Douluo Continent, the center of the Undead Demi-plane, was currently shrouded by two diametrically opposed, vast, and great powers.
On the left was death, deep as an eternal night; it was the manifestation of a law where all things reach their end and return to silence.
Grey-black currents of energy spiraled slowly, and wherever they passed, space itself seemed to sigh softly, entering an eternal slumber.
Occasionally, pale points of light flickered within, which were the purest fragments of memory from countless living beings before their passing.
On the right, however, was life, as vigorous as the rising sun.
Emerald green radiance surged, carrying the ancient majesty unique to the Dragon Clan and the resilient vitality of a new sprout breaking through the soil.
Within the radiance, dragon shadows faintly drifted, vegetation grew wildly, and there were miniatures of stars being born and annihilated.
Every ray of light contained the primal power of restoration and creation.
The two forces collided, intertwined, and merged violently in the central area, forming a massive grey-green vortex.
At the core of the vortex, a slender and handsome figure sat cross-legged; it was none other than Huo Yuhao.
His eyes were tightly shut. Between his brows, the original Necromancy rune and the imprint of the Eye of Life had changed. Replacing them, when the Eye of Life opened, there was a slowly rotating, blurry two-colored Taiji pattern—one half symbolizing death, the other symbolizing life.
Each rotation caused the entire Undead Demi-plane to tremble slightly.
In the Dragon Valley secret realm, which had long since been merged with him, thousands of dragon souls issued silent dragon roars in unison; there was sorrow, but also the joy of rebirth.
About a hundred miles from the central area, on an observatory constructed from dragon bones and undead crystals, five figures were gazing intently into the distance.
The old man leading them had white hair and a white beard, but his face did not look overly aged; instead, it possessed a gentleness and wisdom born from experiencing the vicissitudes of life.
He wore a simple grey robe and held a staff with a strange grey gemstone embedded at the top.
Most striking were his eyes; his left eye was as clear as a youth's, filled with the light of wisdom and inquiry, while his right eye was a bottomless abyss of grey darkness, as if carrying the whispers of thousands of undead and the accumulation of time.
He was the Necromancer Saint, the Undead Disaster—Electrolux, though he had not yet attained Divinity.
At this moment, his strange eyes were piercing through the turbulent energy currents, clearly "seeing" the situation at the center of the vortex.
Beside him, four women of distinct charms stood side by side.
The woman on the left wore a silver dress with faint dragon-shaped patterns embroidered on the hem.
She had a tall figure, an unparalleled countenance, and silver-purple hair that cascaded to her waist, with tiny specks of starlight adorning the tips.
Most unique were her eyes; her left eye was a clear purple, and her right eye was a brilliant silver. As her gaze shifted, it was as if suns, moons, and stars were being born and dying within them.
Her aura was noble and cold, and a faint breath of life naturally permeated her body. She possessed multiple laws circulating within her, yet she also contained the majesty of a Dragon Clan monarch.
Strangely, however, her face was somewhat pale, as if her primal power had been damaged.
This person was the Silver Dragon King, Gu Yuena.
In the Dragon Valley, she had completely refined the origin left behind by the Dragon God and achieved the Goddess of Life, only half a step away from the supreme God King realm.
The woman on the right was dressed in sharp golden athletic wear, outlining a fit and explosive figure.
Her hair was a brilliant gold, not a soft pale gold, but the color of gold forged in a scorching sun. Her long hair formed large waves behind her head, making her look heroic and imposing.
Her eyes were pure gold, with vertical pupils, full of wildness and the pressure of power—a symbol of the Golden Dragon Spirit evolving to the extreme and the atavism of her bloodline.
She was Wang Qiuer, once the Emperor's Auspicious Beast of the Star Dou Great Forest, now the Golden Dragon Queen who controlled ultimate power.
In the Dragon Valley, she and Gu Yuena had absorbed the power left by the Dragon God together, allowing her bloodline to fully awaken and sublimate.
At this time, she was already a level 99 Titled Douluo, only one step away from becoming a Divinity, but like Gu Yuena, her face was somewhat pale, as if her primal power had been damaged.
The reason for their condition was that after Huo Yuhao sought life out of death, they feared he would not awaken, so they injected the origin containing infinite vitality within their bodies into Huo Yuhao to seek a glimmer of survival for him, which led to the damage to their origin.
To the right of Wang Qiuer was a tall woman in a white dress.
She seemed like a woman who had walked out of ice and snow, with ice-blue hair reaching her waist, skin whiter than snow, and a faint chill lingering around her.
Her eyes were also ice-blue, as clear as ten-thousand-year ice, and at this moment, she was gazing into the distance, her eyes filled with both anticipation and heartache.
She was the Ice Empress—Snow Empress, looking about seventeen or eighteen years old, very young, but she was already a Super Douluo.
Standing directly in front of Electrolux, slightly to one side, was a woman in a pale orange palace dress.
Her face was gentle and beautiful, but between her brows was a calmness and wisdom accumulated from long-term control of power and strategizing.
This person was Orange. Her cultivation level was the lowest among the five, having just broken through the nine rings to become a Titled Douluo.
At this moment, facing the power in the distance that caused even the laws of the demi-plane to fluctuate, she could not perceive the details inside as clearly as the other four. She could only see the earth-shaking phenomenon, and a thick sense of worry and anticipation could not help but rise in her heart.
She turned slightly and asked the old man beside her respectfully, her voice trembling slightly, barely detectable:
"Senior Electrolux, looking at this movement... has my husband succeeded?"
Electrolux's gaze remained fixed on the distance. Upon hearing this, a smile of extreme gratification appeared on his wrinkled yet powerful face. He nodded slowly, his voice gentle and affirmative:
"Indeed. Yuhao's divine soul has completely awakened, and his will is guiding the final fusion. Now is the most critical and stable moment."
He paused, his grey and white eyes revealing memories and emotion: "The laws of life and death are two of the cornerstones that make up the operation of the World. For him to reach this step and bring these two diametrically opposed yet interdependent forces under control—the hardship involved far exceeds the promotion of ordinary Divinities."
Under Electrolux's guidance, Huo Yuhao had mastered Necromancy, which was also the key to his becoming the God of Death.
It was precisely because of the law of death that even though Electrolux had not attained Divinity, his sensing of Huo Yuhao was much more accurate than that of Gu Yuena and the others.
With Electrolux's level, it would be very simple to attain Divinity. When Huo Yuhao sought life out of death, the vacated God Position of the God of Death could have been inherited by him immediately, but he feared Huo Yuhao would not succeed, so to be safe, he did not inherit the God Position.
Now that Huo Yuhao had succeeded, he had no more worries.
Upon hearing this, Orange's face instantly bloomed with incomparable excitement, her eyes even slightly reddened, and she murmured:
"That's great... That's really great... Yuhao has finally... finally succeeded!"
She thought about these past years, how her husband had faced life and death countless times and walked on the edge of extinction and rebirth in pursuit of this unprecedented path, and her heart felt both lingering fear and indescribable pride.
Although Gu Yuena, Snow Empress, and Wang Qiuer did not speak, their tense postures clearly relaxed.
In Gu Yuena's magnificent eyes, a flash of relief and heartfelt joy flickered.
Wang Qiuer's tightly clenched fists slowly loosened, and in her golden vertical pupils, burning emotions almost overflowed.
Snow Empress breathed a sigh of relief, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, clearly very happy about this news.
They had all personally witnessed and participated in this long and lonely climb of Huo Yuhao.
Just as the four were emotionally stirred, the scene in the central area in the distance changed abruptly!
The massive grey-green vortex accelerated its rotation violently, and then contracted rapidly inward!
The vast energy no longer leaked out but, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, frantically surged toward the figure sitting in the center.
Huo Yuhao's body seemed to have turned into a bottomless black hole, greedily devouring all the power of the laws.
His aura began to climb, transform, and transcend at a terrifying speed!
On the observatory, a bright light shone in Electrolux's eyes: "It's about to happen!"
Gu Yuena and Wang Qiuer also held their breath. Orange tightly clutched her clothes.
In an instant, all phenomena disappeared.
The central area became clear, with a tranquility as if all things had just begun.
Huo Yuhao's figure appeared clearly.
He slowly opened his eyes.
His left eye was a deep grey, like gazing at the end of all things, the return to the ruins of death.
His right eye was an emerald of vitality, as if containing the beginning of everything, the flourishing of life.
As his eyes opened and closed, there was no oppressive divine light; instead, there was a calmness of returning to simplicity.
But just by sitting there, his whole body naturally flowed with a supreme artistic conception of completeness and reincarnation.
The power of life and death achieved a perfect balance and cycle within his body; he was both the beginning and the end of reincarnation.
He stood up, his movements natural and fluid.
His skin, which had been slightly pale due to long-term seclusion, regained a healthy luster, and his black hair fluttered without wind, the tips occasionally flashing with a trace of grey or emerald.
He felt the vast, unprecedented divine force surging within him—it was a more essential power of the World that transcended mere life or death.