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

As the memories flashed by, Gu Yuena felt the flow of time suddenly slow down, and all the sounds around her quickly faded away.

Only Huo Yuhao's punch remained, constantly magnifying and drawing closer in her mind.

By the time she realized what was happening, it was too late to react.

The punches seemed simple and direct, but Gu Yuena couldn't muster any thought of dodging; all she felt was a suffocating sense of being gripped by fate.

There is no way to avoid it, and no way to stop it.

"not good!"

A purple light flashed in Gu Yuena's eyes as she forcibly broke free from the suffocating oppression and regained control of her body.

The next moment, with a flash of silver light, her figure instantly appeared five meters away—

At the critical moment, she barely avoided Huo Yuhao's seemingly ordinary punch.

"She even controls spatial power?!"

The ordinary students in the surrounding class did not notice the terrifying will contained in Huo Yuhao's fist.

They only saw Gu Yuena, like a god who controlled the elements, once again "effortlessly" evade the attack using this mysterious and unpredictable spatial technique, leaving them only in shock.

"That was...?"

Gu Yuena held her forehead with one hand, her steps slightly unsteady.

Even though Huo Yuhao's fist wind did not directly touch her body, the spiritual intent attached to it was already impacting her consciousness like an invisible tide.

In that instant, she seemed to confront the vast and weighty passage of time, spanning over a hundred thousand years, since she, as the Silver Dragon King, was born from the body of the Dragon God.

It was during this moment of intense mental shock that she almost exhausted all her strength to barely and accurately manipulate spatial elements to complete that teleportation.

That's enough!

Seeing that the fight between the two had already exceeded the scope of a first-year Soul Master, Wu Changkong immediately called for a stop.

"Let's call it a draw for now. This isn't a place where you can unleash your full power, so go down there. Everyone else, get ready!"

Upon hearing the sound, Huo Yuhao had already quietly withdrawn his fist, and at the same time, with a thought, his second soul skill, "Ice Soul Mirror," was deactivated.

On the other side, the mirror image that was exactly the same as him in appearance and aura turned into specks of pale blue light amidst the low gasps of the crowd, drifting away with the wind and eventually returning to his body.

"Miss Gu, you flatter me."

Huo Yuhao turned to Gu Yuena, who had just recovered from her shock, and smiled slightly.

Gu Yuena took a deep breath, her face regained its composure, and she nodded slightly to him.

The two left the arena and walked together toward the crowd of spectators.

During the journey, Gu Yuena finally couldn't suppress her surging curiosity. After a slight hesitation, she quietly sent a wisp of mental communication to Huo Yuhao:

"Lord Spirit Ice Douluo, that move just now... was it your own creation?"

"Not bad." Huo Yuhao's mental response came steadily. "In the understanding of human soul masters, this kind of ability is often called 'self-created unique skill'... although I personally don't really like this term."

The so-called self-created unique skills are the unique creations of a Soul Master who fuses their physical strength, spiritual will, blood and qi perception, and even will and emotion into one.

For example, Huo Yuhao's "Ruling the World" inherited from Dragon God Douluo Mu En in the original work, or Ji Juechen's "Sword Intent" that he comprehended throughout his life, both belong to this category.

"A self-created...unique skill."

Gu Yuena softly repeated this somewhat unfamiliar term to herself on a spiritual level: "The creativity displayed by human soul masters in order to make up for the limitations of their innate physique is truly astonishing."

Does this style of yours have a name?

Huo Yuhao's gaze shifted slightly, and after a moment, his reply resounded clearly in Gu Yuena's mind:

I call it—'The Scar of Time'.

"The Scars of Time and Space..."

Back in the crowd, Gu Yuena was still savoring the spiritual will contained in Huo Yuhao's punch, repeatedly chewing on that name in her heart.

—Can time and space leave only traces?

But when Huo Yuhao's punch came flying towards her, Gu Yuena clearly felt more than just a "trace".

In that instant, countless images from the past surged and churned in her consciousness, making this Silver Dragon King, who had lived through countless years, truly feel the heavy weight of time itself.

What made her even more uneasy was the oppressive sense of fate that gripped her like a knife to the throat.

In that instant, she felt no thought of resistance whatsoever, as if if she relaxed even slightly, she would be completely swept away by the torrent of time.

She couldn't help but wonder how much time this reincarnated god named Huo Yuhao had traversed to fuse such a vast understanding of the past into that simple strike.

Furthermore, this style is called "Traces of Time and Space," not "Traces of Time."

Therefore, what Huo Yuhao just used was merely the time-based spiritual power contained within this single move...

"Yuhao, you're awesome!"

As soon as Huo Yuhao returned to his family, Meng Hongchen came up to him, her tone cheerful.

Although Ye Guyi didn't say much, she smiled and gently squeezed his hand.

Xiao Hongchen patted Huo Yuhao on the shoulder, and said with a touch of emotion:

"That girl over there is indeed extraordinary. Mastering the five basic elements is already rare, but she can even control spatial power..."

However, if it weren't for that almost cheating teleportation technique, she would have had no chance of winning if she had actually taken a direct hit from your "self-created ultimate technique."

However, if she didn't have that cheat-like teleportation ability, and her attack from your self-created technique, Yuhao, landed squarely... she would definitely lose.

"By the way, Yuhao," Meng Hongchen's eyes lit up, then she asked curiously, "when did you acquire a new soul skill that can create clones? What was that mirror image that looked exactly like you just now?"

"Oh, that's..."

While chatting with his family about the competition, Huo Yuhao's mind once again conjured up the "Traces of Time and Space," which had been conceived and refined over a long period of time since ten thousand years ago.

This style did not originate from how long he had lived.

In fact, even considering his past and present lives, his life span is far shorter than that of Gu Yuena.

Its true weight comes from a more fundamental "distance"—the absolute sense of separation etched into the depths of his soul after traversing worlds and time.

In his previous life, he was born on Earth.

There, he learned about the relativistic view of space and time, and understood that time and space are not absolutely independent entities, but rather a relatively integrated and intertwined continuous entity, whose structure can be bent by mass and energy.

It was this scientifically based understanding that resonated with the sense of spatial and temporal distance that I personally experienced after traveling through time—a distance that felt like no matter how far away I was from my hometown, after being separated from it by countless worlds.

Huo Yuhao fused these two insights—the rational framework and the emotional experience—into a unique skill that combined spiritual will and physical power, ultimately creating the "Traces of Time and Space".

Ten thousand years ago, as his cultivation became more and more profound, his insight into the changes in space and time around him became more and more thorough, and the understanding of space and time integrated into his moves also settled and sublimated.

Even now, after ten thousand years of hibernation, Huo Yuhao's spiritual realm of "Trace of Time and Space" continues to evolve, gradually moving towards a deeper and more powerful level, with no upper limit in sight.