After roughly assessing the Ocular Power reserves in his newly evolved Mangekyō Spirit Eyes, Huo Yuhao came to a conclusion:
Low-cost ocular techniques like Kamui could be used quite a few times.
Even Amaterasu was manageable—
As long as he didn't go full "Sasuke" mode burning every passing dog, he could sustain it for a long while.
But something as heavy as Root Kingdom, akin to Izanagi in principle, could likely only be used four times before his Ocular Power ran dry.
And once depleted, he would have to refill it slowly, on his own.
"Right now, the most urgent thing is to increase my Spirit Power, fast."
Just like the panel mocked—
He had a supercar with a V8 engine,
but was a broke man feeding it soybean oil.
Sometimes, Huo Yuhao really had the impulse to grab the Skydream Ice Worm right now and refine it on the spot.
Sure, Skydream had zero combat ability, was the ultimate "boiling sheep," and even licked its own nemesis species…
But its level was high beyond reason.
Forget the quality of its Spirit Power—
the quantity alone was unmatched.
In the original novel, it was clearly stated:
No matter what age Spirit Ring Huo Yuhao absorbed, Skydream's million-year origin could forcibly raise all his rings to the ten-thousand-year level.
That thing was literally a living power bank.
If Huo Yuhao got Skydream and its million-year essence,
he could cast his Mangekyō abilities basically at will.
Some might object:
"But if your cultivation doesn't increase, your body can't handle that level of Spirit Power!"
Not wrong—
Skydream Iceworm did explode a Titled Douluo in the original timeline.
But Huo Yuhao had Root Kingdom.
With that eye technique, he could completely ignore all backlash.
As long as his Spirit Eyes didn't hit their limit, he was practically unkillable.
In short—
Once he got the Skydream Power Bank,
he could run rampant across Douluo Continent.
Even if he couldn't win, he could never be killed.
He'd long wanted to, with his own damn two hands,
ravage the entire academic world of Douluo, TMD!
Of course… all of that had to wait another year,
until the canonical encounter with Skydream.
And even after obtaining Skydream, he still couldn't flaunt himself publicly—
Because above his head loomed that pristine, aloof Tang Buddha.
That old thing watched Douluo Continent whenever he was bored.
There were also the two divine-rank guardians Tang San left for the Clear Sky Sect.
Sure, they couldn't use power above the plane's tolerance limit…
But who knew what little "special tools" Tang San had planted across the continent?
Most importantly—
Tang San could forcibly intervene in the lower plane.
Take Tang Wutong's ninth ability: Descent of the Sea God.
That wasn't even pretending anymore.
Even if the Divine Realm's authority wasn't fully his now, and the God of Destruction was restraining him—
Based on Huo Yuhao's understanding of the Douluo series,
the God of Destruction didn't have many brain cells.
Tang San being called the "God of Wisdom" wasn't baseless—
in the Divine Realm, very few were sharper.
So even if Tang San violated Divine Realm rules to interfere with the lower world,
at worst he'd get scolded by the God of Destruction.
A divine war was unlikely.
Until Huo Yuhao had power equal to that old dog, Tang San,
he needed to keep his head down and grow in secret.
...
After confirming his ocular techniques and physical condition, Huo Yuhao stood up, walked to the wooden door, and pushed it open.
Blinding sunlight fell across his pale young face.
His thin body stretched a long shadow across the ground.
As he walked, that shadow elongated, eventually falling upon a small flower growing by the shed window—
A flower he and Huo Yun'er had planted together.
The little flower swayed in the wind, as if wanting to say something—
perhaps asking the breeze to deliver its farewell:
"Take care on your journey."
In response, it received Huo Yuhao's loud, carefree laughter.
"Douluo Continent, I have arrived!"
...
Meanwhile, in the Divine Realm—
"Third Brother, how is Douluo Continent doing lately?"
The speaker was a stunning woman, bright-eyed, with her long hair tied into a scorpion braid. She looked toward the man in a luxurious blue robe, whose hair was the same deep azure.
Exactly—
Tang San, and his scabbard.
"The Divine Realm has passed a little more than twenty years.
On Douluo Continent… nearly ten thousand years."
He sighed softly, looking at the beauty beside him with tender indulgence.
"Tang Sect has declined greatly in this era."
"And Xiao Qi… truly makes people worry.
She snuck off to the lower realm again."
Xiao Wu leaned against Tang San, concern clouding her eyes.
Hearing her words, Tang San's mouth twitched fiercely.
He didn't know how to tell her—
That he had already split Xiao Qi's soul into three parts:
One left in the Clear Sky Sect as Wang Dong'er.
One placed into the body of the Star Dou Forest's Emperor Beast.
And one kept as an original backup.
How was he supposed to say:
"Xiao Wu, for our daughter's future,
I've sliced her soul apart.
She's technically dead in a certain sense…
but she'll have a brighter future!"
Impossible.
Even Xiao Wu—blessed as she was—knew that splitting a soul was essentially the same as killing someone.
As for why Xiao Qi's soul became three pieces—
Tang San did have a plan… in theory.
…Fine, he actually messed up.
He underestimated how delicate a soul was.
He originally wanted Xiao Qi to achieve one-soul-two-bodies, so she could have a true body and a beast clone without drawbacks.
Through the beast clone, he intended to seize the Spirit Beast race's luck and the Dragon God bloodline.
But when he confidently performed the attempt—
He immediately realized:
He screwed up.
Instead of one-soul-two-bodies, the soul simply snapped into two independent halves.
Realizing he had made a huge mistake, he knew he couldn't let the news leak.
He had to find a way to reunite the souls again.
Otherwise, not just Xiao Wu—
even the God of Life and God of Destruction might beat him senseless.
Those two had no children of their own, and treated Xiao Qi like half a daughter.
Thus, Tang San set his sights on the Child of Destiny, whom he had been monitoring, and decided to use his hands to accomplish this task.
He could only choose to make Huo Yuhao suffer a bit more.
Suppressing the twitch at the corner of his mouth, Tang San smiled at Xiao Wu:
"Don't worry. Xiao Qi will be fine down there.
She's under the protection of Da Ming and Er Ming."
Xiao Wu gave Tang San a loving kiss and got up.
"You're a Law Enforcer and one of the Five God Kings—
nothing can go wrong.
I'm going to meet Rongrong and the others."
Tang San watched her bounce away with a gentle smile.
Only when she vanished completely did he drop the expression.
His face darkened as he gazed toward Douluo Continent.
"I never expected the soul to be this complicated… I was careless.
Child of Destiny—don't disappoint me."
He prepared to observe Douluo Continent's fate flow again.
But the moment he tried—
He froze.
The fate of Douluo Continent was completely scrambled—unreadable.
"Who did this?! They are courting death!"
Unable to trace it through fate, Tang San tried using the Divine Realm Hub to forcibly locate the Child of Destiny.
"—Pfft!!"
He spat a mouthful of divine blood before he even saw anything.
"Backlash?!"
"The lower plane's will is being devoured by Father…
Its source of life is being replaced by Mother…
How could backlash possibly appear?!"
"This is impossible!
Who did it—Destruction?!"
The idea that the lower plane itself was resisting him never crossed his mind.
He could not imagine that Huo Yuhao's Spirit Authority ranked far above his own.
Tang San glared toward the God of Destruction's palace, eyes cold and venomous.
"Destruction, your reach is getting a little long."
"Do you truly intend to fight me?"