Huo Yuhao did not tell anyone other than his wives and Xie Huanyue about his departure. His divine thought clone still held down the fort in Heaven Dou, supervising the development of the continent's situation.
The moment he stepped into the Dragon Realm, he looked back at the Douluo Continent once more. His gaze swept over the towering towers of Mingdu; scenes of building his core team and playing around with his female companions in the academy flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern. In the distance, the greenery of the Star Dou Great Forest faintly appeared, the habitat of countless soul beasts. Further away in the Extreme North lay the proving ground where he had narrowly escaped death multiple times and broken through his limits. And the bustling Heaven Dou City, the atmosphere of fireworks permeating its streets and alleys, carrying the ordinary and real lives of the people of the Douluo Continent. This continent was his root in this life, the source of his power. Even though he was about to travel far, that attachment was etched into the bottom of his heart like a brand.
The plane channel slowly closed, isolating the noise and sand of the outside world. Huo Yuhao walked briskly towards the Dragon Ascension Pillar. The cross-section engraved with the trajectory of his life flickered with nine-colored light, displaying various complex patterns and thought concretization images.
The small plane slowly left the atmosphere. At first, it slightly swayed like a fledgling bird flapping its wings to fly but appearing slightly clumsy.
But soon, as the gods of the Divine Realm joined hands to strike out a streak of divine power towards this small plane, it suddenly accelerated like a bolt of lightning tearing through the firmament, speeding towards the high altitude. The spatial edge rubbed against the atmosphere, emitting a sharp whistling sound, trailing a long tail of light behind it like a meteor streaking across the sky, illuminating the sky of the Douluo Continent.
On the Douluo Continent, the masses looked up at the receding light, only thinking it was an auspicious sign from the sea of stars passing over this continent.
Inside the Dragon Valley, Huo Yuhao manipulated the Dragon Ascension Pillar. His gaze pierced through layers of space, staring at the vast and boundless starry sky ahead, inevitably feeling somewhat excited.
The universe, this endless dark abyss, was at this moment a journey full of hope and challenges in his eyes. The stars flickered, seemingly close at hand yet unreachable. Like gems inlaid on the black canopy, they emitted a mysterious and alluring light.
As the Dragon Valley continued to accelerate, the outline of the Douluo Continent gradually blurred, turning into a tiny speck of light, and finally disappeared from his field of vision.
From now on, he would face the vastness and unknowns of the universe alone. In this boundless starry sky, there might be extraterrestrial civilizations powerful beyond imagination, unpredictable interstellar perils, and countless mysteries waiting for him to unravel.
But there was no fear in his heart. His second hometown had so many important people waiting for him, giving him endless courage.
With every breath, he could feel the integration of his body and the cosmic energy, as if this starry sky was slowly accepting him, the intruder. He felt something in his heart; could that thing be the power of chaos?
Wasn't the original Huo Gua's Eye of Eternity evolved from the Eye of Destiny after absorbing the power of chaos?
He carried both of his artifacts with him. The Rakshasa Demonic Scythe and the Angelic Holy Sword floated in the air, emitting a palpably powerful aura.
The Rakshasa Demonic Scythe was pitch-black like ink, like the concretization of an endless abyss. On the scythe's body, dark red demonic patterns twisted as if alive, emitting a strong evil aura. Every pattern seemed to recount the resentment of the souls it had devoured. The scythe's blade was incomparably sharp; with a slight tremble, it sliced through the air, emitting a spine-chilling shriek, as if thirsting for more blood and slaughter.
In contrast, the Angelic Holy Sword was white as snow, the blade crystal clear, flowing with holy golden radiance. At the hilt, a pair of angel wings stretched out, exuding a gentle yet majestic aura, seemingly able to dispel all darkness in the world, guarding the purity and light between heaven and earth.
Huo Yuhao stared at these two artifacts, light flickering in his eyes, containing the expectation of them completing their transformation. He took a deep breath and slowly raised his hands. Soul power surged from his palms like billowing waves, guiding the cosmic energy to envelop the two artifacts.
In the sky, the originally clear weather was instantly shrouded by the power of chaos. Dark clouds rolled, lightning flashed, and thunder roared. Purple-black chaotic lightning shuttled through the clouds like dragons, violently striking towards the ground.
The Rakshasa Demonic Scythe was the first to undergo changes. Wrapped in the power of chaos, the demonic patterns on the scythe flashed crazily, seeming to fiercely resist this external force. The dark red light and the purple-black power of chaos intertwined and devoured each other. The scythe's blade constantly twisted and deformed, emitting painful humming sounds.
Seeing this, Huo Yuhao gritted his teeth and increased his soul power output, trying to soothe this restless power. Under his efforts, the power of chaos gradually merged into the demonic patterns. The color of the demonic patterns became deeper and more profound, unexpectedly faintly revealing a trace of purple-gold light. In the originally pure evil aura, there was a bit more depth and mystery, as if transforming from a savage killing machine into a ruler controlling life and death.
At the same time, the Angelic Holy Sword was also restless under the baptism of the power of chaos.
The holy radiance collided with the power of chaos, splashing a sky full of light rain. The golden patterns on the blade leaped and struggled like burning flames, trying to resist the erosion of chaos.
Huo Yuhao did not dare to slack off in the slightest, distracting himself to guide a portion of soul power into the Angelic Holy Sword to help it stabilize its blade.
Gradually, the power of chaos penetrated the blade. The originally pure white became somewhat hazy, as if shrouded in a dreamy purple veil. The angel wings at the hilt also slowly glowed with purple-gold light. The edges of the wings seemed to be scorched by fire, becoming sharper. Every feather seemed to contain world-destroying power. The holy aura did not decrease but increased, yet it also gained a majesty that looked down upon all living beings.
As the power of chaos continuously surged in, the trembling of the two artifacts became increasingly violent. Huo Yuhao's forehead was covered in sweat, and his clothes were already soaked, but his eyes became firmer.
At this critical moment, countless battle scenes from the past suddenly flashed through his mind: the hot blood of fighting side by side with his partners, the unyielding spirit facing strong enemies, the absolute determination to protect his loved ones...
These memories transformed into an invisible force, supporting him to continue moving forward.
Suddenly, an earth-shattering explosion detonated in the Dragon Valley. The Rakshasa Demonic Scythe and the Angelic Holy Sword simultaneously burst with blinding light. The light shot straight into the clouds, actually tearing a rift in the chaotic dark clouds by force.
The two artifacts began to slowly fuse. The scythe and the sword intertwined, the demonic patterns and holy patterns weaving together to form a brand new, incomparably complex rune array, emitting a suffocatingly powerful aura.
During the fusion process, the space around the artifacts began to distort and collapse, forming tiny black holes that were instantly filled by violent energy. Huo Yuhao hurriedly took a few steps back and deployed a soul power shield to prevent being drawn into this dangerous energy vortex.
At this time, the shock in his eyes was beyond words. The evolution of these artifacts far exceeded his imagination, already reaching a level that subverted cognition. As the light gradually converged, a brand new Super Divine Tool emerged in the air.
Its form was somewhere between a scythe and a sword, possessing both the sharpness and domineering nature of the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe, as well as the holiness and majesty of the Angelic Holy Sword. The main body of the scythe-sword was purple-gold, flowing with a mysterious luster, seemingly containing all the mysteries of the universe.
The blade edge flickered with a cold gleam. One side curved like a scythe, incomparably sharp, capable of easily tearing space; the other side was straight like a holy sword, the blade engraved with ancient runes, emitting a holy pressure that could purify all evil.
At the hilt, a pair of wings combining the characteristics of angel wings and demon wings extended. The feathers on the wings were half white as snow and half dark as night. With a gentle tremble, the energy fluctuations emitted could cause ripples in the surrounding space.
Although this newly born Super Divine Tool had not yet stabilized, Huo Yuhao was already quite satisfied. There was still a considerable distance from Douluo to the Longma Galaxy, and this journey was enough for this Super Divine Tool to complete its final transformation.
Author's Note: The Dragon God Spear is for Gu Yuena to use, so the protagonist should also have his own Super Divine Tool by now. The fusion of the scythe and the sword had to be put on the agenda. Please look forward to what comes next.