In the Spectral Demiplane, within a laboratory filled with a silver-gray technological aesthetic.
Huo Yuhao withdrew his hand, looking at the Evil Soul Master before him who had fallen into a deep coma. He let out a slight sigh of relief.
"Experimental subject number seven... the soul fusion rate has reached 98%. Although there is still some slight rejection, it is already within a controllable range."
Beside him, a cluster of rose-gold light flickered—it was the Snow Emperor in her soul form. Having become the Auspicious Beast of the Extreme North, her soul was now exceptionally solid, even carrying a hint of divine aura.
"Yuhao, are you really planning to use this method to help that girl from the Clear Sky Sect?" The Snow Emperor asked softly, a trace of concern in her ice-blue eyes. "Forcibly bridging a torn soul is, after all, an act against the natural order. If it fails..."
"It won't fail." Huo Yuhao spoke calmly, his tone filled with absolute confidence. "I've already analyzed the divine power Tang San left behind. It's nothing more than a high-level energy shackle. I will use the Power of Destiny as the needle and the Power of Faith as the thread to truly 'sew' her soul back together."
More importantly, Huo Yuhao had a "cheat code" that no one else in this world possessed: the Life Reflection of the Spectral Demiplane.
By using the massive life force here as a medium, he could ensure that Wang Dong'er's soul remained active during the "surgery."
...
A few days later, Spirit Transmission Pagoda, top floor.
Niu Tian and Titan stood there somewhat restlessly. Beside them was Wang Dong'er, who looked curious.
"Uncle Niu, Uncle Titan, why did you bring me here? And you both look so... formal?" Wang Dong'er blinked, her big eyes filled with confusion.
She had noticed that her two uncles had been acting very strange lately. Not only had they stopped grumbling about Soul Tools, but they even seemed a bit... afraid?
"Ahem, Dong'er, don't ask so many questions. Just remember, the person you're about to meet is the most important benefactor of our Clear Sky Sect," Niu Tian warned seriously.
At that moment, the door to the inner chamber slowly opened.
A youth dressed in a simple white robe walked out. He had short blue hair and eyes as deep as the starry sky. The moment he appeared, the surrounding air seemed to grow quiet.
The moment Wang Dong'er saw the youth, her heart suddenly skipped a beat. An inexplicable sense of familiarity welled up, making her eyes turn slightly red for no reason.
"You... are you the Pagoda Master?" Wang Dong'er asked softly, her voice trembling slightly.
Huo Yuhao looked at the girl before him—the girl who had once been his "good brother" and then his "wife." A complicated emotion flickered in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a gentle smile.
"Hello, Wang Dong'er. Or should I call you... Tang Wutong?"
Hearing that name, Niu Tian and Titan both shuddered. That was the name Tang San had given her in the God Realm, a name she shouldn't even know herself!
"I... I don't know who that is," Wang Dong'er shook her head, looking a bit dazed. "But I feel like... I've waited a very long time to see you."
Huo Yuhao walked up to her and naturally reached out to rub her head. His movements were so smooth that even Titan, who usually "protected the calf" fiercely, didn't move an inch.
"It's okay. From today on, no one will be able to control your destiny anymore."
Turning his gaze toward Niu Tian, Huo Yuhao said calmly, "I'll take her inside. You two stay here. Don't let anyone disturb us."
"Yes, Pagoda Master!" Niu Tian bowed deeply, his attitude extremely respectful.
Watching the two figures disappear into the inner chamber, Titan scratched his head and whispered, "Big Brother, I feel like... we've just handed Dong'er over to a 'parent' who's even more reliable than Tang San."
Niu Tian let out a long sigh, looking toward the ceiling. "As long as she lives well, it doesn't matter who her 'parent' is. Besides... do we even have a choice?"
...
Inside the chamber, Huo Yuhao looked at Wang Dong'er, who was lying on the experimental platform. He slowly manifested the Eye of Destiny.
"Sleep for a while. When you wake up, the world will look different."
As the rose-gold light enveloped her, the golden seal deep within Wang Dong'er's soul—the "Butterfly Goddess" seal left by Tang San—began to tremble violently.
"Want to resist?" Huo Yuhao sneered, his fingers moving like lightning. "In my domain, even if Tang San descended himself, he would have to kneel!"
The "surgery" to mend her soul had officially begun.