#392 - They Are History (2 in 1)

"Outsiders, please leave now."

"Well, it's obviously the first time we meet, so why are you trying to chase me away right from the start?"

Listening to those cold words that seemed like an ultimatum, Huo Yuhao showed no intention of leaving. He just tilted his head and calmly stared at the illusory figure holding a sickle, which was completely condensed from purple miasma.

"I thought that Rakshasa God allowed us to come here because he wanted both sides to have a frank talk. Is it because I addressed you wrongly? It seems that I should call you His Holiness the Pope instead of Rakshasa God? Or is it better?"

He paused, and smiled as if he had glimpsed something hidden behind that strong attitude.

"You are so weak that you don't have the energy to do anything else. You can only use this bluff to make us leave? Your Holiness?"

With the unique perspective brought by spiritual detection, he could see the emotions of the last Pope of the Spirit Hall, who was famous in history, from beginning to end, and had seen through his weak nature.

As expected, after hearing his words, Bibi Dong's movements paused for a moment, and the hand holding the sickle subconsciously tightened a little.

But then she stopped herself in time and sneered mockingly.

"What a ridiculous fantasy. Are people ten thousand years from now so arrogant?"

"Whether you are arrogant or not, I can tell from your reaction."

Completely unaffected by the other party’s words, Huo Yuhao spread his hands and spoke to himself.

"Unfortunately, my teacher was once in a similar state of residual soul as you are now, so I happen to be quite familiar with this situation."

"Although the soul can avoid reincarnation, if it wants to exist for a long time, it must have something to rely on. Otherwise, it will fall into a deep sleep, or even completely disappear due to the gradual loss of power."

As he spoke, his eyes fell on the huge sickle in Bibi Dong's hand, and his voice was firm.

"So you chose to attach your soul to your own artifact."

“.”

Not paying attention to Bibi Dong's silence, he continued.

"However, unfortunately, although this method can prevent you from falling into a deep sleep, it cannot give you enough strength to protect the artifact left by your daughter, right?"

Unlike the Sword of Life that Yi Lao was attached to, which had vast life energy for him to expend and could even help repair his soul, the sickle that Bibi Dong was attached to could only prevent her power from being consumed out of thin air. Once she actively used her power, the consumption could not be restored by herself.

But just as Huo Yuhao said, if she didn't use her power, not to mention those soul masters who wanted to become gods would flock to fight for the Angel Sword left by Qian Renxue, even Tang San, who had already become a god, would not let go of this opportunity to get a divine weapon.

So in order to allow herself to last longer, Bibi Dong chose to use the characteristics of the Rakshasa Demon Scythe and began to absorb the power of the soul masters who died in Jialing Pass to maintain her own consumption.

This method was indeed very effective during the period just after her death, but as time went on, fewer and fewer unlucky people tried to set foot here. Even though she had reduced the consumption to the lowest possible level, she had only been able to replenish her strength occasionally in the past ten thousand years and was now almost at the point of exhaustion.

After a long silence, Bibi Dong's voice finally rang out again. Although she was no longer as stubborn as before, the vigilance in her tone was obviously stronger.

"What on earth do you want to do by saying this?"

"Well, are you so impatient to get straight to the point?"

Huo Yuhao smiled and tilted his head to gesture to Ye Guyi beside him.

Understanding his meaning, Ye Guyi immediately released the Holy Angel Martial Soul. Although she had not yet obtained the ninth soul ring, her cultivation had reached the bottleneck of level 90, and the wings behind her had already turned into three pairs of six wings.

The sacred golden light burst out from her body and actually briefly dispersed the miasma to a farther place. Even Bibi Dong was dazed for a moment when she felt the aura of Ye Guyi's martial spirit because of the faint sense of familiarity that emerged from the depths of her memory.

Just at this moment, Huo Yuhao's voice reached her ears again.

He could completely use the restored angel throne and the power of faith to create a god-given soul ring for Ye Guyi.

After all, this girl's martial soul is very unique. No matter what kind of soul beast the soul ring comes from, the soul skills finally presented are all fixed templates similar to the martial soul's true form. The god-given soul ring can be said to be tailor-made for her.

Originally, he just wanted to get a ninth soul ring, but he didn't expect that the artifact and the throne would be given as a package. Even Huo Yuhao felt happy from the bottom of his heart after seeing this surprise delivered to his door.

However, upon hearing this, Bibi Dong sneered, withdrew her gaze from Ye Guyi, and looked at him with a mocking expression.

"You already guessed that I was willing to expend my strength to protect the Holy Angel Sword. Why do you think I would let you take it away?"

"Or do you think that if you bring someone with an angel spirit, I will let down my guard and hand over my daughter's relics?"

"I'm sorry, you seem to have made a mistake. I never expected you to compromise because of this."

As if he had expected her to say this, Huo Yuhao’s expression did not change at all: “After all, even if you don’t agree, I won’t give up.”

"What? Do you think I can't do anything to you and plan to do whatever you want?"

She looked Huo Yuhao up and down, her eyes flashing with undisguised madness and determination.

"I don't know where your god-like power comes from, but why don't you think about it, if just having power is useful, why haven't I been dead for ten thousand years, and this thing hasn't fallen into the hands of your ancestor Tang San?"

"With my current strength, I may not be able to stop you, but before you succeed, I can easily destroy this angel's holy sword that has already reached its limit by self-detonation. If you insist on snatching it, the final result will be nothing!"

Unexpectedly, Huo Yuhao was not as angry as she had expected. He just glanced at her indifferently. His calm eyes seemed to see through her thoughts completely.

"I regret to tell you that this move of destroying both sides may work for Tang San, but for me, this price is not unbearable."

The reason why Tang San did not take the Holy Sword of Angels during these ten thousand years was not because he could not defeat Bibi Dong, but simply because the gain would not outweigh the loss.

For ten thousand years, the promotion channels of the entire Douluo plane have long been controlled by him. Not to mention that the angel god position has been broken. Even if someone is lucky enough to become the heir of the Angel God, unless he is trained as a subordinate by him, there is no possibility of becoming a god and being promoted to the God Realm.

Under this premise, there is naturally no need for Tang San to risk being punished by the God Realm after being exposed and forcibly obtain a divine weapon that is not particularly compatible with his own divine status.

Using other divine tools to feed himself? Couldn't he just use the power of faith to nourish himself?

Why take such a thankless risk?

Especially since this artifact is guarded by Bibi Dong, if she disagrees with him, she will choose to self-destruct along with the already broken Angel Holy Sword. Not only will this be a waste of time, but she may also be caught by the God of Destruction if she is not careful.

But the problem is that Tang San has these concerns, but Huo Yuhao doesn’t!

"Even if you destroy the Holy Sword of Angels, the Divine Throne contained in it will not disappear. I can still use it to seek sufficient benefits for my companions."

Having said this, as if to prove the credibility of his words, a golden light flashed between Huo Yuhao's eyebrows. Along with an indifferent voice, the breath of the Seed of the Plane flashed from his eyes.

"Of course, Your Holiness can also give it a try to see if I have the ability to do so."

With the seed of the plane, let alone the already shattered throne in the Holy Sword of Angels, as long as he wanted, he could even grab Bibi Dong's Rakshasa throne.

“…”

Bibi Dong didn't say anything. The moment she caught the breath of the Seed of the Plane, she realized that she had lost her bargaining card.

There was no outwardly threatening but actually weak intention, nor was there any humble begging in an attempt to gain even the slightest bit of mercy from the other party. After a brief silence, she calmly raised her head, stared at Huo Yuhao coldly, and spoke in a mocking tone.

"In that case, what are you waiting for? Go ahead and take my Rakshasa throne away as well."

"You can rest assured about this."

Huo Yuhao shook his head seriously: "Until we become enemies who will never stop fighting, my moral bottom line will not allow me to use such shameful means as robbery against someone I have no grudge against."

"As I said at the beginning, the reason I called you out is that I want both parties to have a frank talk. As for my behavior just now... well, you can understand it as me showing my sincerity."

Bibi Dong's expression froze, as if she had never seen such a shameless person before, and she laughed in anger.

"You call this showing sincerity?"

"certainly."

With a sense of superiority and arrogance, Huo Yuhao met Bibi Dong's cold eyes as if looking down at her.

"When you have an absolute advantage, you are still willing to sit down at the negotiation table and work out a reasonable solution that both sides can accept. Isn't this the so-called sincerity?"

"You may not believe it, but the reason I work hard to become stronger is to have more choices when encountering problems. But if after I have power, the only way I can do when encountering problems is to kill people, then what is the meaning of my pursuit of power?"

He paused, his expression suddenly becoming more sincere: "So I sincerely hope that you can accept the conditions I offer, so that this negotiation can end with a happy ending for both parties."

“…”

Bibi Dong was stunned. For a moment, she even doubted her own ears.

Where the hell did this lunatic jump out of?

You have such a pretty face, why the hell do you keep talking like a fool?

In just ten thousand years, has the Douluo Continent become so insane?

But then, she couldn't stop smiling and her tone was full of sarcasm.

"You actually tried to negotiate with a madman who ruled the continent ten thousand years ago. Should I say you are crazy or stupid? Since you have seen through my current state, you should also understand how many people I have killed in the past ten thousand years, right?"

She stared intently at Huo Yuhao's azure eyes, trying to find even the slightest sign of hesitation in them.

"Let alone robbery, even if you kill me here, no one will blame you, and even the whole continent will applaud you. Even so, you still want to make a deal with me?"

".Is there any necessary connection between the two?"

As if puzzled by her question, Huo Yuhao tilted his head in confusion.

"Whether what you did was just and righteous, or you did it simply to satisfy your own ambitions, it makes no difference to me. After all, you are just a piece of history from ten thousand years ago."

In the sudden silence, he calmly expressed his thoughts.

"The era ten thousand years ago created you and the Spirit Hall, but now a new era has arrived. No matter how hateful or pathetic you are, you are nothing but losers abandoned by the times."

"And now, it is my arrival that gives you an opportunity, an opportunity to participate in this era again."

"Will you guard your daughter's belongings until they completely disappear, or will you become my helper?"

Without any hypocrisy or lies, Huo Yuhao told her solemnly.

“The choice is yours.”

“.”

After listening to the conversation between the two, Ye Guyi's mouth pursed for no reason.

Looking back, it seemed that I was also moved by Huo Yuhao's few words, and finally joined the Holy Spirit Church in a daze, and worked like a slave for this guy.

She suddenly realized that she might be wrong.

This guy is a devil who can bewitch people with words. Why would he need the abilities of an evil soul master?

As expected, after Bibi Dong hesitated for several times, she finally seemed to have made a decision and closed her eyes.

"Tell me your terms."

Huo Yuhao was delighted.

Although he said that he didn't care whether the Angel's Holy Sword was scrapped, if there was a chance, who would refuse to get one more artifact?

Anyway, it's just a matter of talking a lot. It would be a waste not to do this kind of business that makes a lot of money with no investment.

"Well... you don't seem to be very interested in resurrection, so how about... killing your enemy Tang San?"

Huo Yuhao blinked his eyes and said, "It just so happens that he and I have a grudge against each other. How about using this as a condition?"

?

Could it be that this kid knows that Tang San and I have a grudge, so he said all this on purpose?

Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at Huo Yuhao with some suspicion.

"As far as I know, all spirit masters now regard Tang San as their faith. Let's not talk about whether your promise is credible. Even if you really have a grudge against Tang San as you said, you can't compete with him with your current strength."

At this point, she reminded him, "Even if you get the Holy Angel Sword and the throne from me, the ending won't change at all..."

But before she could finish, the rest of the words seemed to be stuck in her throat and she couldn't utter a single word.

It was seen that Huo Yuhao had a sickle in his hand that seemed to be made of countless large salt crystals glued together, and it was even larger than her Rakshasa Demon Scythe.

"Although it has completely changed its appearance, I believe you have noticed what its predecessor was, right?"

Of course Bibi Dong recognized it, even though it had changed beyond all recognition and its aura was no longer as sacred as before, the familiarity that emerged from the bottom of her heart still allowed her to recognize it at a glance. This was the trident that Tang San held ten thousand years ago.

But it was precisely because she recognized the origin of the Scythe of Sin that she felt particularly shocked.

“How did you do that?”

"This is an exclusive secret that cannot be disclosed to anyone."

Huo Yuhao chuckled as he put the sickle into his body, and reminded him in a playful tone: “It’s time to make a decision, Your Holiness.”

".How sure are you?"

"have no idea."

Huo Yuhao shook his head and gave a very frank answer. He couldn’t help but ask, “How sure are you? Does it matter?”

Bibi Dong seemed to be stumped by this question. After a moment, she couldn't help but laugh at herself: "Yeah, you, the real boss, aren't afraid, but I, a person who has already died, am still worried about these things."

As she was talking, she suddenly glanced at Huo Yuhao and asked meaningfully, "From the look of you, it seems that you don't just want the Angel's Holy Sword, right?"

As if he understood the meaning of her words instantly, Huo Yuhao’s eyes lit up: “Are you planning to give me the Rakshasa artifact as well?”

Bibi Dong choked. Although this was what she meant, she felt inexplicably annoyed when she saw this guy eating and taking things without even bothering to refuse.

"If you are willing, I can naturally pass on the Rakshasa throne to you."

Her tone was somewhat cold and hard: "Don't blame me for not reminding you, the Rakshasa God Position controls the same domain as the Shura God Position, but it is a lower level of killing authority. This means that once you inherit my God Position, you will be completely suppressed by Tang San."

"I see."

As if frightened by her tone, Huo Yuhao fell into deep thought, but soon he showed an expression of "I don't mind" and comforted her in a considerate manner.

"It's okay. After all, it's a god's seat. I can keep it for other companions."