Douluo Continent: The Cataclysm of the Dead - Huo Yuhao

Even with their figures deliberately concealed and their movements hidden from these people, it still took them nearly half a month to finally leave the Sun Moon Empire and arrive in the territory of the Heavenly Soul Empire.

They continued traveling within the territory of the Heavenly Soul Empire until they arrived at a place that was quite attractive to tourists, or rather, to a large number of Soul Masters.

It is also one of the border territories belonging to the current Heavenly Soul Empire.

Four Gods Pass.

Previously, this place had another name, which was Jialing Pass.

However, because it was a battle between two gods, that war directly determined the future of the continent and even the fate of the two great empires.

With the simultaneous emergence of the four divine powers, the former Heavenly Dou Empire directly renamed the so-called Jialing Pass as the Four Gods Pass.

Upon arriving at the Four Gods Pass, Huo Yuhao noticed that some of the tourists, or rather, ordinary Soul Masters, seemed to be reminiscing about the incident of the two gods fighting each other. Ye Guyi's mood, too, had completely somber since arriving.

Just as Huo Yuhao was about to say something to persuade her, Ye Guyi simply shook her head quietly and soon led Huo Yuhao to a remote mountain range outside Shuangshen Pass.

While inside this mountain range, Huo Yuhao was filled with curiosity.

After a series of twists and turns, Ye Guyi finally took out a specially made token.

It was gently placed on a cliff face, and the cliff face in front of it gradually trembled and shook.

It quickly turned into a tunnel that could only accommodate one person at a time. Ye Guyi and Huo Yuhao walked through it one after the other.

The kind of manor that Huo Yuhao had imagined, or rather, some other form of manor, did not appear.

The moment Huo Yuhao saw the sunlight as he followed the tunnel, what appeared before him was a landscape of ruins. It seemed enormous, but none of the buildings were in good condition.

"Where is Ye Guyi?" After taking a deep breath, some long-buried memories surfaced, and she asked in a slightly bitter tone.

"This is our Ye family. Originally, I didn't need to bear these burdens, until that time when those evil soul masters completely targeted us, even finding this place. I became the last survivor..."

Chapter 197 A Summoning from Ten Thousand Years Ago

“I understand that we are burdened by those so-called shackles, and we have to accept defeat. But over the years, we have been low-key enough that we have not even appeared in front of them.”

"We are simply continuing to fulfill the last responsibility of the angel race, but the evil spirit masters are so vast that our strength is no longer on the same level as theirs."

"As the last true bloodline to inherit the legacy, we also tried to ask for help after being targeted by that group of evil soul masters."

"But those imperial officials just stood by and watched. Perhaps in their eyes, evil spirit masters are even better than us."

As she finished speaking, Ye Guyi unconsciously clenched her fists, those bloody memories and the scenes of being refused help flooding her mind.

At this moment, she wanted to question, or rather, her hatred for the original three kingdoms of the continent almost overshadowed that of the evil spirit master.

Huo Yuhao remained silent for a long time at this moment.

Admittedly, once bitten, twice shy. But even though the Spirit Hall has been destroyed, the Ye family, who have inherited the last of their bloodlines, still cannot shake off that prejudice.

Even though the other party had truly fulfilled their duty with their own life, it still extinguished the evil spirit master's sense of responsibility.

To be fair, in the eyes of those truly high-ranking officials, even the slightest possibility is far greater than the vague possibility of repeating the destruction of a nation.

Would they rather accept the harm caused by evil spirit masters?

Isn't this ironic?

"Sometimes, birth determines far too much."

Huo Yuhao remained silent for a long time before finally speaking. After all, for him, if he had any background, or even if his mother could openly become a concubine...

Then, his life, and even his mother's life before she died, wouldn't have been tormented to death because of this.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, Ye Guyi also noticed the sadness in Huo Yuhao's eyes.

She was somewhat curious, or rather, a little confused.

Logically speaking, in a world like Douluo Continent where talent is paramount, why does the other party seem to be under more pressure than I am?

Upon closer examination, Huo Yuhao's martial soul was initially almost identical to that of an evil soul master.

If I don't acquire a spirit ring, I might really be hunted down as an evil spirit master.

At this moment, she pursed her lips and suddenly felt that Huo Yuhao in front of her was also destined to have experienced a bloody period.

As Ye Guyi's memories surfaced upon seeing the ruins before her, she remained stunned for a long time before turning to look at Huo Yuhao.

"Let's go."

After saying that, Ye Guyi turned and headed in another direction, and Huo Yuhao silently followed.

Until we reached a certain corner of the mountaintop.

There are countless tombstones here, and almost all of them are inscribed with the surname Ye.

After Ye Guyi arrived at a tombstone, she immediately knelt down, kowtowing and seemingly muttering something. Huo Yuhao could roughly guess at that moment that this must be the grave of her parents.

Or rather, this cemetery belongs to the Ye family.

After Ye Guyi finished her prayers, he continued walking inside. Huo Yuhao, driven by curiosity, followed her as well.

But he didn't say a word, because the other person's feelings at that moment couldn't be relieved with just a few words.

Upon arriving at a particular golden tombstone, Huo Yuhao immediately noticed its striking appearance and saw three large characters engraved on it.

A thousand feet of snow.

The last trace of doubt in his heart vanished at this moment. Huo Yuhao was finally able to confirm that the Ye family at this moment was the direct lineage of angels passed down from Qian Renxue after she married a man.

However, above this golden tombstone, there is a black tombstone, which looks like obsidian.

It looks somewhat inconspicuous, but the three characters "Bibi Dong" are prominently displayed on it.

After a brief silence, Ye Guyi spoke in a slightly hoarse voice.

"This is the burial ground of two generations of our Ye family ancestors."

As she spoke, Ye Guyi was secretly observing, or rather sensing, Huo Yuhao's reaction.

If the other party really could be the reincarnation of Qian Renxue, then there should be some kind of feeling in front of the tombstone, or after arriving at this place, or it might awaken some of her memories.

However, to Ye Guyi's disappointment, although Huo Yuhao's expression was filled with awe, it did not change much, which dispelled the possibility that the other party might be the reincarnation of Qian Renxue.

Meanwhile, Huo Yuhao's face was filled with awe, but Tianmeng in his spiritual sea couldn't help but shout.

"Yuhao, this place is no ordinary place. It's the site where the two gods fell, and I'm feeling a faint but real pressure. Shall we leave?"

Upon hearing this, Huo Yuhao paused for a moment, then narrowed his eyes slightly.

Logically speaking, since both of these deities are dead and their divine positions have been shattered, why can Tianmeng still feel that faint pressure?

At this juncture, Huo Yuhao couldn't help but look towards a certain spot in Jialing Pass, where he seemed to see a purplish-black light distorted by space.

Furthermore, he could also sense a kind of sacred power emanating from the place where he was.

Just as he was still confused, a voice suddenly rang out.

"Heh, I didn't expect that after so many years, you would still have... no, you have the aura of divine consciousness within you, but you have not become a god."

Upon hearing that slightly weathered voice, Huo Yuhao couldn't help but tense up.

Even as he was preparing to flee at any cost, another slightly tired yet playful voice slowly rang out.

"This kid seems to carry the scent of someone we know..."

"..."

This brief silence made Huo Yuhao's gaze involuntarily turn to Ye Guyi, only to find that Ye Guyi seemed to have vanished, and the space around him was gradually distorting and changing.

"Don't get excited, just close your eyes for now."

As the last sentence faded, Huo Yuhao felt as if the world around him was spinning, and his consciousness was stripped away at that moment. However, remembering that he still had Elder Yi by his side, he managed to maintain his sanity.

When Huo Yuhao opened his eyes again, he found himself in a completely unfamiliar world.

He instinctively tried to steady himself, but found himself suspended in mid-air, lifted by an inexplicable force. The place he was in was a mixture of purplish-black and brilliant gold.

There was no land, no mountains, and apart from these two most striking colors, there were two outlines that resembled weapons.

Immediately afterward, as the weapon's outline shifted, two illusory figures gradually emerged.

Chapter 198 Divine Artifacts Possessed by Souls, Rakshasa and Angels.

Huo Yuhao was stunned when he saw them, because the two weapons were not unfamiliar at all.

One was a fragment of the angel's holy sword, its gilded holy light as faint as a candle, floating gently in the void.

One is the broken blade of the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, its dark purple demonic energy condensed and lingering, standing in stark contrast to the holy light.

These two entities are none other than the legendary artifacts of the Angel God and the Rakshasa God.

But aren't the angel goddess Qian Renxue and even the Rakshasa goddess Bibi Dong already dead?

Amidst the shifting shadows, one could see only the last remaining trace of Rakshasa demonic power and the power of that angelic deity.

Suddenly, the holy light and demonic energy trembled, and golden and purple auras slowly intertwined, weaving a hazy mist between the two divine artifacts.

Within the mist, two nearly transparent phantoms were slowly coalescing into shape.

First, there was Bibi Dong's tall and aloof figure, her purple-black robes swaying gently in the wind, her eyebrows and eyes blurred, yet she still carried a sense of quiet majesty, her divine consciousness so weak that it seemed as if it might shatter at any moment.

Immediately afterwards, Qian Renxue's figure slowly emerged in the golden light. She was dressed in white, her golden hair was dull, and she was just a half-illusory, half-real soul shadow. Even her fingertips were ethereal.

This caused Huo Yuhao to gasp involuntarily. These two divine senses, or rather, these two deities, were still alive?!

Then, when Huo Yuhao subconsciously looked around, he discovered that Ye Guyi was also there.

At this moment, Ye Guyi seemed to be asleep. When he woke up, his eyes were filled with confusion. First, he was puzzled by the world he was in. Then, when he saw the world he was in, and even the phantoms of the two gods, he couldn't help but subconsciously pinch his face, thinking it was an illusion.

He couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"My two ancestors, have I already died and come to see you? How did I die?"

Indeed, in Qian Renxue's view, being able to meet two legendary ancestors was a scene that could only be encountered after death.

Then, when his gaze involuntarily drifted to Huo Yuhao beside him, his eyes were filled with confusion. Meanwhile, Qian Renxue's illusory figure merely chuckled softly, her voice slightly hoarse as she spoke.

"Child, you are not dead, you are still alive."

Upon hearing that voice, Ye Guyi's eyes were filled with disbelief. After a long moment of stunned silence, she instinctively knelt on one knee and said with utmost respect and excitement, "Junior Ye Guyi greets the Angel God Ancestor."

Upon hearing that voice, Qian Renxue, who was standing to the side, had a look of confusion and complexity in her eyes, and her tone was tinged with self-mockery.