, the Ice Emperor, and Tianmeng in turn, before turning to look at the Snow Emperor behind him, his voice low and sincere:

"I'm sorry... I've been keeping you out of these things all along."

"From now on, I will no longer bear this alone."

"Those secrets buried deep in my heart... please let me tell you them one by one."

So, in the following days, Huo Yuhao told those secrets to his companions.

Huo Yuhao hesitated for a long time before deciding not to tell them about the matter concerning the "Great God Circle."

Firstly, that is a variable in the distant future. The God Realm is estimated to return in another 10,000 years, so it is too early to worry about it now.

Secondly, the matter involves far too many levels of people, and now he would rather bear that burden himself.

If we truly reach a dead end and are forced to confront Tang Shenwang and the gods behind him...

Huo Yuhao had already planned that he would take on everything alone and pave a way for his family and everyone in the Sea of ​​Spirit to make a safe retreat.

Even so, the secret Huo Yuhao revealed was enough to shake the minds of several beings within the Sea of ​​Spirit.

Tianmeng Bingcan was stunned, and Bingdi also suppressed his usual sharpness and remained silent.

Xue Di was heartbroken and hugged Huo Yuhao tightly. Her reprimand and dissatisfaction for him hiding his feelings had long since disappeared.

Even Electrolux, after a moment of contemplation, slowly sighed, "This situation is indeed no ordinary problem..."

"Tang San's crippled divine consciousness is not a concern for the time being, and the Golden Dragon King is also trapped by numerous seals..."

Tianmeng Ice Silkworm recovered from her shock, but her voice grew increasingly urgent, "But the ruler of our world's plane is actually Tang San's father, and possesses the strength of a second-level god? And there's also the Abyss Saint King from the Abyss Plane, a first-level god? This...this is just too—"

His words came to an abrupt halt, as a surge of emotion, a mixture of absurdity and anger, welled up within him.

The next second, Tianmeng Ice Silkworm almost jumped up, her voice trembling slightly with excitement:

"This God King Tang San, who's already courting death, has no shame at all?! This Douluo Continent should just be renamed Tang Family Continent!"

"Even the power over a region can be privately bestowed upon one's own father... Where is the justice of Heaven? Where are the laws of the divine realm?!"

"And this Abyss Plane, it was also his doing—and merely to elevate the energy level of the Douluo Plane??"

His indignant voice echoed in the sea of ​​the soul, carrying a chill that was hard to conceal.

The Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm couldn't even imagine it—

Over the past six thousand years, countless Soul Masters and ordinary soldiers who have followed one after another, vowing to defend the Douluo World to the death, have heroically sacrificed themselves in the bloody smoke of battle against such a powerful enemy as the Abyss Plane.

At that moment, Huo Yuhao's voice rang out, calm yet carrying a reassuring power:

"Brother Tianmeng, and everyone else, there's no need to worry too much."

"Even if the Abyss Saint King possesses the strength of a first-level god, if he were to forcibly descend upon this realm, he would inevitably be suppressed by the rules of the plane."

"Moreover, it is still unknown whether the current ruler of this plane is truly Tang San's father."

He paused briefly, then continued his analysis:

"Even if that's the case, the ruler of this plane is most likely asleep and gathering strength to prepare for the Abyss Saint King who may forcibly descend upon this world in the future."

"Unless I grow to the point where I can threaten his son... in his eyes, I am nothing more than an insignificant nobody."