"I understand, I will be careful."
After some thought, Di Tian nodded.
As the Vice Speaker of the Federation and the master of the War God Hall, Chen Xinjie is seen by everyone as a staunch supporter of the Federation.
According to the other party's consistent course of action, as long as the Spirit Pagoda does not overstep, the two sides will not confront each other.
But with the identity of the Poseidon lineage, everything becomes uncertain. Since Huo Yuhao reminded him of this matter, it was clear that he also had concerns about Chen Xinjie's identity.
Seeing Di Tian's expression of understanding, Huo Yuhao fell silent for a moment.
What I'm worried about might be different from you.
Since the Light and Dark Douluo still attacked the Spirit Pagoda, it seems that a certain War Heaven Douluo must have been gossiping again?
It also indirectly shows that Chen Xinjie and Long Yeyue had a past...
Huo Yuhao shook off his thoughts and stopped thinking about it.
Compared to Chen Xinjie's stance, those three Godslayer-level soul tool bombs were more important.
Although the Godslayer-level soul tool bombs failed to kill any gods, Huo Yuhao would not underestimate these ultimate weapons of the Federation.
The Super Douluo and Titled Douluo of Shrek Academy and the Tang Sect who were within the explosion range of the Godslayer-level soul tool bombs were mostly dead, not to mention those below the Titled Douluo level, various auxiliary professions, and technical talents. It was only because Yun Ming sacrificed his semi-god status and the Golden Tree perished that some seeds of Shrek Academy were preserved.
The explosion of a Godslayer-level soul tool bomb in a city will bring about a catastrophic disaster, resulting in the deaths of millions or even tens of millions. If they were stolen and used by the Holy Spirit Cult, no one could take responsibility for it.
The value of such weapons lies in their use against the Abyssal Plane and continental crisis; using them within the Federation is inherently wrong.
Furthermore, with his methods, he could completely extract the metal source inside the Godslayer-level soul tool bombs and remake them, or turn them into other weapons...
Thinking of this, Huo Yuhao said:
"Regarding the War God Hall, I have some old acquaintances there. Although they cannot participate in the decision-making of the War God Hall, they should be able to play a certain role in the protection of the Godslayer-level soul tool bombs. If there are concerns about direct intervention... you can arrange for me to meet with them."
"Old acquaintances?" Di Tian was stunned, then after recalling for a moment, he narrowed his eyes.
"So it was you who arranged for them to join the War God Hall thousands of years ago."
"It was just a coincidence that I met them and pointed them in the right direction," Huo Yuhao smiled.
Although he couldn't act too much due to the Heavenly Tribulation, finding a strange team and pointing them in the right direction was no problem.
It was a transaction, mutually beneficial.
Di Tian looked deeply at Huo Yuhao, a thoughtful glint in his golden vertical pupils.
He originally thought that Huo Yuhao had also fallen from the God Realm, but now it seems that might not be the case.
So how did he survive for ten thousand years? Compared to falling from godhood, surviving for ten thousand years without becoming a god seems even more unbelievable...
"Don't you want to see her?"
Huo Yuhao's question brought Di Tian back from his thoughts, and he looked at the mansion behind him.
"No need, today I came for you, let the master rest in peace."
...
After finishing his conversation with Di Tian, Huo Yuhao returned to his room, pushed open the door, and a cold chill greeted him. His gaze moved slightly, landing on the left side—
Moonlight filtered through the window lattice, casting mottled shadows on the wooden floor.
The Snow Empress's divine sense, dressed in a plain white dress, standing quietly by the window. Her silver-blue hair cascaded like a waterfall, the ends shimmering with a faint icy glow.
"No need to worry, I can handle ordinary troubles for you. The divine sense fragments of ordinary gods are no match for me."
"...Was I that obvious before?" Huo Yuhao smiled wryly.
The Snow Empress's beautiful eyes looked at him, "Your intention to reveal your trump card early was clear, how could I not see it? If you have any concerns in your heart, just tell me."
Huo Yuhao walked to the Snow Empress's side and looked out the window with her.
"It's not a concern, after all, I was mentally prepared."
Hearing this, the Snow Empress's eyes flickered, "You said this is home, right? Then rely on it more…"
Huo Yuhao suddenly reached out and gently grasped the Snow Empress's slightly cool hand.
"Wherever my family is, that is naturally home. You've reminded me many times, when I need to, I won't bear it alone, haven't I troubled you enough these past two years?"
The Snow Empress paused, a ripple of emotion crossing her face, her eyes softening, "Mm."
...
The morning sunlight filtered through the thin curtains, gently spilling onto the wooden floor of the kitchen. Huo Yuhao, wearing a dark blue apron, was intently stirring the spirit rice porridge in the clay pot, a faint fragrance slowly filling the kitchen.
Gu Yuena stepped onto the soft carpet, her silver hair casually draped over her shoulders, leaning sleepily against the doorframe, watching the scene in the kitchen with a faint smile on her lips.
"Awake?" Huo Yuhao didn't look back, "Just wait a little longer."
Gu Yuena softly "mm"ed, walked behind him, and peeked at the food in the pot, her voice carrying the laziness of just waking up, "It smells so good."
Only then did Huo Yuhao turn his head to look at her, raising an eyebrow when he saw her still in her pajamas, "You seem much more relaxed here."
"I used to live here," Gu Yuena's purple eyes were fixed on the porridge, "Not long after I woke up, I lived here, Bi Ji and the others will sometimes come. This place makes me feel more at ease."
"Is that so?"
Huo Yuhao nodded thoughtfully, his voice gentle, "Alright, linger a bit longer and then go get dressed, breakfast will be ready soon, Teacher Li will arrange for a car to take us to the Mecha Association."
"Mm."
Gu Yuena nodded, turned, and walked to her room. A moment later, she changed into a simple white dress, her silver hair smoothly falling over her shoulders. She sat quietly at the dining table, one hand propping her cheek, her gaze quietly following the busy figure in the kitchen, submerged in the warm atmosphere.
More than ten minutes later, in the morning light, the two who had finished breakfast jumped into the hover car one after the other, speeding towards the direction of the Mecha Association headquarters.
The Mecha Association headquarters, a towering cluster of silver-gray buildings, shimmered with a cold metallic luster in the morning light.
Above the iconic spherical main building of the Mecha Association headquarters, a massive holographic projection floated, rolling out demonstration images of the latest mecha models.
The hover car slowly descended into the central square parking area, Huo Yuhao and Gu Yuena got out of the car and entered the Mecha Association, immediately attracting many admiring glances.
Gu Yuena, in a white dress with her silver hair cascading like a waterfall, shimmered with a faint halo in the sunlight, like a fairy stepping out of a painting.
The two ignored the gazes and looked for Li Yucheng's figure, finally spotting him in the southeast direction.
Next to him were two figures, one old and one young.
"President Li, I haven't seen you come to report for the past two years, what brought you here today? Didn't you hand over the work to Xia Haoxuan? Are you not at ease?"