"I understand. I will be careful."
Emperor Tian thought for a moment, then nodded.
As the Federation's Vice Chairman and the War Temple Master, Chen Xinjie was seen by everyone as a staunch supporter of the Federation.
Given his consistent course of action, as long as the Spirit Transmission Tower did not overstep, the two sides would not conflict.
But with the identity of the Sea God lineage, everything became uncertain. Since Huo Yuhao had brought this up, he clearly also had concerns about Chen Xinjie's identity.
Seeing Emperor Tian's knowing expression, Huo Yuhao fell silent for a moment.
What I am concerned about may not be the same as yours.
Since Light and Dark Douluo had still stormed the Spirit Transmission Tower, presumably, a certain War Heaven Douluo had run his mouth again.
It also indirectly showed that Chen Xinjie and Long Yeyue had been involved.
Huo Yuhao shook off his thoughts and stopped thinking about it.
Compared to Chen Xinjie's stance, the three God-Slaying Grade soul tool shells were more important.
Although none of the God-Slaying Grade soul tool shells had succeeded in killing a god, Huo Yuhao would not underestimate these ultimate weapons of the Federation.
The Super Douluos and Title Douluos of Shrek and Tang Sect within the blast radius of the God-Slaying Grade soul tool shells had basically all died. Not to mention those below the Title level, and various secondary profession and technical talents. Shrek Academy had only managed to preserve some seeds, at the cost of Yun Ming sacrificing his half-divine seat and the Golden Tree perishing.
The explosion of a God-Slaying Grade soul tool shell in a city would bring devastating destruction, causing death in the millions or tens of millions. If one were stolen and used by the Holy Spirit Cult, no one could be held responsible.
The value of such weapons was to be used against the Abyss Plane and in continental crises. Using them within the Federation was wrong in itself.
Moreover, with his methods, he could completely extract the Metal Source from inside the God-Slaying Grade soul tool shells and remanufacture them, or make them into other weapons.
Thinking this, Huo Yuhao said, "Regarding the War Temple, I have some old friends there. Although they cannot participate in the War Temple's decision-making, they should be able to play a role in the defense of the God-Slaying Grade soul tool shells. If you have concerns about direct intervention, you can arrange for me to meet with them."
"Old friends?" Emperor Tian was taken aback. Then he thought for a moment and narrowed his eyes.
"I see. A few thousand years ago, it was you who arranged for them to join the War Temple."
"I just happened to run into them and pointed them toward a clear path," Huo Yuhao said with a smile.
Although he did not dare act too openly because of the Heavenly Tribulation, casually guiding a strange group along the way was hardly a problem.
A transaction. Mutually beneficial.
Emperor Tian looked deeply at Huo Yuhao. A look of thought passed through his golden vertical pupils.
He had thought Huo Yuhao had also fallen from the Divine Realm. Now it seemed that was not the case.
Then how had he survived these ten thousand years? Not becoming a god yet living ten thousand years seemed even more outrageous.
"Aren't you going to see her?"
Huo Yuhao's question snapped Emperor Tian out of his thoughts. He looked at the residence behind him.
"No need. I came for you today. Let my Lord rest peacefully."
After finishing his conversation with Emperor Tian, Huo Yuhao returned to his room. He pushed open the door. A sharp, clear chill rushed toward him. His gaze shifted slightly, landing on the left.
Moonlight streamed through the window lattice, casting dappled shadows on the wooden floor.
Snow Empress's divine consciousness, clad in a plain white long dress, stood quietly by the window. Her silver-blue long hair cascaded like a waterfall, the tips shimmering with a faint, icy crystalline luster.
"Don't worry. I'll take care of ordinary trouble for you. Ordinary fragments of divine consciousness are no match for me."
"...Was I that obvious before?" Huo Yuhao smiled helplessly.
Snow Empress's beautiful eyes looked at him. "You're planning to bring out your trump card early. How could I not see it? If you have troubles in your heart, just tell me."
Huo Yuhao walked to Snow Empress's side and looked out the window with her.
"It's not really troubles. I was mentally prepared after all."
Hearing this, Snow Empress's eyes flickered. "You said this place is home. Then rely on it more."
Huo Yuhao suddenly reached out and gently took Snow Empress's slightly cool hand.
"Where family is, that is home. You've reminded me many times. When I need to, I won't shoulder everything alone. Have I bothered you too much over the past two years?"
Snow Empress paused. A ripple appeared on her face. Her expression softened. "Yes."
The morning sun shone softly through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow on the kitchen's wooden floor. Huo Yuhao, wearing a dark blue
apron, was focused on stirring the spirit rice porridge in a clay pot. A faint fragrance slowly diffused in the kitchen.
Gu Yuena stepped onto the soft carpet. Her silver hair hung loosely over her shoulders. She leaned sleepily against the door frame, watching the scene in the kitchen, a faint smile on her lips.
"Awake?" Huo Yuhao didn't turn around. "Wait a moment."
Gu Yuena gave a soft "yes" and walked behind him, craning her neck to look into the pot. Her voice carried the lazy lazy of just waking up. "So fragrant."
Only then did Huo Yuhao turn his head to look at her. Seeing that she was still wearing pajamas, he raised an eyebrow. "You seem much more at ease here."
"I used to live here." Gu Yuena's amethyst eyes stared at the porridge. "I lived here not long after I woke up. Bi Ji and the others sometimes came too. It's more relaxing for me here."
"Is that so?"
Huo Yuhao nodded thoughtfully. He said softly, "Alright. Stop dawdling and go get ready. Breakfast will be ready soon. Teacher Li will arrange a flying car to take us to the Mecha Designer Association."
"Yes."
Gu Yuena nodded and turned to walk to her room. A moment later, she changed into a simple white long dress. Her silver hair fell softly over her shoulders. She sat quietly at the dining table, her cheek resting on her hand, her gaze following the busy figure in the kitchen, immersed in the warm atmosphere.
Over ten minutes later, in the morning light, after finishing breakfast, the two jumped into a hover car one after another, speeding toward the Mecha Designer Association headquarters.
The Mecha Designer Association headquarters. The towering silver-gray complex gleamed with a cold metallic luster in the morning light. Above the association's iconic spherical main building, a giant holographic projection hovered, continuously scroll scroll play play play the latest models of mecha demonstration footage.
The hover car slowly descended into the central square's parking area. Huo Yuhao and Gu Yuena got off and entered the Mecha Designer Association. Many admiring glances immediately came their way.
Gu Yuena, in her white dress, her silver hair like a waterfall shimmering in the sunlight, looked like an elf who had stepped out of a painting.
The two ignored the looks. They looked for Li Yucheng and eventually spotted him in the southeast direction.
With him were two other figures, one old and one young.
"President Li, you haven't come to report on work in two years. What brings you here today? Didn't you leave the work to Xia Haoxuan? Are you worried?"
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