Douluo Continent, Reborn: Yuhao and the Silver Dragon Keep Their Appointment

As soon as he finished speaking, the Eye of Destiny on Huo Yuhao's forehead emitted a strong seven-colored light, illuminating the surrounding trees, and the seal of the Golden Dragon King seemed to have cracked slightly. The golden scale merged into Huo Yuhao's forehead, and his seven-colored eyes suddenly changed. His originally deep and gentle gaze transformed; his left eye became a savage golden vertical pupil, and his right eye became a calm silver vertical pupil. The silver scale clung tightly to his chest, radiating a powerful light.

Seven figures appeared behind Huo Yuhao: the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm representing love, the Ice Emperor representing anger, the Ice Snow Maiden representing sorrow, the Eight-Cornered Mystic Ice Grass representing joy, the Ice Bear King representing happiness, the Mermaid Princess representing evil, and the Evil Emperor representing fear. They radiated intense light, which was slowly sublimating. They respectfully addressed the Golden Dragon King, saying, "Thank you, Master, for your assistance in helping Yuhao break through to the God King realm."

Their faces were filled with unwavering joy; without a doubt, Huo Yuhao was progressing towards becoming a God-King. Huo Yuhao was now sitting cross-legged on the ground, the seven-colored light of the Eye of Destiny slowly merging with the light emanating from the two golden and silver scales. Behind him, the seven soul spirits poured their emotional power into Huo Yuhao's body, causing the surrounding aura to grow increasingly powerful, yet surprisingly, it did not spread outwards…

Behind Huo Yuhao, the phantom of the eighth divine ring slowly appeared, a faint silver light flowing within it. Then, the golden ninth divine ring slowly emerged, its faint gold color spreading outwards. His body became more resilient, and his spiritual power continued to increase…

After an unknown amount of time, he opened his eyes. His crimson-gold eyes, brimming with a fierce aura, radiated boundless savagery, while his silver-white eyes exuded a detached indifference, as if he controlled everything. The two divine rings behind him had solidified, making nine divine rings—yes, he had now become a God-King. His gaze was cold, colder than ever before.

The seven spirits behind him had returned to his sea of ​​consciousness, needing a period of rest due to the excessive consumption of energy during his breakthrough. Normally, his strength should have plummeted, but now that he was a God-King, his power had increased far beyond a single level. The silver divine ring inherited a new attribute—Silence, while the golden divine ring inherited the attribute of Pride.

During his ascension to God-King, he seemed to be reviewing his life from a God-like perspective. His first encounter with Wang Dong, and later with the Imperial Beast, led him to a startling discovery in his recollection: during his interaction with the beast, a fragment of Wang Dong's spiritual sea seemed to have flown into the Imperial Beast's spiritual sea.

Then came Electrolux's death at the Clear Sky Sect while protecting him, and the events at the Valley of Love and Destiny… He realized with horror that the one in control of everything was actually Tang San. It was he who made Wang Dong'er commit suicide, dying for him; later, the auspicious beast sacrificed itself, and Wang Dong'er awakened, transforming into Tang Wutong; finally, when he offered his soul core to Tang Wutong at the Clear Sky Sect, the figures of Tang San and his master, Rong Nianbing, appeared before him…

Cold sweat poured down his back. It was too much of a coincidence, so incredibly coincidental, as if his entire life had been preordained.

Why would Wang Dong dress as a man?

Why did we happen to be in the same dorm room as each other?

Why can two people with completely unrelated or even unconnected martial souls possess four perfectly compatible martial soul fusion skills?

Why did Tang Wutong wake up immediately after Wang Qiu'er's sacrifice? Was it really just a matter of autumn turning into winter?

Why does Tang Wutong possess some of Wang Qiu'er's memories and aura? Is it really as Tang San said, that Wang Qiu'er is merely a part of Tang Wutong's consciousness?

And he had just seen a fragment fly into the body of the Imperial Beast during the moment he and Wang Qiu'er merged...

He understood that Wang Qiu'er was just a pawn, a pawn used to exchange for the auspicious beast bloodline for Tang San's daughter.

Was the one I loved, or who loved me, truly an imperial mythical beast?

He dared not think any further. If the auspicious beasts were all arranged by Tang San, but the Emperor Auspicious Beast had clearly lived for fifteen thousand years, while Tang San had only been a god for ten thousand years at that time… then, was Teacher Electrolux also…? Why did it have to be at the Clear Sky Sect, on Tang San's territory…?

His golden and silver eyes slowly faded, returning to their original icy blue, but he kept his head down, remaining silent. The surrounding air was icy cold, and the nearby vegetation was covered with a thin layer of frost.

Seeing his expression, the Golden Dragon King sighed softly, "I guessed right, you're filled with anger?"

Huo Yuhao looked up at him and gave a stiff smile: "Perhaps, I am a tragedy..."

Suddenly, the silver scales on his neck trembled slightly. Huo Yuhao was slightly taken aback and looked at the Golden Dragon King, asking, "Senior, what exactly is this?"

The Golden Dragon King sighed: "If your memories were sealed by the Asura God, then you should have unlocked them by now. You are now at the God-King level, but your power is not stable enough, and you lack a supreme artifact, making you one of the lower-ranking God-Kings... However, I cannot tell you what this scale is. Perhaps all the mysteries will be solved when you one day learn its origin."

Huo Yuhao stared blankly at the scales: "What exactly are these...? I don't even know when they appeared. But..."

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and faint gold and silver hues appeared in his ice-blue eyes.

"If he truly controlled my entire life, even causing the deaths of my teacher and lover, then he must be executed for them!"

He turned to the Golden Dragon King, his tone becoming respectful: "Thank you, senior, for helping me break through to the God King realm and for allowing me to see my true situation—a meticulously crafted masterpiece. However, I would like to ask, did the Golden Dragon Spear originate from you? Why can it be used by Wu Tong, Tang San's daughter? Did she inherit Qiu'er's bloodline and not possess it innately? Did Tang San covet her bloodline and the power of destiny?"

The Golden Dragon King sighed softly, "You're probably right. You know that Tang San is just an ordinary human, and although his wife is a soul beast, she has no relation to the dragon race. Otherwise, how could his daughter possess a portion of the Dragon God's bloodline? As for the Golden Dragon Spear, he took it from me decades ago."

"Tang San! You hypocrite!"

Huo Yuhao roared, his eyes blazing with fury. The red divine halo behind him erupted with blinding light, instantly bringing the surrounding atmosphere to an extremely oppressive level. As a result, the seal on the Golden Dragon King loosened slightly once more.

Upon seeing this, the Golden Dragon King was suddenly overjoyed. The seal was almost completely loosened, and he could sense that the God Realm would soon face a crisis. "Asura, it seems it's time to settle our score..."

Even the seven great spirits, who should have been asleep, were forcibly awakened. Their faces were pale, but the anger in their eyes was hard to conceal.

His life was not one of scheming, but rather a work of art sculpted at will.