2: Chapter 2 Teacher… I am your student’s mother, it’s so good to have you.

"Who are you?"

"Where is this?"

"Why am I here?"

A series of weak but dignified questions echoed within Huo Yuhao's Spiritual Sea.

"Teacher!"

Huo Yuhao's voice carried an uncontrollable tremor and a sob. The little figure formed by his Mental Energy knelt heavily before that faint grey light. "Teacher, how are you? Do you still remember me? It's me, Yuhao!"

The grey light that had been called "Teacher" flickered once, its voice filled with even more confusion: "Teacher? I do not remember... having a student like you. Your Spiritual Sea... why is it so... peculiar?"

"Teacher, you..."

Huo Yuhao felt a pang of pain in his heart and understood instantly.

This was not the Undead Disaster Electrolux from his previous life who had already recovered part of his strength.

This was merely a wisp of a remnant soul, a fragment of a Divine Soul that had drifted into this World by chance, with even its memories incomplete.

He held back his tears and replied respectfully: "Teacher, your Divine Soul is severely damaged right now. You are in a safe Spiritual Sea. I am your disciple, Huo Yuhao."

"Huo Yuhao..."

Electrolux's Divine Soul fragment chewed on the name, seemingly searching for residual memories, but ultimately found nothing. "Forget it... I am extremely weak right now and need to sleep to recover. You... do not disturb me easily."

"Yes, Teacher!"

Huo Yuhao kowtowed heavily. "This disciple understands. Please sleep peacefully, Teacher. Once this disciple finds Life Gold for you, I will definitely be able to help you restore your origin!"

"Life Gold..."

Electrolux's voice became even fainter, as if the name had triggered something, but he was too weak to investigate. "Good... I... will wait for you..."

As the voice trailed off, the grey light fell completely silent, no longer emitting any radiance.

Like a speck of dust, it floated quietly within Huo Yuhao's Spiritual Sea.

Huo Yuhao stood up in his mental World, looking at the sleeping Electrolux, then looked towards another part of his Spiritual Sea.

There, a gigantic vertical eye, bound tightly by countless grey chains, was the Eternal Eye.

It was completely motionless, like a dead object, but Huo Yuhao could feel the terrifying power contained within it.

This was something the Plane Mother had given everything to help him bring back.

Besides these two things, a source of extreme cold power was hidden in the deepest part of his body.

That was the seed left behind by the Snow Empress at the very last moment, when she had injected everything she had into him.

In his previous life, it had taken him a long time to upgrade the Eternal Eye to a pseudo-super divine artifact; in this life, he was confident he could master it well.

Huo Yuhao's consciousness withdrew from the Spiritual Sea.

He opened his eyes abruptly, and what met his gaze was a dilapidated wooden ceiling, with a few rays of morning light squeezing through the gaps in the window, illuminating the dust dancing in the air.

The room was filled with a faint scent of herbs and mildew.

The furnishings were very simple: a wooden bed, a table with a missing corner, and two chairs were all there was.

He looked down and saw his own thin, slightly calloused little hands.

These were not the hands of a twenty-something God King, but the hands of a six or seven-year-old child.

He had returned.

He had truly returned.

He had returned to the day that changed the trajectory of his life: Spirit Awakening Day.

He closed his eyes and carefully sensed the situation within his body.

A weak but pure Soul Power was flowing slowly through his meridians. Judging by his experience from his previous life, it was exactly rank three innate Soul Power.

The space between his eyebrows felt slightly warm; his Spirit Eye had already silently awakened.

Everything was exactly the same as in his previous life, yet completely different.

He possessed complete memories of his rebirth and possessed combat awareness and knowledge far exceeding anyone in this era.

In his Spiritual Sea slept the future Undead Disaster, the god-level Eternal Eye was sealed, and the origin of a 700,000-year Spirit Beast lay hidden in his body. These were his true trump cards in this life.

"Creak."

The dilapidated wooden door was pushed open, and a figure hurried in.

"Yuhao, you're awake!"

Huo Yuhao looked up at the person who had entered.

It was a haggard-looking woman with slightly yellowish hair. The coarse cloth clothes on her body had been washed until they were a bit tattered, but her eyes were as gentle as water.

When she saw Huo Yuhao's eyes open, a relieved smile immediately appeared on her face.

It was Mom.

It was his young, still-living Mom, Huo Yuner.

Huo Yuhao's eyes instantly became wet.

In his previous life, his mother had passed away in his arms, ultimately due to accumulated illness and the underlying ailments left behind from years of oppression by the Duchess.

That was a pain he could never mend in his entire life. He had cultivated desperately and become a Divinity, yet he could never buy back his mother's smile.

"Mom..."

Huo Yuhao's voice carried a hint of a sob. He jumped off the bed and threw himself into his mother's arms, regardless of anything else.

"Mom, I missed you so much..."

He buried his face in his mother's not-so-warm and even rather thin embrace, greedily breathing in her familiar scent, which was mixed with the smell of herbs.

Huo Yuner was taken aback by her son's sudden action, but then she gently stroked Huo Yuhao's head.

She smiled and said: "Silly child, what nonsense are you talking about? Isn't Mom with you every day? Did you have a nightmare?"

Huo Yuhao did not answer, only held her tightly.

Yes, you are with me every day. In this life, I am very greedy. I want you to be with me every day, and I want you to live the best life. No one will be able to bully you ever again.

After a long while, he released his hold, looked up, wiped his eyes with his sleeve, and revealed a smile: "Mom, I'm fine now. Let's go."

"Hmm?" Huo Yuner was a bit puzzled.

"Isn't today Spirit Awakening Day? Let's go quickly, don't be late." Huo Yuhao's tone was calm, but his gaze was exceptionally firm.

Watching her son, who seemed to have grown up quite a bit overnight, Huo Yuner felt strange in her heart, but still nodded in relief: "Okay, hurry up and get dressed. Mom will wait for you outside."

...

The Spirit Awakening ceremony of the White Tiger Dukes Mansion was held in a side hall, specifically serving the servants within the mansion and the collateral children with no status.

The person presiding over the ceremony was an elderly Spirit Master of the Dukes Mansion, with a stern expression and rigid movements.

When it was Huo Yuhao's turn, he walked forward calmly and placed his hand on the black crystal ball.

The old Spirit Master injected a stream of Soul Power into his body, guiding the awakening of his Spirit.

Huo Yuhao only felt a heat between his eyebrows, and a cool sensation came from his eyes.

The World before his eyes instantly became incomparably clear; he could even see the tiny cracks on the distant wall.

"Spirit, Spirit Eye. Mental-type Spirit." The old Spirit Master's voice was without waves.

Then, he took out another blue crystal ball and signaled for Huo Yuhao to place his hand on it.

A faint blue light lit up from the crystal ball; the light was weak but extended steadily upwards, finally stopping at the "three" mark.

"Innate Soul Power, rank three." The old Spirit Master announced the result, his tone carrying a hint of imperceptible regret.

Whispers that could not be suppressed came from all around.

"Spirit Eye? What kind of Spirit is this? Never heard of it."

"Whatever Spirit it is, rank three innate, it's just trash aptitude."

"As expected of something born from that maid, can't make it to the main stage."

"Shh, keep it down, don't let the Duchess's people hear."

These discussions reached Huo Yuhao's ears clearly, but there was no expression on his face.

Trash?

In his previous life, didn't he carry this title of "trash" and walk step by step onto the altar of gods?

Aptitude is certainly important, but for someone like him who possessed two lifetimes of memories and countless trump cards, this rank three innate Soul Power was nothing more than a starting point.

What he truly cared about was his mother's reaction beside him.

Huo Yuner heard the surrounding discussions and that "rank three," and her face turned somewhat pale.

She gripped Huo Yuhao's hand tightly and whispered comfortingly: "Yuhao, it's okay. Even if it's only rank three, as long as you work hard at cultivation, you will definitely have a future."

Huo Yuhao held his mother's cold hand in return and looked at her earnestly: "Mom, do you believe in me?"

Huo Yuner was taken aback. Looking at her son's clear and deep eyes, there was no disappointment, no inferiority, only a kind of calmness and confidence she couldn't describe. She nodded involuntarily: "Of course Mom believes in you."

"That's good." Huo Yuhao smiled. "Let's go home."