Huo Yuhao's small body sat cross-legged on the ground as the sickly green Rakshasa divine power washed over his body like a torrent. From the side, Zhongli Wu could feel Huo Yuhao's accumulated soul power climbing crazily: level thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three...
"This kid has gained quite a lot from this inheritance..." Zhongli Wu muttered under his breath. A Soul Scholar with not a single real soul ring, yet his pure soul power intensity was already comparable to a Soul Ancestor.
"It seems that after this inheritance, I'll have to find a way to get him a suitable soul ring," Zhongli Wu stroked his chin in satisfaction and smiled freely. The stronger the Holy Son's talent, the more benefits the Holy Ghost Cult would naturally have in the future.
As time passed, the Rakshasa God statue no longer overflowed with divine power, indicating that Huo Yuhao had finished the inheritance trial. Zhongli Wu hurriedly approached. The Holy Son's gains this time were extremely important to his Holy Ghost Cult.
Under Zhongli Wu's expectant gaze, Huo Yuhao let out a long, turbid breath. A pair of blood-red pupils with rings of ripples slowly opened. Compared to his second awakening, they now had some strange magatama markings. (TLNote: Rinne-Sharingan)
What a pair of eyes they were. With just a single glance, Zhongli Wu felt immense pressure, not related to cultivation level, but a suppression on the level of energy itself.
He had seen a martial soul's second awakening, but he had never heard of a martial soul's third awakening.
"How was it? Besides soul power, what did you gain?" Zhongli Wu asked nervously.
"I need to test it out," Huo Yuhao said, stretching lazily. His face was devoid of expression, but in reality, his heart was filled with an irrepressible, wild joy.
His spiritual power, after being baptized by the Rakshasa divine power, had reached the peak of the Spirit Abyss realm. With just one more step, he could successfully enter the Spirit Domain realm.
Huo Yuhao stood up, and a series of cracking sounds came from his bones. Three grayish-white soul rings emerged from under his feet, looking rather strange. This officially indicated that his soul power had reached the major milestone of level forty.
A ten-year-old Soul Ancestor. If word of this got out, how many self-proclaimed heaven's chosen soul masters would feel ashamed of their inferiority?
Of course, Huo Yuhao's biggest gain this time was undoubtedly the source of the Rakshasa God Bibi Dong's divine sense successfully taking up residence in his spiritual sea. With the divine sense of a first-level god standing guard, Huo Yuhao no longer had to worry about his spiritual sea being spied upon on the Douluo plane.
At Huo Yuhao's suggestion, Bibi Dong had separated a small amount of Rakshasa divine power to remain within the Rakshasa God statue. On one hand, it was for the Holy Ghost Cult's subsequent refinement and use; on the other hand, it was also to prevent suspicion from arising if the statue lost its function.
Huo Yuhao found Zhongli Wu's dumbfounded expression quite amusing. Indeed, for a ten-year-old boy without a single real soul ring to reach level forty in soul power was unprecedented. Even the strongest "rotten salted fish" in the original Douluo series wouldn't have had this level of cultivation at the age of ten. Of course, in terms of martial soul quality, there was still nothing in the Douluo world that surpassed the level of the Dragon God.
At the same time, Huo Yuhao also knew that the rapid increase in soul power would lead to a certain degree of instability in his foundation. In the coming year, he had to consolidate his soul power. If possible, he hoped to condense his first soul core—which the original Huo Gua only possessed at the Soul Sage level—before his strength reached the Soul King level.
"Cult Master, my apologies for the offense," Huo Yuhao said, channeling his soul power to his eyes and assuming an offensive stance.
Zhongli Wu nodded with his hands behind his back. Confident in his own Super Douluo level strength, he wasn't worried that Huo Yuhao could cause him any harm. No one was more suitable to be a guinea pig for testing Huo Yuhao's abilities.
Huo Yuhao closed his left eye and his right eye snapped open. Caught off guard, Zhongli Wu felt the world spin, as if he were in a bizarre space. Here, there were only mountains of corpses and seas of blood. The desolate land was stained red, giving off a feeling of extreme terror.
"An illusion?" Zhongli Wu curiously looked around. A skill that could create illusions would be of great help to a spiritual-type soul master.
It really is this ability! Huo Yuhao was ecstatic. With his current spiritual power, he certainly couldn't cause any harm to a Super Douluo, and without a real soul ring to use, the mental strain on him was also considerable.
"Not bad, not bad," seeing Huo Yuhao retract the ability, Zhongli Wu praised him repeatedly. "An illusion skill in battle relies on the element of surprise. Once an opponent is trapped in an illusion and cannot extricate themselves, they are fish on the chopping block."
"Then try this, Cult Master!" Huo Yuhao closed the right eye that had cast the illusion and opened his left. A scorching aura instantly focused from Huo Yuhao's line of sight and was released at Zhongli Wu.
Woosh!
Flames erupted, instantly igniting Zhongli Wu's body. However, the latter directly burst forth with his immense soul power, forcibly extinguishing the flames.
"This is... Ultimate Evil Fire?" As the leader of the evil soul masters, Zhongli Wu had naturally heard of this type of flame. It used the soul master's soul power as fuel. Once entangled, unless the soul master who cast the skill retracted it, a soul master of the same level could basically only escape the crisis by cutting off the ignited body part.
Of course, after using these two skills, Huo Yuhao also looked exhausted. With his current physical fitness, the consumption for using such skills was too great.
"Both the illusion and the Ultimate Evil Fire are very powerful skills. In the future, as your spiritual power cultivation increases, their formidable aspects will also be revealed," Zhongli Wu was very satisfied with Huo Yuhao's skills. At the same time, he didn't forget to place a hand on Huo Yuhao's back and input pure soul power to supplement him.
"Thank you, Cult Master!" After Zhongli Wu's soul power infusion, Huo Yuhao's complexion finally looked much better.
"So, these two skills are the abilities attached to the different eyes of your martial soul?" Zhongli Wu asked curiously.
"Yes. I call them Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi," Huo Yuhao subconsciously gave the two skills names he had seen on TV in his previous life, which were not just similar, but completely identical.
"Amaterasu? Tsukuyomi?" Zhongli Wu naturally didn't understand the meaning Huo Yuhao had given these two abilities. "As you wish. At your current Soul Scholar level, the consumption is too great. If you want them to have any real combat capability, you must first add a soul ring to yourself and become a true Soul Master."
"I will obey the Cult Master's teachings," Huo Yuhao said with a bow.
"Let's go up. We've been here for the better part of a day. Your physique is too poor. Starting tomorrow, I will have someone draw up a physical training plan for you," Zhongli Wu waved his hand and, pulling Huo Yuhao along, flew back up with great satisfaction.
The abyss altar returned to silence. What no one noticed was that on the giant Rakshasa God statue, the surface that had occasionally emitted a sickly green light gradually became dim and lusterless.
...
After returning to his residence, Huo Yuhao's consciousness immediately sank into his spiritual sea. A beautiful figure had been waiting there for a long time.
"Your Majesty!" Seeing Bibi Dong waiting for him, Huo Yuhao ran towards her, hopping and skipping.
Bibi Dong looked at the childish Huo Yuhao, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "You certainly have a rich imagination, to attach such skills to your martial soul."
Huo Yuhao scratched his head. He couldn't help it; a man is a boy until he dies. In his mind, when it came to eye abilities, the best options in his memory were naturally these two. When his soul power increased in the future, he was going to play with Gundams!
Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi were naturally things from Huo Yuhao's previous life, and they were also skills that Bibi Dong had simulated for his martial soul according to his needs. Attaching these two abilities to his martial soul had consumed a considerable amount of the Rakshasa divine power left behind by Bibi Dong before her death.
Zhongli Wu's only regret was that Huo Yuhao had not obtained a god-bestowed soul ring during the inheritance. God-bestowed soul rings were condensed at the limit of the soul ring age a soul master could absorb. In his view, if Huo Yuhao could get a god-bestowed soul ring, then his first soul ring would be at least a thousand years old. If he returned to the inheritance site to refine the Rakshasa divine power in the future, it could even evolve into a black ten-thousand-year ring or even a red hundred-thousand-year soul ring.
Imagining Huo Yuhao reaching the Titled Douluo realm in the future, the deterrent force of nine hundred-thousand-year soul rings, Zhongli Wu could laugh even in his dreams. That was something only the person from ten thousand years ago could achieve!
However, Huo Yuhao already had a plan for his own soul rings. Regardless of whether his subsequent soul rings followed the original plot, his first soul ring for his Spirit Eyes had to be Brother Tianmeng's million-year ring, and nothing else!
The reason the original Huo Yuhao was called Huo Gua (Huo the Cheat) was because the four great divine skills granted by the million-year Tianmeng Ice Silkworm as his first soul ring were too buggy.
"Leaving the Rakshasa God statue means that in the future, there will be no living sacrifices from the Holy Ghost Cult to consolidate my soul. The main body of this wisp of my divine sense will be very fragile. Unless it is a last resort, I cannot help you," Bibi Dong gave Huo Yuhao another warning. "When you find that million-year big bug in the future, there might be a way to stabilize my divine sense."
"I understand," Huo Yuhao returned to his serious demeanor. There was still a full year before the original plot's Huo Yuhao left the Duke's Mansion and embarked on his journey. In the coming year, Huo Yuhao, who was not planning to absorb a soul ring, would devote all his energy to physical training. A powerful physique was the capital for increasing his strength.
"Holy Son, by order of the Cult Master, please allow us to arrange your bedtime."
Just as Huo Yuhao was preparing to go to sleep, the voices of the twin maids sounded from outside the door.
Even sleeping needs to be arranged? Huo Yuhao's expression was strange. Don't tell me these two little girls are going to warm my bed? I'm not at that age yet, am I?
Filled with doubt, Huo Yuhao opened the door, and a somewhat familiar, beautiful face immediately came into view.
"Ma Xiaotao?"