Chapter 199 Easily Resolved, Bai Yuhao Picks the Love-Sickness Heartbreak Grass.
The tension within the Temple of Poseidon eased slightly with the departure of the God of Destruction and the Goddess of Life.
The remnants of dark purple destructive power dissipated in the air, leaving only the blue-gold oceanic aura still echoing within the hall.
Xiao Wu stood before the throne. Looking at Tang San's slightly tired and helpless face, her originally sharp gaze gradually softened.
After Tang San's meticulous sophistry regarding "dimensional isolation" and "personality logic," her originally firm core question inevitably shifted slightly.
Although deep down she still felt that something was not right, especially the divine sense attribute that Bai Xuanzi had extracted, the unique fluctuations caused by the superposition of the two divine positions made her feel a sense of unease.
However, the bond between Tang San and her, which had lasted for ten thousand years, was too deep. The trust that had been ingrained in their very bones made her ultimately choose not to delve any further into the matter, caught between the truth and her emotions.
"Third Brother...maybe I'm being too sensitive."
Xiao Wu lowered her head, her voice a little hoarse.
"I hope it's really as you say, that 'he' in the white world is completely different from you."
Seeing Xiao Wu's reaction, Tang San finally relaxed a little.
He reached out and gently patted Xiao Wu's shoulder, saying nothing more, but simply turned his gaze back to the ever-changing scene in the sky.
At this moment, as the power struggle among the high-ranking officials of the divine realm came to a temporary halt, the celestial screen resumed playing, drawing everyone's attention back to the harvesting site at the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire.
[In the scene depicting the sky.]
The spring water of the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire continued to churn, and Bai Xuanzi's tall figure hovered in the void, the golden light from crushing divine thoughts still lingering on his fingertips.
Standing beside Huo Yuhao, Wang Dong'er gazed at the pure white acacia blossom, then at the solemn-faced Bai Xuanzi. After a long silence and intense internal struggle, she slowly raised her head.
"Elder Xuan, I'm sorry." Wang Dong'er's voice was soft, yet carried an almost stubborn calmness.
Bai Xuanzi frowned slightly, looking at the girl who had grown up under the protection of Bai Order, awaiting her answer.
"I understand you meant well for Yuhao, and I saw the divine thought you captured. However, in my understanding, I cannot simply choose to stop believing in Ancestor Tang San because of this."
Wang Dong'er took a deep breath and continued explaining.
"Just as you said, I haven't cultivated to the Divine Realm, and I've never even seen the true form of Tang San's ancestor in my entire life."
"The data you just mentioned about divine attributes and the cultivation level of a God-King sounds very reasonable to me, but from my perspective, it's all too distant and unfamiliar."
Wang Dong'er's expression revealed a bewilderment stemming from information asymmetry: "I cannot verify the authenticity of the divine realm archives, nor can I understand the mutations resulting from the fusion of divine positions. However, Tang San, our ancestor, is the foundation of my Haotian Sect for ten thousand years, the source of all the values I have built from childhood."
"Compared to these 'god-level parameters' that I don't understand, I'd rather believe in the faith passed down through my sect."
"Therefore, until I see my ancestor in person and receive his explanation, I don't know who to believe. I choose to maintain my original trust."
These words instilled a profound sense of absurdity in Bai Xuanzi, who had previously been brimming with confidence.
This is a closed loop of thinking created by long-term brainwashing. Even with overwhelming evidence, the person involved will choose to hide in the comfort of their faith because they "cannot verify the data with their own eyes."
Bai Huoyuhao stood to one side, his gaze fixed on the predicament of reality despite his cold indifference to the schemes of the divine realm.
He looked at the pieces of blood-red ice that had fallen onto the stone platform, then turned to Bai Xuanzi and said:
"Teacher, we can discuss the grudges of the divine realm another day. For now, the most important thing is to completely resolve the matter of picking the Acacia Heartbreak Red."
Upon hearing this, Bai Xuanzi looked at the immortal herb rooted in the black stone, a calm and confident smile appearing on his lips.
"What's so difficult about that?" Bai Xuanzi said calmly, as if the conflict of extreme attributes before him was nothing more than a minor mathematical problem.
Having said that, Bai Xuanzi immediately made his move.
He didn't use any fancy soul skills; he just waved his hand casually.
In an instant, a thick and pure golden divine light burst forth from his palm.
The moment this energy entered the air, it began to vibrate at an extremely terrifying frequency.
The order and rules of the entire area were forcibly reorganized, and the bone-chilling cold caused by the extreme ice that originally enveloped the Acacia Heartbreak Red was completely dissipated in an instant.
The speed of air molecules was forcibly accelerated by Bai Xuanzi using the power of order.
One moment it was an extremely cold place where your breath would freeze into ice, the next it became incredibly hot. This heat didn't originate from flames, but from intense friction at the surface of the matter.
"It's so hot! It's so hot!"
[The various immortal herbs around her sensed this almost miraculous temperature control and cried out in surprise.]
They discovered that, under this golden light, the surrounding physical parameters were precisely locked at the melting point.
[And that drop of heart's blood, which had frozen into a crystal due to the sudden increase in cold, fell onto the edge of the dark boulder. Under this precise heat, the frost on its surface melted away.]
The red crystals transformed back into warm, vibrant liquid blood, and under the guidance of the power of order, they regained the pure love that originally belonged to Huo Yuhao.
In the underworld.
When the Soul Masters saw Bai Xuanzi casually wave his hand to rewrite environmental parameters and forcibly break the deadlock, they were once again shocked.
"As expected, in the face of absolute power, the so-called rules and environment are insignificant." A titled Douluo from the underworld looked at the sky with admiration.
"If it were our Elder Xuan, he would probably be helpless in the face of such a situation where his life force is frozen, or he would have to let Huo Yuhao fight desperately on his own."
"But this Xuanzi of the White World doesn't even need to use his Martial Soul; he can manipulate the extreme energy of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well simply by controlling the order."
"Yes, this feeling of 'doing whatever you want' is what makes a true strong person," another Soul Master remarked.
"We used to think that picking the Acacia purpurea was a destined hardship, and that we had to go through self-harm and torment."
"Judging from Elder Bai Xuan's methods now, as long as one is strong enough, all the 'trials of suffering' are nothing more than an experiment whose parameters can be modified at any time."
"Bai Xuanzi is indeed so powerful that there is no room for criticism."
The Soul Masters of the Underworld were abuzz with discussion. In their conversations, they no longer dwelled on the conspiracies of the God Realm, but were instead captivated by this pure aesthetic of power.
[In the sky.]
Looking at the drop of blood that had regained its vitality, Bai Huoyuhao didn't hesitate. He guided the crimson drop precisely to fall into the pure white center of the Acacia Heartbreak Red flower.
[Buzz—]
The moment the blood touched the petals, the previously still acacia blossom trembled violently.
The vital essence, purified from external interference and preserved in its absolute vitality by Bai Xuanzi, rapidly seeped through the veins of the petals.
The entire herb emitted an extremely dazzling red and white light from within.
This light wasn't blinding; instead, it carried a warmth that could soothe the wounds of the soul.
The roots of the Acacia Heartbreak Red, which were originally integrated with the dark rock, shed a crisp sound after absorbing the blood containing love that transcended social classes.
[The acacia blossom, symbolizing heartbreak, has successfully recognized its master.]
Without any injury, without any self-harm, and without even causing Huo Yuhao to shed a second drop of blood, this legendary king of immortal herbs, which must undergo a life-or-death trial to be harvested, floated lightly into Bai Huo Yuhao's palm.
(End of chapter)