Spiritual Ice Shadow God Huo Yuhao

At the peak of the Divine Realm, Huo Yuhao, the God of Emotions, stood with unparalleled power. He had risen from nothing, defying all odds to claim his rightful place among the gods. But the very people he trusted most—Tang San and Tang Wutong—had other plans.

Tang San’s golden trident pulsed with divine suppression, his Asura God aura drowning the space around them. Beside him, Tang Wutong’s radiant golden wings shimmered as she placed her hand on Yuhao’s chest. Not with love, but with greed.

A sudden force surged into Yuhao’s body. His divine essence—his Destiny, Spiritual Insight, and Luck—began to unravel.

Pain.

A pain deeper than anything he had ever felt. His power, everything he had worked for, was being stolen.

"Why…?" His voice was weak, his golden eyes filled with disbelief.

Tang Wutong’s lips curled into a smirk.

"I never loved you. This was all my father’s and my plan—to absorb your luck and elevate us beyond all gods."

Yuhao’s mind went blank.

Years of love, trust, and sacrifice—all of it had been a lie.

Tang San laughed coldly. "From the moment you were born, your fate was to serve the Tang Family. You rose too high, Yuhao. It’s time for you to disappear."

He raised his trident. "Die."

The divine weapon descended.

And Huo Yuhao fell

But as his divine soul shattered, a presence far beyond the Divine Realm awakened.

A cold, ancient voice echoed through the void.

"Huo Yuhao… forsaken. Betrayed. But your fate shall not end here."

Unlike the so-called God of Creation or Destruction, this being did not rule over the Divine Realm. It existed beyond its reach—an entity beyond even Tang San’s understanding.

The Spiritual Ice Shadow God

Huo Yuhao's eyes fluttered open, and he found himself in an endless void. The only thing that broke the monotony of the darkness was a blue screen hovering in front of him.

The screen flickered to life, displaying images of his past. Huo Yuhao watched in a daze as his life unfolded before his eyes. He saw himself as a child, playing with his friends in the streets of the Tang Sect. He saw himself growing up, training tirelessly to become one of the strongest soul masters of his generation.

But as the images continued to play, Huo Yuhao realized that something was off. Every major event in his life seemed to be manipulated by a mysterious figure. He saw this figure, the God King Tang San, pulling the strings from behind the scenes.

Tang San had changed Huo Yuhao's fate, manipulating him into serving the Tang Family. Huo Yuhao's eyes widened in shock and anger as he watched the truth about his life unfold.

The blue screen flickered and went dark, plunging Huo Yuhao into silence. He was left to process the revelations he had just witnessed.

An ancient voice echoed through the void, breaking the silence. "Huo Yuhao, child, I have watched you from the moment you were born. Your life has been marked by tragedy and manipulation. But I sense that you have the potential to forge your own destiny."

Huo Yuhao's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with questions. "Who are you?" he demanded. "What do you want from me?"

The ancient voice chuckled, the sound like thunder in Huo Yuhao's mind. "I am the Spiritual Ice Shadow God. And I want to help you reclaim your true identity and forge a new path, one that is free from the manipulation of Tang San and the Tang Family."

Huo Yuhao's heart skipped a beat. He had never heard of the Spiritual Ice Shadow God before, but something about the ancient voice resonated with him.

"What do I need to do?" Huo Yuhao asked, his voice firm with determination.

The Spiritual Ice Shadow God's laughter echoed through the void once more. "Ah, Huo Yuhao, the journey ahead of you will be fraught with danger and uncertainty. But I sense that you are ready. Are you prepared to face your destiny and reclaim your true identity?"

Huo Yuhao took a deep breath, steeling himself for the challenges ahead. "I'm ready," he said, his voice firm and resolute.

The void seemed to tremble with anticipation. The Spiritual Ice Shadow God's voice echoed through the darkness once more. "Then let us begin, Huo Yuhao. Your journey to reclaim your true identity and forge a new destiny starts now."

And with that, the void erupted into a swirling vortex of colors and lights, pulling Huo Yuhao into a world of uncertainty and adventure.

Huo Yuhao's vision blurred as he felt himself being pulled back into his past. He was ten years old again, standing in a desolate graveyard on a cold, rainy day.

In front of him was a freshly dug grave, and in his small hands, he held a small, wooden marker with his mother's name, "Huo Yun'er", carved onto it.

Huo Yuhao's eyes welled up with tears as he remembered the pain of losing his mother. He had been so young, so helpless, and so alone.

With trembling hands, Huo Yuhao placed the marker on the grave, his heart heavy with grief. He remembered the words his mother had spoken to him before she passed away, "Yuhao, my child, you must be strong. You must survive, no matter what."

As he stood there, the rain pouring down around him, Huo Yuhao felt a surge of anger and determination rise up within him. He would make those who had wronged him pay. He would take revenge on the Duchess, Dai Huabin, Tang San, and his daughter Tang Wutong, who had destroyed his family and ruined his life.

Huo Yuhao's eyes flashed with a fierce determination as he spoke aloud, "I'll make them pay... I'll make them all pay!"

As he spoke, the rain seemed to slow, and the wind died down. The graveyard grew quiet, except for the sound of Huo Yuhao's heart beating with a fierce resolve.

Three months had passed since Huo Yuhao began his cultivation journey. With the guidance of the Spiritual Ice Shadow God, he had made rapid progress, and his soul power had reached level 10.

Huo Yuhao's martial soul, the Spirit Eyes, glowed with an intense light, and he could feel his soul power coursing through his veins like a mighty river.

But Huo Yuhao knew that he couldn't stop there. He needed to compress his soul power, to refine it and make it even more potent. And so, he devoted himself to another eight months of intense cultivation.

As the months went by, Huo Yuhao's soul power began to stabilize, its fluctuations growing smaller and smaller. He could feel his soul power becoming more refined, more compressed, and more potent.

Finally, after eight long months, Huo Yuhao felt a subtle shift in his soul power. It had reached a critical point, and he could sense the compression taking effect.

Huo Yuhao's eyes snapped open, and he took a deep breath. He could feel the changes in his soul power, the way it had become more refined and potent.