"You brat, you..."
Rage and coldness intertwined within Dai Mubai's golden pupils. He was about to lash out with a reprimand—perhaps even intent on suppressing the boy directly to interrogate him at leisure.
However, before he could finish his sentence, a sudden mutation occurred.
Huo Yuhao's eyes, which had been slightly lowered in thought, abruptly snapped upward.
Within them, the youthfulness and coldness belonging to Huo Yuhao were gone. In their place was a deep, desolate gray light, as if he had witnessed the vicissitudes of ten thousand eons.
A vast fluctuation of Divine Sense, carrying a contradictory aura of death and sanctity, erupted violently from Huo Yuhao's body.
The sheer strength and fundamental level of this Divine Sense caused a tremor in the hearts of both Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing. It was by no means something a common Second-Class God could possess; it had even brushed against the threshold of a First-Class God.
Yet, this Divine Sense also appeared exceptionally "hollow" and "fragmented," like a tree without roots or water without a source. It possessed an extremely high status but lacked the matching, inexhaustible support of divine power and a complete soul origin.
"Divine Sense?!"
The faces of Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing changed drastically as they cried out in shock.
They were all too familiar with this fluctuation; it was the power of spiritual force sublimated, a trait unique to Gods. How could such a powerful Divine Sense be hidden within a youth of the lower realm?
"Alas..."
A long, ancient sigh that seemed to travel through endless time and space emerged from "Huo Yuhao's" mouth. The voice carried the characteristic gentleness and helplessness of Electrolux:
"You two, one should show mercy where possible. I apologize, but this old man's disciple cannot be allowed to be bullied and coerced by you in such a manner."
Before the words had even faded, "Huo Yuhao"—or rather, Electrolux, who currently dominated the body—moved.
He did not choose a head-on confrontation. Instead, he instantly pushed the power of his remaining Divine Sense, Huo Yuhao's own soul power, and the Core of the Herrscher of Sentience to their absolute limits.
His figure blurred, and the entire person transformed into a substanceless streak of gray light. It was no longer simple physical movement; it was mixed with profound spatial shifts and mental phantoms. His speed exceeded the limits of visual capture as he shot toward the outer wall of the garden, in the opposite direction of where Dai Luoli was meditating.
Simultaneously, his left hand rapidly traced a profound and complex gray rune in the air, his mouth chanting ancient and obscure incantations.
In an instant, with the spot where he had originally stood as the center, space distorted violently. Three planar gates, radiating a dense aura of death and decay, crashed open.
"Roar—!!!"
An earth-shattering dragon roar tore through the silence of the garden.
Three massive Undead Bone Dragons, composed entirely of grayish-white bone shimmering with a metallic luster, lunged out from the planar gates.
Ghostly green soul fires flickered within their eye sockets. Their bodies were shrouded in cold death frost and corrosive dark magic. The aura emitted by each was comparable to a Super Douluo among humans; indeed, due to their undead nature and massive size, they were even more difficult to deal with.
These three Bone Dragons had clearly been assigned a task by Electrolux. Upon appearing, they split into two paths without hesitation—two pounced toward the nearest Dai Mubai, while the other charged with a blood-scented wind directly at Zhu Zhuqing.
They opened their massive skeletal jaws, spitting out corrosive undead dragon breath and swinging bone wings and claws like scythes. They launched a fearless, suicidal assault with a clear intention: to stall for time.
"Bastard, trying to escape? Don't even think about it."
Dai Mubai snapped back from his moment of shock. Seeing "Huo Yuhao" fleeing as a gray light, he flew into a towering rage. His divine power as the God of War erupted, and he prepared to take to the skies in pursuit.
However, just as he moved, he was forced to a halt.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Dai Luoli, who was still enveloped in blood-light at a critical moment of deep meditation, and the two massive Bone Dragons closing in with their lethal breath.
If he pursued regardless of the cost, not only would the Bone Dragons' attacks potentially harm or even destroy Dai Luoli, but the backlash from interrupted meditation alone would be enough to shatter Dai Luoli's meridians and ruin his future.
"Dammit!"
Dai Mubai roared, forced to deal with the immediate crisis first.
Golden light exploded from his fists as he punched forward violently. Two condensed golden tiger claw phantoms, carrying a will that could tear through anything, slammed into the undead dragon breath and scattered it. The aftershock even shattered the bones of the leading dragon, sending it flying backward.
But the second Bone Dragon took the opportunity to close in, its massive skeletal tail sweeping through the air with the sound of breaking wind.
On the other side, Zhu Zhuqing's reaction was even faster.
The moment the Bone Dragon pounced, her figure seemed to melt into the wind, turning blurred and indistinct as she easily avoided the direct blast of the dragon breath.
Her cold eyes swept over the direction where Huo Yuhao had vanished, then glanced at Dai Mubai and the Dai Luoli who needed protection. She made her judgment in an instant.
"Mubai, clear these bones first."
With a sharp cry, Zhu Zhuqing's figure flickered like a ghost. Her speed was so great that she left several afterimages in her wake.
She did not use any large-scale divine skills. Instead, she pushed her speed to the extreme, coordinating with the shimmering, ghostly claw phantoms condensed in her hands to tear the Bone Dragon apart in a single instant.
For two Gods, dealing with three Super Douluo-level Undead Bone Dragons should have been an easy task.
However, the dragons summoned by Electrolux had clearly undergone special refinement. Their bones were exceptionally hard and contained stubborn undead magic, granting them impressive resistance to both physical and energy attacks. More importantly, they had no regard for their "lives," seeking only to buy time.
Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing had to solve them quickly while ensuring they didn't collateralize Dai Luoli or the estate, leaving them somewhat constrained.
Boom, boom, boom!
A brief but intense clash erupted in the garden as golden light, ghostly shadows, and grayish-white undead magic constantly collided and annihilated one another.
After only a few breaths, the three massive dragons finally collapsed completely amidst unwilling roars, turning into piles of shattered dry bones as their soul fires extinguished.
The planar gates slowly closed, leaving the garden in shambles and permeated with the scent of death.
But for a powerful man determined to flee and fully prepared, this brief delay was enough.
Almost the instant the Bone Dragons crumbled, Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing transformed into two streaks of divine light—one gold and one black—and soared into the sky. Their Divine Senses spread out like an invisible giant net, instantly covering a radius of hundreds of miles, firmly locking onto the distant but still clearly discernible aura belonging to Huo Yuhao, which carried unique undead and spiritual fluctuations.
"Hmph, petty tricks."
Standing in the air, Dai Mubai's golden eyes seemed to pierce through space as he looked in the direction of Huo Yuhao's flight and let out a cold snort.
"Thinking you can escape from our hands with these little methods? Naive."
His voice carried mockery and absolute confidence:
"Your aura has been completely locked by our Divine Senses. Unless you can escape this planet in an instant or have the ability to completely shield yourself from the tracking of two Second-Class Gods, you will never escape, no matter where you run."
Dai Mubai indeed had the capital to be confident.
He was currently descended in his full Second-Class God form, and the Godhead of the God of War granted him unparalleled combat power.
Although the sudden appearance of the Divine Sense on Huo Yuhao was of an extremely high level, it was clearly severely fragmented—like a candle in the wind, it could not last, let alone stand against a true Second-Class God in head-on combat.
Furthermore, there were two of them, and Zhu Zhuqing's speed was top-tier even in the Divine Realm.
"Zhuqing, after him. We cannot let him get away. Xiao Wu's whereabouts are very likely tied to him," Dai Mubai said to Zhu Zhuqing, his tone urgent.
Zhu Zhuqing nodded slightly without a word. With a flick of her figure, she transformed into a black thread that almost merged with space, pursuing Huo Yuhao at a speed that far exceeded Dai Mubai's limit.
Her speed was the greatest guarantee for the chase.
Dai Mubai did not dare to delay either. His body surged with golden light as he followed closely behind.
Two streaks of divine light cut through the sky with sharp killing intent, like divine eagles hunting prey, biting hard onto the flickering gray light ahead.
Just as Huo Yuhao fled for his life and the two Gods gave chase, an invisible emergency distress signal—based on a mental link and a special contract—was instantly transmitted through the hidden network of the "World Serpent" organization to several "Thrones" scattered across the continent.
Deep Sea, Demon Whale Territory.
A massive shadow cruised slowly through the ten-thousand-meter-deep abyss, surrounded by purple lightning that made all marine life tremble.
The Demon Empress—the overlord of the deep sea who had fused with the complete Core of the Herrscher of Thunder and broken free from the curse of the soul beasts—was immersed in her cultivation of controlling destructive lightning and tempering her divine body.
Suddenly, her massive frame shuddered slightly as a mental fluctuation carrying Huo Yuhao's emergency message appeared in her mind.
The message was brief but clear.
Encountered pursuit by Second-Class Gods of the Divine Realm: God of War Dai Mubai and Goddess of Speed Zhu Zhuqing. Location near the Star Luo Empire. Requesting support.
"Hmm?"
The Demon Empress's crimson eyes, each like a small lake, snapped open, and violent lightning exploded within them.
"A distress call? Gods... have actually descended to the lower realm? And they've targeted Huo Yuhao?"
After a brief moment of surprise, a mixture of excitement, ecstasy, and killing intent erupted in her heart.
"God of War Dai Mubai... Goddess of Speed Zhu Zhuqing... the most loyal dogs and companions of the Sea God Tang San."
The Demon Empress's voice was like ice, dripping with hatred.
"Good. This is wonderful. I was just worried about not finding an opportunity, and you delivered yourselves right to my door."
Her hatred for Tang San could not be washed away even by the waters of the five lakes and four seas.
Her husband, the Deep Sea Demon Whale King, had been hunted by Tang San, and she herself had been forced to remain in hiding for ten thousand years. If she hadn't obtained the Herrscher Core, she would still be that pathetic creature unable to break the curse, waiting for her heavenly tribulation.
Now, while she temporarily could not storm the Divine Realm to seek revenge on Tang San directly, if she could kill his right-hand men and close companions in this realm... even if it was just to maim them or leave an indelible scar, it would be enough to make Tang San feel a piercing pain, letting him taste the feeling of losing something precious.
"Consider it... collecting some interest first."
The Demon Empress let out a low, gratified roar.
Her massive body began to rapidly shrink and change, and the lightning around her turned inward, condensing.
In the blink of an eye, the sun-blotting Deep Sea Demon Whale vanished, replaced by a cold and arrogant woman in a magnificent deep purple gown, wearing a crown of lightning, her face alluring yet filled with the aura of destruction.
Fine purple electric arcs swirled around her, causing space to distort slightly.
Without the slightest hesitation, the purple-clad woman transformed into a terrifying bolt of purple lightning that split the deep sea, charging toward the surface at an incredible speed.
Everywhere she passed, the seawater parted automatically, forming a vacuum tunnel. Countless marine creatures trembled, prostrating themselves.
In her wake, only Lan Fozi remained—the Demon Whale Princess who had inherited her parents' bloodline and was now equally formidable. She watched her mother vanish, her beautiful face filled with worry and deep helplessness.
She could feel the hatred in her mother's heart, a fire so fierce it threatened to consume her.
She knew she could no longer stop her mother from stepping onto this path of destruction and danger.
She could only pray in silence, hoping her mother would not completely lose herself on this journey.
Meanwhile, in the Far North, upon the eternal permafrost and glaciers.
In the core region, within a secret place surrounded by ten-thousand-year profound ice where the heaven and earth origin energy was so dense it had crystallized into physical snowflakes.
Snow Empress, who had been sitting cross-legged and enveloped in brilliant ice-blue divine light, slowly opened her eyes.
Her eyes were no longer the translucent color of pure snow, but contained a deep divine light representing the birth and death of stars and the rotation of the four seasons.
At the moment her consciousness returned, within the Stigmata Space deep in her soul, a crystalline divine throne—condensed from the purest laws of ice and snow and radiating eternal cold and supreme majesty—finally transformed from a phantom of light and shadow into a solid reality.
Hum—!
An indescribable, gentle yet vast and boundless holy fluctuation centered on Snow Empress and spread out silently, instantly sweeping across the entire Far North.
At this moment, all living beings in the Far North, whether they were powerful hundred-thousand-year soul beasts or weak tundra snow rabbits, felt something in their hearts and involuntarily looked toward the core region.
They felt the permafrost beneath them become more solid, the ice elements in the air became more active and joyous than ever before, and the heaven and earth origin energy converged toward that direction as if summoned, raising the cultivation environment of the entire Far North by a whole level.
Snow Empress's Divine Sense naturally spread out like an invisible network of ice and snow, enveloping the world she ruled.
She clearly "saw" the fall of every snowflake, the trajectory of every cold wind, and the breath of every soul beast.
Her soul power, under the long period of secluded cultivation and the assistance of the Core of the Herrscher of Ice, had completely transformed into a more condensed ice divine power that was closer to the fundamental laws.
Her body had also undergone the tempering of divine fire, shedding its mortal coil and evolving into an immortal divine body. Her skin was as lustrous as jade yet harder than the toughest profound ice. Her entire being naturally emitted a cold, holy, and untouchable divine radiance. Her beauty was enough to make the heavens and earth lose their color.
Driven by the resources provided by Lu Jingming, the Core of the Herrscher of Ice, and the devout faith of the thousands of soul beasts in the Far North, she had finally broken the shackles of the curse placed by the Dragon God upon the bloodline of soul beasts. She had created her own Godhead, ascended to the Divine Realm, and become the true Goddess of Ice and Snow.
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