Chapter 107: Settling the Past, Even Earthworms Will Be Split in Half!
Electrolux's teachings echoed in Huo Yuhao's ears.
"Yuhao, you must remember: the essence of the Undead Magic in my hands is ultimately about the mastery of death, not indulgence. Once you understand this, you can truly begin to learn my Undead Magic."
Huo Yuhao was well aware of the paradox between life and death.
Existentialism posits that death can give life urgency, allowing individual lives to blossom to their fullest brilliance within a limited time. If life were eternal, the pursuit of meaning would lose its value.
Moreover, all existing knowledge of death comes from the perspective of the living. In a sense, this knowledge forms an eternal logical loop: the living cannot describe the feeling of death, and those who experience death cannot convey their experience, nor can they determine whether death exists. This discontinuity keeps death shrouded in a mist of mysticism.
Elder Yi's Undead Magic is essentially a deconstruction and reconstruction of the authority of death. Gray represents the origin of death, possessing absolute neutrality, while the golden light symbolizes the will of salvation that transcends life and death, or rather, that glimmer of light within death.
From his observer's perspective, this wasn't the first time he had seen Electrolux cast Undead Magic, but facing the spell directly, he still felt a bone-chilling coldness.
He was also constantly shaken by the compassionate emotions transmitted from the gray mist—an inevitable physiological fear when facing death, and at the same time, a contradictory experience of spiritual resonance.
Outside.
Huo Yun'er's soul began to condense and continuously construct itself toward its most essential form. However, careful observation would reveal that this was merely a soul devoid of any emotion.
Just as Electrolux had said, death is death. Even if one could use absolute energy to resurrect the deceased, that person would ultimately not be their original self but rather an empty shell without emotion.
Of course, it is possible to artificially imbue it with memories and emotions through a vessel, but this is merely a trick to deceive oneself or others — not even qualifying as an undead creature.
This bizarre scene was witnessed by Kong Deming and Du Busi, who were secretly protecting Huo Yuhao. The two old men's eyelids twitched, and Du Busi even wanted to intervene, but he was stopped by Kong Deming.
They could see the gray mist, but they couldn't clearly discern what was happening inside. However, they could feel the constantly converging tide of strange energy.
This was a miraculous power that absolutely did not belong to this world.
"Don't panic. Yuhao has many secrets. You old fellow will gradually witness them in the future."
Kong Deming knew these were his disciples' methods, and at this moment, he could only comfort Du Busi this way, feeling incredibly pleased with himself that he could finally show off.
Last time, when his disciple purified that Soul Devouring Carving Knife, his performance was actually not much better than Du Busi's current state, but who told him he was first? The old fellow could only eat dust behind him.
"Old geezer, what are you bragging about? I'm just worried about Yuhao having an accident."
Kong Deming was too lazy to retort, turning his gaze to the gray light that was now beginning to dissipate. He even felt that this power, at the energy level, far surpassed his own, and Du Busi shared the same feeling.
Huo Yun'er's soul had completely condensed, and Huo Yuhao's voice came through.
"Elder Yi, can you send Mother's soul away from this plane and let her reincarnate in another world?"
Electrolux didn't know what Huo Yuhao was worried about. Could someone really scheme against the soul of a deceased person? However, recalling what Yuhao had said before, and his identity as a Child of Destiny, he still nodded.
Although it would take some effort and consume some energy, sending a soul to reincarnate in another realm using the undead demiplane was not difficult.
Yuhao had mentioned the God Realm to the little worm and little scorpion before, and he thought Yuhao might be worried about those so-called gods up there.
However, this didn't make sense. Why would a god target an ordinary soul? It was truly incomprehensible.
He couldn't figure it out and was unwilling to think about it anymore.
Soon, Huo Yun'er's soul, using the undead demiplane as a springboard—a parallel plane independent of the main plane—was sent by Electrolux to another plane, while also ensuring it wouldn't be rejected by that plane.
As for where exactly, that's up to interpretation. Electrolux didn't say, and Huo Yuhao didn't ask.
The bones also dissipated with the wind, no longer existing in the world, as if they had never left a trace.
"Alright, I have sent your mother's soul to another realm, Yuhao. She will reincarnate in that world. I am tired, so I will go back to rest in the Eye of Life."
Electrolux looked weary and finally admonished him.
"Remember, Yuhao, revenge is fine, but absolutely do not let hatred cloud your judgment, nor let it implicate the innocent and cause you to do things you will regret for the rest of your life."
He knew that Huo Yuhao no longer had any worries, so what he was about to do next was obvious.
However, he still wanted to nag a bit, unwilling for Huo Yuhao to possibly follow his old path and regret it later.
"Don't worry, Elder Yi. I won't do anything foolish."
He wouldn't spare any of those who had harmed Huo Yuhao, but he would repay those who had helped Huo Yuhao in his youth, considering it a complete settlement with the past.
Electrolux returned to the Eye of Life to rest, and Huo Yuhao slowly opened his eyes.
As for Ice Empress and Tianmeng, they now lived in two separate spiritual seas with Electrolux, not disturbing each other at all. But when they saw Electrolux cast Undead Magic again, they were still greatly frightened.
This level of energy—even if they all cultivated for a million years—might not be a match for this old man in his prime.
Kong Deming and Du Busi appeared. Huo Yuhao was about to lie down again, but the two old men didn't ask; instead, they started talking about the White Tiger Duke's Mansion.
"Yuhao, White Tiger Duke Dai Hao returned home yesterday. I and the old poisoner will control your father and the powerful Soul Masters in the mansion. As for the others, I'll leave them all to you."
Huo Yuhao nodded. Without interference from the White Tiger Duke's Mansion's top powerhouses, he had nothing to worry about. He could completely split the White Tiger Duke's Mansion's earthworms in half.
Remembering something, Huo Yuhao said, "Teacher, the Mingdou Mountain Range…"
Waving his hand, Kong Deming seemed to anticipate Huo Yuhao's question and gave him a reassuring look.
"Don't worry. I've arranged everything. The Empire's Soul Engineer Legion will handle it."
Du Busi said nothing, but his gaze already indicated his support.
The two disappeared, clearly going to control Dai Hao and the powerhouses of the White Tiger Duke's Mansion.
Huo Yuhao shook Xiao Hongchen and Meng Hongchen awake. At this moment, they were still in a daze, not knowing why they had suddenly fallen unconscious.
"Let's go. I need to settle things with the past. Once I've dealt with matters here, we'll set off back to the Sun Moon Empire."
The siblings exchanged glances and tacitly followed behind Huo Yuhao.
The White Tiger Duke's Mansion, built against a mountain, featured red doors and golden roofs. In front of the main hall, there were ninety-nine steps of white marble, carved with patterns of white tigers treading on clouds. The architecture was magnificent and grand.
Screens carved from purple crystal, Bodhi trees sculpted from jadeite, luminous pearls, jade, agarwood, gold powder... How extravagant! Yet, such a luxurious residence could not accommodate a young child and a woman. How ridiculous!
The Soul Master guards outside the mansion had all been dealt with. With Huo Yuhao's memories, he was extremely familiar with this residence. The servants and maids who had once oppressed him all died with each step he took.
Wails, despair—Huo Yuhao remained unmoved. With each death, memories of his childhood flooded back like a tide.
"Damn trash, a maid's son is useless, with only one level of innate soul power, yet he dares to covet the White Tiger Duke's property!"
"Hahaha, the Duchess is so merciful. You contracted a terrible disease, and the Duchess even found you a place to stay (a dog kennel) next to the servant quarters. Move there now…"
"Martial Soul mutation, and still a first-level innate soul power. The maid's son is useless, simply defiling the White Tiger Duke's bloodline."
"So annoying—should we kill them? The Duchess might even reward us…"
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