N-A-A Chapter 264 Leng Yaozhu: I also...time-traveled?!
Chapter 264 Leng Yaozhu: I also...time-traveled?!
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Huo Yuhao laughed, "These undead creatures are naturally too weak in front of Aunt Leng. However, the strongest one here is a Bone Dragon King, which is comparable to a level 95 Super Douluo. Would Aunt Leng like to take a look?"
Upon hearing this, Leng Yaozhu raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in her phoenix eyes.
She hadn't expected that there would be such a powerful being in this undead plane. The level 95 Bone Dragon King would be considered a powerful figure even in the Douluo Continent.
However, she ultimately shook her head: "Just like those skeletons from before, they're undead creatures, only a bit stronger. There's nothing to see here."
Then she changed the subject and said, "What's more important for you in this plane of the dead is to perceive the power of the laws here. This will be of great benefit to your future ascension to godhood."
She knew that Huo Yuhao's future was not limited to being a Title Douluo or a Limit Douluo; becoming a god was his goal.
As a demigod, Leng Yaozhu knew that reaching godhood was just a pipe dream for her, but she still had her own understanding of it.
Huo Yuhao's current strength far surpasses that of his peers and even other Soul Masters of the same level, but he still has many journeys to go on the path to becoming a god.
He needs to learn, explore, and accumulate knowledge.
His journey is still long.
So even though he didn't quite understand, he still nodded solemnly.
Leng Yaozhu didn't say much. Some things were not for Huo Yuhao to consider right now. Let him relax for a few more years.
Her smile was full of kindness as she said, "Let's go back!"
Huo Yuhao nodded and casually waved his hand, and a tall gate appeared in front of the two of them.
The two stepped into the gate of light, one after the other.
Their figures gradually blurred in the light and eventually disappeared.
The gate of light vanished as if it had never existed.
The plane of the dead has returned to its former desolation.
After a brief moment of disorientation and the familiar dizziness subsided, Huo Yuhao and Leng Yaozhu regained their sight.
However, when the surrounding scene came into clear view, the two of them were both stunned.
The room before them was completely different from the room they had left moments before.
Here, there is no cold white soul-guiding light like in the Spirit Pagoda, but a warm and gentle yellow, the last glow of the setting sun.
There were no gleaming metallic soul-guided technology artifacts around, no faint hum of constant-temperature magic arrays, and no soul-guided alloy plates with intricate patterns engraved on the walls.
The room is constructed primarily of wood, with walls made of dark brown wooden planks and slightly loose wooden floors underfoot.
The air lacked the crisp coolness of a soul-guided purifier; instead, it was filled with a faint woody scent and a unique, warm aroma that came with the passage of time.
Leng Yaozhu frowned slightly. She turned her head to look at Huo Yuhao beside her, only to see that his face was also full of shock, and his expression was even more dazed and incredulous than hers.
Leng Yaozhu asked in a deep voice, "Where is this?"
Huo Yuhao's gaze continued to wander over every corner of the room. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his lips moved slightly. After a long while, he managed to squeeze out a few words with difficulty: "This is... my home."
Leng Yaozhu's phoenix eyes flickered slightly, and her heart skipped a beat.
Huo Yuhao slowly turned his head and met Leng Yaozhu's gaze.
His expression still held a lingering shock; he opened his mouth, then closed it again.
Finally, he uttered a complete sentence: "My home ten thousand years ago..."
Leng Yaozhu's long-held suspicions were abruptly confirmed by these words.
A barely concealed shock welled up in her usually calm and composed eyes.
She actually traveled through ten thousand years with Huo Yuhao and arrived in this world ten thousand years ago!
Huo Yuhao stood there, his mind churning with thoughts that crashed against him like waves whipped up by a hurricane, leaving him momentarily speechless.
He never expected that this time, the time travel would take place while he and Leng Yaozhu were entering the plane of the dead.
Based on his nearly one hundred previous transmigrations, Huo Yuhao had accumulated some experience. He could only bring himself and those things that had become one with him with him when he transmigrated.
For example, the souls in the sea of spirits, and the battle armor integrated into flesh and blood.
Other external objects simply could not travel through this ten thousand years of time and space together.
But today, Leng Yaozhu and he traveled together to this world ten thousand years ago.
Then there's only one explanation: Huo Yuhao has control over the undead plane, just like the space within his spiritual sea.
Therefore, the undead plane is considered part of his body, not an external object.
Therefore, Leng Yaozhu, who was in the plane of the dead at that time, was able to come to this world ten thousand years ago.
Therefore, Leng Yaozhu, who was in the plane of the dead at that time, was able to come to this world ten thousand years ago.
Huo Yuhao became more and more excited as he thought about it, and the light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.
If that's the case, then he can bring more than just Leng Yaozhu with him.
As long as someone else enters the undead plane first and then triggers the time travel, theoretically he can carry anyone through this ten-thousand-year time span.
Once this idea takes root in your mind, it's like a wildfire that's been ignited, shooting upwards rapidly.
Compared to Huo Yuhao's almost overflowing excitement, Leng Yaozhu had already calmed down.
She stood with her hands behind her back in the room, her spiritual power spreading silently in all directions like a tide.
A moment later, she withdrew her senses and looked at Huo Yuhao's face, which was filled with barely concealed excitement. She had already guessed most of what he was planning.
Because she had guessed it, she had to pour cold water on him at this critical juncture.
She looked at Huo Yuhao and slowly said, "This is not the world I belong to. I can feel the entire world rejecting me."
Upon hearing this, Huo Yuhao's smile instantly froze.
He remained silent for a moment, the excitement surging in his eyes gradually subsided, and he returned to his usual calm and composure.
He sat down with Leng Yaozhu and couldn't help but ask, "Aunt Leng, what do you mean by that?"
Leng Yaozhu's tone was calm and composed: "From the moment we set foot on this land, I have been sensing the world's response to me."
"In this time and space, both the speed of cultivation and the recovery of soul power are only half of what they are ten thousand years later."
She paused, her gaze falling on the sky outside the window that seemed no different from what it would be ten thousand years later.
"The deeper I circulate my energy, the more pronounced the sense of rejection becomes, because this world recognizes that I am not from this time and space."
She spoke simply and clearly, without any unnecessary embellishment, and Huo Yuhao understood her immediately.
After calming down, Huo Yuhao leaned back in his chair, shook his head helplessly, and a bitter smile of disappointment appeared on his lips: "I was thinking that with Aunt Leng around, the construction of the Spirit Pagoda from ten thousand years ago would go more smoothly."
His idea was not wrong. If Leng Yaozhu had no restrictions in this world, then with her as the deputy tower master of the Spirit Pagoda in charge, the creation of the Spirit Pagoda from scratch would indeed save a lot of trouble.
Seeing Huo Yuhao's rare expression of disappointment, Leng Yaozhu smiled gently.
"Believe in yourself. You're doing just fine without me, aren't you?"
Huo Yuhao raised his eyes and met Leng Yaozhu's smiling eyes.
He was silent for a moment, then nodded solemnly.
Leng Yaozhu is right; many people have helped him along the way.
But his hard work and his talent are equally indispensable.