If he lost his emotions, he would not be so deeply obsessed with revenge—after all, isn't hatred itself a fierce emotion? If he truly lost all feeling, hatred would naturally have no anchor.
"Little Ya's teacher's Martial Soul is the Bluesilver Grass."
Huo Yuhao's eyes shimmered with shrewd intelligence.
"The core characteristic of the Bluesilver Grass Martial Soul is its stubborn vitality and tenacious resilience, far exceeding other Martial Souls. As long as we can enable Little Ya's teacher's Martial Soul to achieve a fundamental evolution, then through the Martial Soul's feedback, she will naturally gain vast and pure life energy. This energy will be enough to offset the massive consumption incurred during the detoxification process."
He paused, his eyes gleaming even brighter.
"And, as far as I know, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity exists in this world that is highly likely to catalyze a qualitative leap in Little Ya's teacher's Bluesilver Grass Martial Soul."
"Oh?" Bei Bei and Jing Yuan simultaneously focused their gaze on him.
Huo Yuhao lowered his voice, speaking gravely:
"According to the ancient texts and secret historical records I've examined, in this era, a Bluesilver Grass cultivated to the 100,000-year realm once existed on the continent. She was not only a 100,000-year Soul Beast but also successfully transformed into human form and was revered by all Bluesilver Grass as the—Bluesilver Emperor. Her name was Ah Yin."
"The Bluesilver Emperor... Ah Yin?!"
Bei Bei's breath hitched. As a top student of Shrek Academy's Inner Court and one of the current Shrek Seven Monsters, he naturally knew what that name implied, and he was even more aware of who possessed the sole bloodline of the Bluesilver Emperor in this era.
His heart involuntarily pounded fiercely.
"Precisely!"
Huo Yuhao affirmed with a resolute nod, his eyes burning.
"As a 100,000-year Soul Beast, and the Emperor among the Bluesilver Grass, the Bluesilver Emperor Ah Yin must have left behind a Soul Bone belonging to her after her demise. Moreover, this Soul Bone is highly likely to be a top-tier Soul Bone, one that condensed her life's cultivation essence and that vast, ocean-like source of life energy."
He looked at Bei Bei, inferring:
"If Little Ya's teacher can absorb this 100,000-year Bluesilver Emperor Soul Bone, the homologous Bluesilver Grass Martial Soul will inevitably generate the most perfect resonance and activation, very likely breaking its own limits and undergoing a fundamental evolution in the process."
"More importantly, the unimaginably vast source of life energy belonging to the 100,000-year Bluesilver Emperor contained within the Soul Bone will instantly infuse and replenish every limb, every joint, and the depths of Little Ya's teacher's soul."
Huo Yuhao's gaze locked onto Bei Bei, stating every word with perfect clarity:
"At that time, if we follow up with an appropriate detoxification method, the void of life force and the spiritual damage caused by the toxin's complete removal will be instantly filled, repaired, and nourished by the massive, homologous life energy provided by this Soul Bone. Not only will the insidious, lethal poison be resolved, but Little Ya's teacher's Martial Soul will evolve and transform."
"Even... the foundation damaged by years of toxin erosion might be simultaneously mended and restored by this powerful life energy. This, perhaps, is the only, and the most perfect and ideal, path to save her right now."
Bei Bei's body trembled violently, his eyes instantly erupting with intense longing and determination, but a hint of struggle and apprehension immediately followed. He gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse:
"But... the Bluesilver Emperor Ah Yin is the birth mother of Ancestor Tang San. Her Soul Bone is so precious and important; it's highly likely... it was absorbed and refined by Ancestor Tang San himself long ago. We..."
"So, you intend to give up?"
Huo Yuhao's eyes instantly turned cold and sharp, his tone frosty as he cut off Bei Bei.
"Give up this one, possibly last, chance to save Little Ya's teacher?"
His words were like a sharp sword, piercing the most vulnerable and contradictory part of Bei Bei's heart.
If Bei Bei genuinely hesitated, or even chose to forego seizing this life-saving Soul Bone, due to reverence and consideration for his ancestor, Huo Yuhao would be utterly disappointed.
In his current view, people who are overly pedantic and naive, clinging to impractical righteousness, cannot survive in this cruel world, nor are they worthy of journeying with him to achieve grander goals.
Upon hearing Huo Yuhao's almost ruthless interrogation, Bei Bei abruptly raised his head. The last trace of hesitation in his eyes was utterly crushed, replaced by a desperate, make-or-break resolve. He practically roared:
"No! Regardless of whose hands this Soul Bone is in right now, I will take it for Little Ya. Even Ancestor Tang San... is no exception. I am willing to do anything for Little Ya, even bear eternal infamy, even stand against the world."
Yes, for Tang Ya, he had already decisively betrayed the righteous path he upheld and the Shrek Academy he was proud of, even willingly falling into the category of Evil Soul Master, scorned by the world. So, what was there left to hesitate about now?
As long as there was a glimmer of hope to restore Tang Ya to her former self, the lively and vibrant girl she once was, even if it meant confronting the legendary original Shrek Seven Monsters, and fighting the Ancestor Tang San revered by countless people, he, Bei Bei, would not retreat a single step.
Only then did a satisfied arc appear at the corner of Huo Yuhao's mouth. He reached out and vigorously patted Bei Bei's tense shoulder, his tone softening with encouragement:
"Very good. This is the Senior Brother Bei Bei I know. Based on the intelligence and conjectures we currently have, Tang San and his group are highly likely operating within the Star Luo Empire right now. As long as we find him and confirm the whereabouts of the Soul Bone, Little Ya's teacher will be saved."
Beside them, Jing Yuan, who had remained silent throughout, took in the entire scene and gave a subtle, imperceptible shake of his head.
He knew in his heart that Bei Bei's bottom line was constantly being breached and lowered under Huo Yuhao's gradual guidance and the leverage of Tang Ya, his sole weakness.
However, he did not intend to interfere excessively. This was a choice Bei Bei made himself, a decision based on his own emotions and will.
As an observer, he respected everyone's choice, as well as all the consequences that choice entailed.
Furthermore, honestly speaking, Huo Yuhao's proposal did not deceive Bei Bei. It truly was the most feasible, and the only path with theoretical hope of success, for saving Tang Ya at the moment.
The 100,000-year Bluesilver Emperor Soul Bone was indeed the best key to solving the problem of the persistent poison and the depletion of Tang Ya's life source.
Above the vast, boundless ocean, the once serene, deep blue surface was long gone.
In its place was a horrifying scene, like the arrival of doomsday.
Thick, ink-like corrupt energy enveloped the entire sea region like an endless curtain, plunging it into perpetual twilight.
The sky was terrifyingly gloomy, and ferocious lightning rolled and roared among the heavy dark clouds, yet it could never pierce through the suffocating layer of darkness.
At the center of this thoroughly corrupted sea, an island stubbornly radiated a warm and sacred golden light, like the last lighthouse standing firm in a storm—that was Sea God Island, the sacred land carrying the Sea God's inheritance.
Sea God Island was tightly encased in a massive golden barrier, a condensation of pure, ultimate divine power, the materialization of the Sea God's lingering radiance in the mortal world.
On the barrier's surface, countless ancient and profound divine runes slowly flowed, emitting a vast, majestic, all-encompassing yet mighty aura. It arduously sustained a pure land amidst the polluted world, resisting the ceaseless erosion and impact from the outside.
And beyond the barrier, an existence capable of shattering any mortal mind was entrenched.
Several incomparably massive heads, condensed from corrupted seawater and dark purple destructive energy, stood towering like continuous mountain ranges. They emitted deafening roars, carrying the will to destroy everything, crashing violently against the seemingly thin golden barrier again and again.
Every impact caused the barrier to tremble violently, the golden ripples spreading outwards as if startled, looking as if it might completely shatter the next moment.
This was the calamity born from the memories of the World Tree, the terrifying entity that climbed out of the mobile point of corruption—the Overlord of the Vortex, Osial.
It was by no means a creature that should exist in this realm, even transcending the concept of an ordinary Soul Beast.
It was the ultimate aggregate of negative energy, the personification of resentment, despair, and death.
Unlike the fixed points of corruption on the mainland, Osial had wandered the deep ocean since its birth, greedily devouring the fear and wails of all marine life and absorbing all the negative emotions permeating the world.
Immediately upon its birth, it possessed the power of a Level 100 True God, surpassing the mundane.
If Sea God Island hadn't been the Sea God's chosen place of inheritance, protected by his most fundamental divine power, it would have been impossible to withstand the continuous, frantic attacks of such a terrifying Demon God for so many years.
As a product purely incubated by negative energy, Osial possessed no rationality, no intellect, only the instinct to devour and destroy.
This instinct drove it to completely consume every living being, energy, and even space it encountered, transforming them into sustenance to strengthen itself.
And the pure and powerful Sea God's aura on Sea God Island was an irresistible temptation to it.
It was a Demon God originating from the ocean itself. Although it was only a negative energy entity born from the World Tree's memory, it still commanded fragments of the Authority of the Sea.
Its instinctive desire was to consume this Sea God inheritance, complete itself, and become the true supreme being who commanded all oceans.
On the highest point of Sea God Island, in front of the Holy Hall, the Sea God High Priest Bo Saixi stood against the wind.
Behind her, the pillars of Sea God Island—the Seven Sacred Pillar Guardians—stood solemnly, each a Title Douluo renowned throughout the four seas.
However, at this moment, the faces of these top continent powerhouses could not conceal their worry and a sense of powerlessness bordering on despair.
The might of the Demon God outside the barrier was too terrifying. Its mere aura was enough to break the fighting spirit of Title Douluo-level powerhouses, making it difficult for them to even muster the courage for a head-on battle.
Bo Saixi's exquisite face showed undisguised worry and deep fatigue. Her deep blue eyes, like the ocean, stared at the world-destroying scene outside the barrier. The scepter in her hand, inlaid with a huge sea-blue gem, was gripped so tightly that her knuckles were white.
"How much longer... can we hold on?"
This silent question echoed repeatedly in her heart, heavy enough to suffocate her.
She knew the severity of the current situation better than anyone.
The Sea God, as a revered Level 1 God in the God Realm, was constrained by the God Realm's rules and absolutely could not directly intervene in the lower realm's conflicts. He could only provide passive defense through the inheritance and divine power left behind in advance.
The Sea God's Divine Consciousness contained within the inheritance, while immensely powerful, enough to temporarily resist Osial's invasion, was ultimately insufficient to completely kill this Demon God born from the world's corruption.
The nature of the powers was fundamentally different. Osial's corrupted essence possessed extremely strong pollution and corrosive properties against pure divine power. Under this cruel, diminishing attrition, Sea God Island's defense would only follow the path of sand draining from an hourglass, slowly marching toward depletion.
The only hope, or rather, the only contingency the Sea God had left behind, was the emergence of someone who could fully inherit the Sea God's Divine Throne.
An inheritor who could pass the Sea God's Nine Trials in the lower realm, inherit the Divine Throne, ignite the divine flame, and achieve True Godhood.
Only a newborn, complete Sea God could, with flawless divine power, genuinely mobilize the vast Authority of the Ocean, dispel this endless corruption, and thoroughly purify and kill the Demon God Osial.
Only in this way could Sea God Island, and everything it protected, truly survive this unprecedented catastrophe.
Call for aid? A trace of bitterness crossed Bo Saixi's lips.
She had never truly considered that thought.
If even Sea God Island, which possessed the Sea God's residual divine power, could only endure under the Demon God's tyranny, what good could the forces on the continent—whether the powerful Spirit Hall or the vast two empires—possibly do?
In a battle at the Level 100 True God tier, mortal power, even that of a Peak Douluo above rank 95, seemed so minuscule and powerless.
Moreover, the entire sea region had been completely sealed by Osial's demonic authority. Towering waves and corrupted energy vortices formed a deadly natural barrier. Any vessel attempting to leave Sea God Island would be instantly swallowed by the endless darkness.
They were already trapped on a lonely island, completely cut off from the world.
All they could do was desperately hold the line.
They mobilized all of Sea God Island's resources, relying on the devout prayers and unwavering faith of all the island's believers, squeezing out every ounce of potential, to sustain this faltering Sea God's Light, waiting for the fated person to appear and inherit the Divine Throne.
However, hope was so faint.
Bo Saixi's gaze, tinged with a hint of sorrow, swept over the interior of Sea God Island.
Those loyal Sea Soul Masters, their eyes filled with reverence and piety, were willing to sacrifice their lives to protect their home, yet none could truly touch the supreme threshold of the Sea God's inheritance.
The mark of the Sea God Trident, the symbol of divine qualification, had yet to be deemed worthy for anyone to bear.
Even in this desperate, life-or-death extremity, the Sea God had never lowered his standards for choosing an inheritor.
A God's pride brooks no blasphemy, and the weight of the Divine Throne allows no impostor to tarnish it.
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