Gu Yuena looked at Huo Yuhao and asked, "Yuhao, can he... be taken away?"
Huo Yuhao understood her meaning; she was worried whether Tang Hao, like Ah Yin, had already integrated with the plane and could not be separated.
He smiled and said, "He is different from Ah Yin. Ah Yin has completely fused with the life core, like roots entering the soil, and cannot be separated."
"As for Tang Hao, although he suppressed the plane consciousness, after all, he has not truly become the Master of the Plane. He has only forcibly seized dominance relying on his strength."
Hearing this, Tang Hao's expression changed drastically. He struggled violently, his voice carrying anxiety and anger, "What did you do to Ah Yin?!"
Huo Yuhao glanced at him and said in a calm tone, "Rest assured, she is now the life core of the Douluo Continent, so naturally we will not make a move against her."
"It's just that from now on, she will only be the life core."
"There will no longer be the name Ah Yin, nor will there be a will of her own."
As his voice fell, Huo Yuhao didn't give Tang Hao another chance to speak. With a casual wave of his hand, an invisible force probed into Tang Hao's body.
Tang Hao let out a muffled groan, feeling a tearing sensation of being forcibly stripped away coming from the depths of his Soul. Immediately afterward, a ball of white mist slowly overflowed from his body, floating in mid-air and breaking free from Tang Hao's restraints.
That was precisely the original plane master of the Douluo Continent, an existence that had been suppressed and devoured by Tang Hao for Ten Thousand Years.
The original plane master had not solidified its form, nor did it even have independent consciousness; it merely operated under the instinct of rules.
However, over these Ten Thousand Years, due to Tang Hao's continuous "devouring" and suppression, in the process of continuous resistance, it actually gave birth to self-consciousness, which could be considered a blessing in disguise.
After breaking free from Tang Hao's control, that cluster of "white mist" hovered blankly for a moment, then slowly drifted toward Huo Yuhao, gently circled around his shoulder, and rubbed against his cheek twice, its movements carrying an infant-like attachment and intimacy.
This was not only because Huo Yuhao had just "rescued" it from Tang Hao's hands, but also because Huo Yuhao was inherently the Child of Luck of the Douluo Continent, naturally possessing an affinity with the plane consciousness.
Huo Yuhao lowered his head to look at it, his gaze softening a bit.
He extended his finger, gently tapped the white mist, and smiled, "From now on, you are free."
The plane consciousness rubbed against Huo Yuhao's cheek twice more before reluctantly drifting away into the distance.
Huo Yuhao withdrew his gaze, glanced at the devastated and ashen-faced Tang Hao beside him, and uttered two words indifferently: "Let's go."
For the current Huo Yuhao, across the entire Douluo Planet, no matter the ends of the earth, he could arrive with a single thought.
With a slight movement of his mind, the spatial power around his body gently swirled, and the figures of the three instantly vanished from the spot.
The next moment, a biting cold wind wrapped in piercing chill rushed toward their faces, blowing their robes to flap loudly and whipping up the floating snow on the mountain peaks, refracting a crystal-clear radiance under the noon sunlight.
Looking into the distance, beneath their feet were rolling snow-capped mountains, draped in silver and layered upon layers, leaving only a vast expanse of whiteness between heaven and earth.
This place was precisely the Endless Mountains in the far west of the Douluo Continent, with an average altitude exceeding six thousand meters, covered in perennial snow that never melted, and rarely visited by humans.
Yet right below Huo Yuhao at this moment, there was a military camp bivouacked among the embrace of the mountains, with a strict layout and neat tents, exuding an aura of iron-blooded sternness.
Stationed here was the most mysterious legion on the continent—the Blood God Legion.
Though obscure and unknown, they had quietly guarded this borderland for several thousand years, nameless yet worthy of being called great.
Huo Yuhao did not deliberately conceal his aura, so as soon as he appeared in this airspace, he was keenly perceived by the powerhouses of the Blood God Legion.
Within the military camp below, wave after wave of tyrannical auras erupted successively. Immediately following that, more than a dozen figures soared into the sky, stepping on the void and faintly surrounding the three of them in the center. These were impressively all powerhouses at the Titled Douluo level.
"Welcome, Tower Master Huo. May I ask what brings you here?"
A steady voice came from afar. At the same time, two figures, as if tearing through space, suddenly appeared opposite Huo Yuhao.
Those two wore standard military uniforms with straight postures. Their faces looked to be only in their thirties or forties, but their ages were likely over a hundred years old, because the two of them emitted the auras of Limit Douluo.
Although he had never met these two people, he had long since read the information regarding the Blood God Legion, and at a glance, he judged their identities.
The general on the left with three general stars pinned to his epaulets should be Blood One of the Blood God Legion, the Merciless Douluo Cao Dezhi.
As for the major general on the right, he was the legion commander of the Blood God Legion, the Clear Mirror Douluo Zhang Huanyun.
The two of them had guarded the foremost frontline of the Endless Mountains year-round, guarding day and night against the movements of the Abyss Plane, and thus previously they had not left their posts to visit Huo Yuhao at the Spirit Pagoda.
However, though stationed at the border, their information was not blocked off; they had long heard rumors about Huo Yuhao having achieved divinity.
Yet facing a suddenly visiting Divine Rank powerhouse at this moment, what filled Cao Dezhi and Zhang Huanyun's hearts was not so much awe, but vigilance.
After all, they were also unsure whether Huo Yuhao, after achieving divinity, still maintained his original Heart-Nature.
If he truly conceived the notion of ruling the continent, with the mighty power of a deity, I'm afraid truly no one on the entire Douluo Planet could keep him in check.
This uncertainty made the expressions on the two men's faces appear exceptionally solemn, and the Spirit Power around them was also secretly gathered, making preparations to deal with any sudden changes at any time.
Huo Yuhao perceived the subtle guard hidden deep within their eyes, but he didn't mind. Instead, he smiled faintly, "You two needn't be nervous; I have no malicious intent in coming this time."
As he spoke, his gaze swept past the two of them and fell into the military camp below, looking at those figures standing sternly in the cold wind. His voice carried a trace of respect, "The Blood God Legion guarding this place has rendered great service through arduous work and are the heroes of the entire continent, however..."
He paused, turning his tone, "From now on, you all no longer need to guard this place."
As soon as these words were spoken, the surrounding powerhouses of the Blood God Legion were all stunned, exchanging puzzled glances with one another, clearly failing to understand where this remark came from.
Cao Dezhi frowned slightly. A thought suddenly popped up in his mind, yet he somewhat dared not be certain, so he asked in a deep voice, "Tower Master Huo, what do these words mean?"
Huo Yuhao didn't beat around the bush, his tone crisp and neat, "It means literally what it says."
Afterwards, he restrained the smile on his face, his expression turning solemn, "I will make a trip down to the abyss, and after that, there won't be any more Abyss Plane invasions."
Before his voice fell, the figures of the three Huo Yuhao had already vanished quietly before everyone like afterimages blown away by the wind, leaving only slightly rippling spatial ripples in place and a patch of silence.
In mid-air, the various powerhouses of the Blood God Legion looked at each other in dismay. After a good while, someone finally snapped back to their senses and asked uncertainly, "That sentence of his... what on earth does it mean?"
Cao Dezhi and Zhang Huanyun exchanged a glance, both of them suppressing a trace of undisguisable excitement in their eyes, clearly having read the profound meaning from Huo Yuhao's words just moments ago.
Zhang Huanyun took a deep breath, shifted his gaze toward the bottomless abyss cave below, and a smile slowly emerged at the corners of his mouth, "It means literally what it says."
He paused, his voice carrying a sense of relief-filled excitement, "He intends to completely resolve the calamity of the abyss with his own strength alone."
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