Douluo Continent: The Sun-Shooting Divine Bow, the God of Judgment

The mountain breeze from the outer edge of the Starry Sky Forest seeped in through the gaps in the trees, ruffling Yun Yi's black hair by his ears.

Upon realizing that the disturbance in his spiritual sea had finally subsided, and that Elder Yi had been saved by the Goddess of Light who bestowed divine power upon him to nourish his remnant soul, Yun Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

He had not expected that the Vulcan Mark would be so radical.

If it weren't for the Goddess of Light's meticulous planning and timely deployment of a golden barrier to save the day, the old man I had just intercepted using the Aurora Source would probably have been burned to nothingness by that crimson fire dragon on the spot.

Yun Yi has always held Electrox, this powerful being from another world, in the highest esteem.

In his previous life, when he read the original work, this wise and experienced old man, who was both a teacher and a father, would save the protagonist from danger almost every time he appeared. He was a good mentor.

Tragically, this exceptionally talented demigod could not escape the machinations of fate. In the end, to stabilize the Snow Emperor's soul core, he burned his last drop of divine consciousness, resulting in a tragic end where his soul was scattered.

And what about Huo Yuhao, who kept calling out "Elder Yi" and received countless favors from him?

Or rather, the god of emotions who was completely tamed and renamed Dai Yuhao.

After ascending to the realm of gods, wielding divine power, and possessing endless lifespan, did he ever think of searching for his mentor's scattered remnant soul in the vast universe?

When did he ever use any divine power to revive Elex?

That stubborn young man who once swore revenge for his mother in the Duke's mansion, with a resolute and unyielding gaze, had his spine completely broken and lost his original fighting spirit under the heinous suppression and brainwashing of the Sea God Tang San, and in the gentle embrace of Tang Wutong, that forcibly cobbled-together, freakish wife.

However, since the threads of fate in this life have already shifted, and Electrolux has entered his own spiritual sea, there is absolutely no possibility that such a tragedy will repeat itself.

Realizing that Electrolux was fully immersed in the transformation and recuperation of the power of the God of Light, Yun Yi abandoned the idea of ​​communicating with him immediately.

Let Elder Yi, this remnant soul who has endured so much suffering, first adapt to this entirely new world. Once his realm is completely stable, there will naturally be plenty of time in the future for heart-to-heart talks.

"Shhh—"

The sound of hurried footsteps approached.

Beibei and Tang Ya, one after the other, pushed aside the dense thicket of thorny brambles and rushed into the clearing with wary expressions.

Both of them were deathly pale, their foreheads were covered in cold sweat the size of soybeans, and their breathing was rapid, like bellows, clearly not yet fully recovered from the soul-shaking shock they had just experienced.

The sleeve on Beibei's right arm ripped apart, and blue-purple lightning arcs leaped wildly across the surface of the dark blue dragon scales, crackling and popping.

He held it horizontally in front of his chest, adopting a standard defensive stance, his sharp eyes rapidly scanning the entire area.

Yun Yi stood with his hands behind his back, his moon-white outfit with gold patterns spotless, his expression calm.

A few steps ahead of him, in the muddy ground covered with decaying leaves, lay the gruesome corpse of a beast with a gaping hole in its forehead, and the skinny boy who had recently treated them to grilled fish by the stream.

The air was filled with the stench of blood and lingering fluctuations of soul power.

"What happened here?" Beibei removed the lightning from her right arm and quickly stepped forward to ask.

Yun Yi raised his chin slightly, pointed to Huo Yuhao lying on the ground with his eyes closed, and said succinctly, "I just found this place and saw him lying here."

After saying that, Yun Yi didn't mention anything else.

Beibei narrowed her deep blue eyes slightly, but did not doubt her great-uncle's answer.

He strode up to the beast carcass and looked at it.

"The Wind Baboon, judging from its body shape, skeleton and the luster of its fur, has only just reached ten years of cultivation."

Then, with steady steps, he slowly walked around the unconscious Huo Yuhao in a complete circle.

His right hand unconsciously gripped his chin, and a wise light gleamed in his eyes, giving him the confident air of someone who had figured out the mystery.

"That terrifying fluctuation of spiritual energy was most likely the aftershock of a fierce battle between two peerless ferocious beasts deep within the Star Dou Great Forest, and has nothing to do with the situation here." Bei Bei's gaze was profound as she made what she considered a flawless deduction.

"As for this young man, he must have entered the forest alone and recklessly, and unfortunately ran into this ferocious wind baboon. The two then engaged in a close-quarters battle."

The young man, exerting all his strength, narrowly pierced the baboon's skull with his sharp blade, killing it in retaliation. He was currently in the crucial stage of absorbing the ten-year Wind Baboon's spirit ring and breaking through to become a first-ring Spirit Master!

This reasoning is airtight and logically complete.

As luck would have it, just as Bei Bei finished speaking, Huo Yuhao, who was lying in the mud, twitched his eyelids violently twice, took a deep breath, and sat up straight.

The communication with the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm's consciousness has ended.

At this moment, Huo Yuhao's eyes were filled with the terror and disorientation of surviving a disaster, and his chest heaved violently.

As he awoke, a soul ring emitting a faint white light slowly rose from the soles of his muddy shoes, encircling his thin body and pulsating up and down according to a mysterious pattern.

Looking at the solid, white evidence, Beibei raised her chin slightly, straightened her chest, and curled her lips into a proud smile.

He turned to look at Tang Ya beside him, his eyes filled with "See? I'm a master strategist, my predictions are spot on."

Tang Ya rolled her eyes, speechless at Bei Bei's smug and boastful manner.

Without saying a word, she stretched out her fair right hand and precisely pinched the softest part of Beibei's waist. Then, she suddenly exerted force with her wrist and twisted it a full circle.

"Hiss—!" Beibei gasped in pain, her face contorting into a mask of agony, her pride as a famous detective crumbling and shattering on the spot.

After scolding Bei Bei, Tang Ya immediately put on a gentle and concerned smile and quickly ran to Huo Yuhao and squatted down in front of him.

"Young man, you're finally awake? Are you hurt?" Tang Ya reached out and brushed the dry leaves off Huo Yuhao's shoulder, her gaze sweeping over him.

"This Star Dou Great Forest is treacherous and unpredictable. How dare you run into the outer area alone without even a guard? If you hadn't met us just now, your little body would probably have been eaten to pieces by some passing soul beasts! Since we ate your delicious grilled fish, we certainly can't just stand by and watch you die."

Huo Yuhao had just opened his eyes when his mind was still a jumbled mess.

The information about the million-year-old intelligent soul ring, which far exceeded his level of understanding, left him feeling bewildered.

Hearing Tang Ya's concerned inquiry and recalling Bei Bei's resounding reasoning before he woke up, Huo Yuhao felt as if he had grabbed a lifeline while drowning.

The words of Tianmeng Ice Silkworm still echoed in my ears: I harbor a shocking secret that I must never reveal to anyone.

He quickly seized the opportunity and firmly grasped the steps that Beibei had laid out.

"I...I was really unlucky to run into this wind baboon." Huo Yuhao lowered his head, deliberately feigning lingering fear, his voice trembling slightly.

"It suddenly jumped out of the tree and attacked me. I fought back desperately, and in the chaos, I managed to stab it in a vital spot with my dagger, which is how I survived. It just so happened that it produced a spirit ring, so I mustered up my courage and absorbed it directly."

Tang Ya reached out and ruffled Huo Yuhao's messy black short hair, whispered a few words of comfort, and then got straight to the point.

"Young man, where are your parents? How could they let a quasi-Soul Master like you, who hasn't even acquired a Soul Ring, venture into such a dangerous place alone?"

Huo Yuhao's eyes dimmed instantly, his eye sockets reddened slightly, and he clenched his hands tightly at the faded hem of his clothes, his knuckles bulging.

"I...I'm all alone now. My mother passed away not long ago, and I have no other relatives left in this world."

Upon hearing this, Tang Ya's eyes immediately flashed with strong sympathy, even mixed with a sense of shared misfortune.

She herself was also alone, bearing the blood feud and the heavy responsibility of reviving the entire sect.

"Then what is your martial soul?" Tang Ya continued to ask, her tone becoming increasingly gentle.

"The Spirit Eye Martial Soul," Huo Yuhao answered truthfully, as there was no need to hide it.

Since Huo Yuhao was all alone and possessed the Spirit Eye, a spirit with good potential, Tang Ya suddenly had an idea.

Then Tang Ya bent down, gripped Huo Yuhao's thin shoulders tightly with both hands, her expression solemn, her tone resolute:

"Since you have no one to rely on, why not join our Tang Sect! I am the current sect leader. As long as you agree, the sect will be your safe haven. I, as the sect leader, will personally protect you, teach you martial arts, and ensure that no one bullies you!"

Huo Yuhao was stunned by this sudden and enthusiastic invitation.

But then I remembered the legends I had heard about the Tang Clan.

Huo Yuhao then nodded emphatically, his voice crisp and decisive, without the slightest hesitation: "Alright! I'm willing to join the Tang Sect!"

Throughout the entire process, Yun Yi stood with his arms crossed, leaning lazily against the thick tree trunk.

He watched this historical scene repeat itself quietly, his expression calm and composed.

The Tang Sect, the heavy shackles that bound Huo Yuhao for his entire life, the blood-sucking quagmire that drained his life's blood, finally put a noose around his neck at this moment.

Yun Yi neither spoke out to stop him nor interfered.

Huo Yuhao chose this path himself.

As long as this young man can still grit his teeth and never go back on his word when facing the scheming of his entire family and the endless humiliation and subjugation of the divine realm, then let him go and suffer a bloody defeat.