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

The room was very large, not particularly luxurious, and not overly decorated, but exceptionally clean. It contained only a large bed and some essential furniture.

Huo Yuhao lay on the bed, reflecting on the events of the day. Martial Soul… what exactly is my Martial Soul?

He reached out and grabbed at the air, but a sudden, scorching heat struck his palm, causing him to abruptly pull his hand back. A chill slowly emanated from his palm as he tried to resist the unexpected heat. A flicker of confusion crossed Huo Yuhao's eyes, and his brows furrowed tightly.

The pain lingered for a long time.

What the hell is this thing?

He held out his scalded left hand, which was clean and free of any burn marks. He was completely unaware that his eyes had turned from crimson gold to cold silver, and the silver scales on his neck were slowly regaining their original luster.

Suddenly, golden scales appeared on his neck and chest. The scales were intensely hot, exactly like the fiery touch he had just felt.

"what!"

He could clearly feel his bones expanding wildly, as if they were about to burst through his flesh at any moment. Crackling sounds rang out one after another, and excruciating pain swept over Huo Yuhao's entire body. His left arm, right arm, left leg, right leg, torso, right palm, brow, and head were all frantically emitting a seven-colored light.

Huo Yuhao let out a suppressed growl, and a third eye slowly appeared on his forehead. It slowly opened, radiating a holy light, absorbing all the scattered energy fluctuations around it to prevent his aura from leaking out.

It felt as if countless tiny needles were piercing his brain, the stinging pain spreading throughout his body. But he couldn't utter a sound; he could only grip his clothes and the bedsheets tightly with his white-knuckled hands.

His face was deathly pale, frighteningly white, like that of a corpse. His once icy blue eyes had completely transformed from gold and silver to a blood-red hue, and a savage obsession surged from the depths of his soul—to kill.

His body had swelled considerably, now half a head taller than before, and much more robust, his entire form almost completely covered in golden scales. A resounding dragon roar echoed softly from his throat.

Possession.

Indeed, it was the Golden Dragon King who was the first to awaken from his sea of ​​consciousness.

He originally planned to possess Huo Yuhao's body when Huo Yuhao burned his divine soul, but the unexpected incident completely disrupted his plans. When he awoke, he discovered that Huo Yuhao, his host, not only had amnesia but was also pitifully weak.

Even though the Golden Dragon King had just awakened and his soul was extremely unstable, he sensed the aura of the nearby Silver Dragon and instantly made up his mind to seize Huo Yuhao's body while the Silver Dragon was not by his side.

The reason is simple: if they don't act now, and the Silver Dragon King stays by his side, the difficulty of possession will increase exponentially; if the souls within Huo Yuhao's body gradually awaken and he fully recovers his strength, then possession will be impossible. Even if Huo Yuhao himself were willing, the Silver Dragon King would never agree.

That's why he was willing to take this risk.

But when the possession attempt triggered the leakage of Huo Yuhao's original seal, he instantly regretted it. He had been too impulsive after all—once divine power leaked out, the entire room would explode instantly, the shockwave leveling everything within several meters. Such a commotion would inevitably attract others, and the silver dragon would definitely notice. At that point, if his possession attempt failed, he would either be annihilated or fall into an endless deep coma.

Just when the Golden Dragon King thought all was lost, he never expected that Huo Yuhao would take the initiative to withdraw all the scattered aura.

Once he does this, his soul will only become more fragile, and the probability of him successfully possessing another body will only increase infinitely.

God of Emotions, oh God of Emotions, I was worried that Silver Dragon would discover me, but you actually took the initiative to help me conceal my aura. You're quite responsible. I don't know if you did it to protect those lowly humans, or if you remembered the deal you made with me. Although an unexpected event prevented Tang San from receiving the punishment he deserved and from fulfilling our promise, for the future of soul beasts and the revival of the dragon race, I had no choice but to resort to this measure.

Huo Yuhao felt as if he had fallen into a bottomless icy sea, the biting cold assaulting his nerves, the burning pain still spreading throughout his body. But he had only one thought in his mind: he couldn't let this power harm Na'er, or Aunt Su.

In the blink of an eye, Huo Yuhao's originally vast spiritual sea collapsed rapidly, turning into a blood-red sea, with violent negative emotions almost completely engulfing him.

"Ha! You think you're worthy to bully me?"

A clear, cold, and clean voice suddenly rang out.

In an instant, the turbulent sea of ​​spirit was frozen, and the surging malice and obsession were utterly shattered by the powerful emotional force. The Golden Dragon King's soul roared in despair within the sea of ​​spirit: "So close! So close! Why did this happen! Is my dragon race destined never to rise again?"

Before he could finish speaking, his soul was completely frozen and sank into the unfathomable depths of the icy sea.

"Before making a move, they didn't even bother to find out whose people they were working for."

Before he finished speaking, a slender white figure, carrying a chilling aura, materialized out of thin air in his sea of ​​consciousness.

She possessed the same icy blue eyes as Huo Yuhao, unfathomable in their depths. The next second, her eyes transformed into seven colors, radiating an intensely fluctuating emotional power. With a casual wave of her hand, her slender white fingertips emitted a faint glow, and wherever they passed, all remaining traces of malice vanished without a trace.

After cleaning up the mess, she puffed out her cheeks, instantly making her cold and beautiful face more adorable. With a gentle tap, Huo Yuhao's soul slowly floated up from the bottom of the Sea of ​​Spirit.

When Huo Yuhao's illusory image appeared before her, she tapped his phantom forehead again, and a stream of blue light slowly flowed in, causing Huo Yuhao's body to gradually solidify. She stuck out her tongue at Huo Yuhao and gently pinched his cheek before turning into specks of light and disappearing into his sea of ​​consciousness without a trace.

In the depths of Huo Yuhao's spiritual sea, a quietly floating egg has appeared.

Outside, in Aunt Su's room.

Aunt Su was combing Na'er's hair and asked her many questions. Na'er answered them all with a smile, but her unease grew stronger and stronger, mixed with a hint of dejection.

She had just finished showering and wanted Huo Yuhao to help her dry her hair and tell her stories from the past, but Aunt Su pulled her over right after she finished showering. Aunt Su meant well and, like a mother, gave Na'er a lot of advice, saying that girls should know how to protect themselves, and that being clingy to their brothers should be done in moderation, and they shouldn't always throw tantrums.

Na'er, like a good little girl, nodded obediently and listened.

But when Aunt Su asked Na'er what her martial soul was and how much innate soul power she had, Na'er did not answer truthfully. Instead, she said in a soft, childish voice, "Aunt Su, Na'er doesn't have a martial soul... The martial soul that my brother told you about is just a soul tool."

Aunt Su looked into Na'er's eyes and clearly saw a hint of panic hidden in her purple eyes. She knew that the child was lying to her, but she didn't expose her. She just gave Na'er a few more instructions and then let her go back.

Na'er finally managed to escape Aunt Su and ran excitedly towards Huo Yuhao's room. She pushed open the door and was about to rush in when she was shocked to see blood flowing from Huo Yuhao's seven orifices, and a faint trace of malice lingering around him.

That aura intensely stimulated her nerves—it was the power of the Golden Dragon King.

Na'er froze on the spot, tears welling up in her purple eyes. She rushed to Huo Yuhao's side, reaching out to check his breath, tears streaming down her face.

She knew all too well that she couldn't possibly be unaware of the Golden Dragon King's power. Unless Huo Yuhao himself withdrew all that power, she would have noticed it immediately.

"Brother, wake up..."

She discovered that Huo Yuhao's aura was extremely fragile, and his soul was on the verge of complete collapse at any moment. At that point, even if she recovered all her strength, it would be too late to save him.

"Na'er can't live without you. Sister Guyue is still waiting for you. You haven't seen her yet..."

Hot tears fell onto Huo Yuhao's cheeks. She was filled with despair and could only sob.

"I have nothing left, and even you are leaving. What's the point of me living? We might as well die together, then you'll be mine forever, brother."

Na'er clutched the scales on Huo Yuhao's neck, her eyes a chilling purple, and sobbed, "It's all my fault. Why didn't I completely repair this thing? Why did I hide you away and not let Sister Gu Yue find out... Na'er knows she was wrong, brother, please wake up..."