Chapter 9: The Restored Angel God Seed
"I want to become a dragon, Father," Yu Xiaogang declared without hesitation.
He would never lower himself to the life of an ordinary man. In this lifetime, he was determined to join the ranks of noble soul masters—and not only that, he would evolve his martial soul into the Golden Holy Dragon and make those who looked down on him pay the price.
"Very well." Yu Yuanzhen took out a Sect Master's token and handed it to Yu Xiaogang. "Use this to claim your cultivation resources. For the next three years, focus solely on tempering your body and expanding your meridians. After three years, come to me again."
Yu Xiaogang nodded and took the token.
Yu Yuanzhen warned, "These three years are only for physical training. Your soul power won't increase much during this period, so don't let that discourage you. After three years, I will handle your advancement myself."
"Yes, Father."
Receiving his father's support reignited Yu Xiaogang's fighting spirit.
The next day, he went to the Resource Pavilion of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect to collect his monthly training supplies. Disciples of the sect were categorized into core disciples, direct lineage disciples, collateral lineage disciples, outer disciples, and branch disciples. Each rank received a different amount of resources.
When it was finally his turn, Yu Xiaogang placed the Sect Master's token on the table before the elder overseeing distribution. "One set of core disciple resources," he said, "and a month's worth of body-tempering materials."
The hall erupted instantly.
"What? Even Yu Xiaogang can claim core disciple resources?"
"His innate soul power is only 0.5! Giving him core-level resources is a waste! What is the sect thinking?"
"I'm at level five innate power, and I only got direct-lineage resources! How is he any better?"
"He's not—but he has the Sect Master for a father, and that's enough," another disciple sneered.
Yu Xiaogang lowered his head, his expression hidden, fists clenched tight at his sides.
Even the elder in charge looked dissatisfied. Giving resources to such a hopeless case was indeed wasteful. But that token represented the Sect Master's authority, and so he swallowed his frustration and ordered the materials prepared.
Yu Xiaogang quietly gathered his items and departed amid the low chuckles and mocking whispers of the crowd.
From among them, hidden in the back, Yu Xiaomen watched silently as his half-brother walked away.
"Young Master Xiaomen, should I have someone intercept those resources?" a flattering disciple asked.
"Don't," replied Yu Xiaomen calmly. "The Sect Master gave him that token for a reason. We won't interfere."
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Over the months that followed, Yu Xiaogang endured the sect's scorn and ridicule while continuing his cultivation. Every month he retrieved a new batch of resources, devouring elixirs daily, soaking in medicinal baths each night. Though his talent was pitiful, his lifestyle grew so luxurious that even stronger disciples eyed him with jealousy.
A year passed in the mortal world—little more than a fleeting moment within the flow of divine time.
One day in the Divine Realm, a high priest entered the Eternal Temple and bowed deeply. "My lord God King, the divine seed in the Sacred Forging Hall has been fully restored."
Huo Yuhao deactivated the Eye of Eternity and followed him into the Sacred Forging Hall.
The grand hall was vast and gleaming, its sole centerpiece a circling array of eight crystalline towers. Streams of celestial energy from the Eternal Temple converged upon a glowing seed at the center.
Huo Yuhao studied the seed. The last time he had seen it, a faint crack marred its surface—now it was flawless, seamlessly whole.
The seed emanated a sacred, luminous aura, yet beneath that divinity lingered a strange taint—a creeping darkness born from endless ages of erosion.
Its origin traced back to his time drifting through the chaotic currents of space-time.
As the God King of Emotion, Huo Yuhao's sensitivity to emotional energy was extraordinary. In the void, he had sensed a surge of profound emotion—grief and remorse.
Following that energy, he discovered the source: a damaged divine seed floating adrift in the currents of time, harboring the soul of a long-deceased spirit that refused to enter reincarnation.
He had collected the broken seed, recognizing it immediately— the Angel God's divine seed.
After reaching godhood, Huo Yuhao had brought the seed to the Divine Realm, slowly repairing it with celestial energy over the years.
The soul bound within the seed belonged to Qian Renxue, the fallen Angel God herself.
This was a primary divine seed—powerful enough to nurture a formidable god-tier being. But possession of it did not mean one could instantly assume the Angel God's mantle. The position was already taken by Qian Hanyu, the new Angel God of this era.
The seed could bestow divine power equal to that of a god, but to truly become the Angel God, one had to either defeat the current deity and take her place—or inherit her divine legacy.
The same rule applied to Huo Yuhao. Although he owned the divine seeds of Life and Destruction, he couldn't become those gods outright. The cosmic law forbade the existence of duplicate god-kings. One could only supplant or transcend the predecessor. Huo Yuhao had chosen the third path—fusing both seeds to forge his own, brand-new divinity.
He dismissed the array and lifted the seed into his hand, feeling its energy flow through his fingers. Angels were meant to embody light and purity—yet this one radiated darkness, corruption, and despair.
Perhaps Qian Renxue's later years had been marked by tragedy. Her soul and divine essence alike had been twisted and defiled.
Huo Yuhao extended a thread of divine power, gently extracting her soul essence from the seed. The essence manifested as a faint orb of violet-black light, within which shimmered her spectral form. Her snow-white hair framed a face of haunting beauty. She wore a black-and-gold armored dress, and her six angelic wings had turned dark purple, exuding a potent, ominous aura.
Once, her soul had been shattered beyond repair, as broken as Electrolux's had been in the distant past. But now, after years within divine energy, she had regained her form.
This woman had once been an angel of light—until Tang San tore her world apart and left her to fall. Consumed by loneliness and hatred, she had died alone, forsaken by heaven.
Huo Yuhao gazed at her with a faint, unreadable smile. He had already written the script in his mind—she would live again, and return to the mortal plane.
Perhaps, he thought, this would be Tang San's destined retribution—or his only salvation.
He released her essence, infusing it with his divine power, and the soul of Qian Renxue began to awaken once more.
The timing was deliberate. Reviving her earlier would have drained immeasurable divine energy, for restoring a shattered god required restoring her broken divinity as well. Even a God King would feel that burden.
In the original world, Bibi Dong had once slain Tang San—but failed to crush his Sea God divinity entirely. If she had, no two lesser gods could ever have revived him.
Huo Yuhao had been far more thorough. When he destroyed Tang San, he shattered not just his divine heart but both of his godhoods—the Asura and the Sea God—reducing them to dust.
Now he looked calmly at Qian Renxue's reviving form, her eyelids trembling faintly as life returned to her once more.
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