Bonus Chapter. Enjoy!
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Yuhao laughed and said, "In front of Aunt Leng, these undead creatures are naturally too weak. However, the strongest one here is a Bone Dragon King, which is enough to rival a rank ninety-five Super Douluo. Does Aunt Leng want to see it?"
Leng Yaozhu raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, a hint of surprise flashing in her phoenix eyes. She hadn't expected that such a powerful existence existed in this Undead Plane. A rank ninety-five Bone Dragon King would be considered a powerhouse even on the Douluo Continent.
However, she ultimately shook her head. "Like those skeletons from just now, they are all undead creatures, just a bit stronger. There's nothing much to see."
Then she changed the subject and said, "For you, the most important thing about this Undead Plane is to perceive the power of the Laws here. This will be of great benefit to your future godhood."
She knew that Yuhao's future was not limited to being a Titled Douluo, nor was it limited to being a Limit Douluo; becoming a god was his goal.
As a demi-god powerhouse, although Leng Yaozhu knew that the Divine Rank was just an extravagant hope for her, she had her own understanding of it.
Yuhao's current strength far exceeded his peers and even Spirit Masters of the same rank, but on the path of how to become a god, there were still many journeys to take.
He needed to learn, he needed to explore, and he needed to accumulate. His path was still very long.
So, although he didn't quite understand it yet, he still nodded solemnly.
Leng Yaozhu didn't say much more. Some things were not for the current Yuhao to consider; it was better to let him relax for a few more years.
Her smile was full of affection as she said, "Let's go, time to head back!"
Yuhao nodded and with a wave of his hand, a tall gateway appeared before the two of them.
One after the other, they stepped into this portal of light. Their figures gradually blurred in the light and finally disappeared. The portal of light also dissipated, as if it had never existed.
The Undead Plane returned to its usual deathly silence.
After a brief moment of mental trance and the familiar dizziness faded, light returned to Yuhao and Leng Yaozhu's eyes.
However, when the surrounding scene clearly entered their eyes, they both froze in unison.
The room before them was completely different from the one they had left a moment ago.
There was no cool white soul tool lighting like in the Spirit Pagoda, but a warm and soft honey-yellow—the final glow of the setting sun.
There were no soul tool technological creations gleaming with metallic luster, no faint hum of constant-temperature formations, and no soul tool alloy plates engraved with complex patterns on the walls.
The construction of this room was primarily wood. The walls were made of dark brown wooden planks joined together, and beneath their feet was a slightly loose wooden floor.
The air didn't have the chill of being filtered by a soul tool purifier; instead, it was filled with a faint scent of wood and the unique, mellow aroma of age.
Leng Yaozhu frowned slightly. She turned her head to look at Yuhao beside her, only to see that his face was also filled with shock. His expression even held a few more degrees of trance and disbelief than hers.
Leng Yaozhu asked in a deep voice, "Where is this?"
Yuhao's gaze continued to drift to every corner of the room. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his lips quivered slightly. Only after a long while did he manage to squeeze out a few words: "This is... my home."
Leng Yaozhu's phoenix eyes flickered, and her heart skipped a beat.
Yuhao slowly turned his head and met Leng Yaozhu's gaze. His expression still carried a shock that was hard to fade. He opened his mouth, then closed it again.
Finally, he spoke a complete sentence: "My home... from Ten Thousand Years ago."
The suspicion that had already been faintly present in Leng Yaozhu's heart crashed into certainty with these words.
In those eyes of hers, which were always calm and self-possessed, an irrepressible tremor of shock involuntarily surged at this moment.
She had actually followed Yuhao and transmigrated through Ten Thousand Years of time to this World of Ten Thousand Years ago!
Yuhao stood in place, the thoughts churning in his mind like a sea whipped up by a hurricane, crashing over him in layers, making him momentarily unable to react.
He never imagined that the Transmigration would be completed this time when he and Leng Yaozhu entered the Undead Plane.
Based on his nearly one hundred previous Transmigrations, Yuhao had already summarized some experience: he could only bring himself and things that had already merged with him through the Transmigration.
For example, the Spirit Souls in his Spiritual Sea, or the battle armor fused into his flesh and blood.
Other external objects simply could not transmigrate through these Ten Thousand Years of time and space with him.
But today, Leng Yaozhu had transmigrated with him to this World of Ten Thousand Years ago.
There was only one explanation: the Undead Plane was controlled by Yuhao, just like the space within his Spiritual Sea. Therefore, the Undead Plane was considered a part of his body, not an external object.
That was why Leng Yaozhu, who was inside the Undead Plane at the time, was able to come to this World of Ten Thousand Years ago.
The more Yuhao thought about it, the more excited he became, and the light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.
If this was the case, then the people he could bring weren't limited to just Leng Yaozhu.
As long as he let others enter the Undead Plane first and then triggered the Transmigration, theoretically, he could carry anyone through these Ten Thousand Years of time and space.
Once this thought took root in his mind, it was like a wildfire being ignited, surging upward.
Compared to Yuhao's excitement, which was almost overflowing at this moment, Leng Yaozhu had already calmed down.
She stood in the room with her hands behind her back, her mental force spreading out silently in all directions like a tide.
A moment later, she withdrew her perception. Looking at Yuhao's face, which could hardly hide his excitement, she had already guessed most of what he was planning.
Precisely because she had guessed it, she had to pour a bucket of cold water on him at this critical juncture.
She looked at Yuhao and said slowly, "This is ultimately not the World I belong to. I have already felt the entire heaven and earth rejecting me."
Upon hearing this, the smile on Yuhao's face instantly froze.
He was silent for a moment, and the surging excitement in his eyes gradually settled, returning to his usual calm and restraint.
He and Leng Yaozhu sat down, and he couldn't help but ask, "Aunt Leng, what do you mean by that?"
Leng Yaozhu's tone was steady and calm: "From the moment we set foot in this World, I have been perceiving the feedback this World gives me."
"In this time and space, whether it is the speed of Cultivation or the recovery of Spirit Power, it is only half of what it is Ten Thousand Years later."
She paused, her gaze falling on the sky outside the window that seemed no different from Ten Thousand Years later.
"The more I circulate my power, the more obvious that sense of rejection becomes, because this World recognizes that I am not a person of this time and space."
She spoke simply and clearly, without any unnecessary embellishment, and Yuhao understood immediately.
The calmed-down Yuhao leaned back in his chair and shook his head helplessly, a disappointed bitter smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. "I was thinking that with Aunt Leng here, the establishment of the Spirit Pagoda Ten Thousand Years ago could be much smoother."
His assumption wasn't wrong. If Leng Yaozhu had no restrictions in this World, then with her, the Vice Tower Master of the Spirit Pagoda, overseeing things, many issues could indeed be bypassed in the process of building the Spirit Pagoda from scratch.
Seeing Yuhao's rare expression of loss, Leng Yaozhu laughed softly. "Have faith in yourself. Haven't you been doing very well even without me?"
Yuhao looked up, meeting Leng Yaozhu's smiling eyes. He was silent for a moment, then nodded solemnly.
Leng Yaozhu was right. Along this journey, many people had provided him with help.
But his efforts and his talent were equally indispensable.