bookbashuk Chapter 37 The Far North
Chapter 37 The Far North
Chapter 38 The Far North
Thanks to the fact that the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm was already deeply bound to Huo Yuhao's spiritual origin, it could be described as a "half-soul spirit".
Therefore, the formal contractual integration process proceeded smoothly and naturally.
Under Electrolux's precise guidance, the complex soul resonance, primal connection, and imprinting of rules were efficiently and stably completed in a single, seamless process within minutes.
The Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm officially became Huo Yuhao's soul spirit, and in his sea of consciousness, it could be said that it truly possessed the "right of legal residence"!
The entire process of soul fusion, as Electrolux said, was quiet and efficient.
Even Huo Yun'er, who lived in the same courtyard, did not notice anything unusual in her son's room.
Inside the room, Huo Yuhao slowly opened his eyes.
A fleeting glint of warm, jade-like white-gold light flashed in the depths of his eyes.
He got up and got out of bed, quietly sensing the soul power flowing within his body.
A thought subtly stirred within me.
Buzz————
Three spirit rings quietly appeared beneath his feet, spiraling upwards in sequence.
The two bottom rings are a deep black, like the night sky; these are ten-thousand-year soul rings!
A Soul Master who has just broken through to level 30 has two black Soul Rings that represent ten thousand years.
If anyone in the current Soul Master world were to witness this, it would cause a huge uproar, because it goes against common sense!
However, if anyone were to focus their gaze at this moment, they would notice that his third one was even more extraordinary.
Huo Yuhao's third spirit ring appears white, but it's not the white of a ten-year spirit ring.
It was a lustrous and warm white soul ring, like a piece of the finest mutton fat jade!
Moreover, unlike common spirit rings which seem to be merely illusory formed from light, it gives people a sense of roundness, solidity, and tangible reality.
Huo Yuhao himself was also amazed by the texture of this spirit ring. He subconsciously stretched out his finger and gently touched the edge of the white jade-like spirit ring with a bit of curiosity.
I could actually feel a clear and warm touch on my fingertips!
After a brief moment of surprise, he realized that this must be the difference between a million-year spirit ring and a spirit ring.
Even knowing that he could become a god in the future, the overwhelming excitement of possessing a soul that had lasted for millions of years still overwhelmed his usual composure.
With a slight thought, his third spirit ring shimmered with a gentle white light, and his spirit skill, Mental Detection, was activated!
A silent ripple spread outwards from him in an instant.
The world has completely changed in his "eyes".
It was no longer a simple combination of sight, hearing, and touch, but a holographic, three-dimensional, and incredibly detailed torrent of information that flooded directly into his mind.
The exact distance between the door and his toes was 2.3 meters. He only glanced at it, and this precise number appeared directly in his mind without any need for measurement or calculation.
The old tree outside the window, every leaf swaying in the wind, its amplitude, frequency, and even its subsequent trajectory, are like clear lines, interwoven into a dynamic spectrum, presented to him "before his eyes".
The movement of the wind, the drifting of dust, the refraction of light in the smallest details—nothing can escape its sight.
Even though there was a courtyard wall between them, he could clearly see his mother, Huo Yun'er, bustling around in the backyard.
Before this, even if I knew I possessed the effects of this soul skill, no matter how I imagined it in my mind, it was far less than a fraction of the shock I felt now, personally immersing myself in this God's-eye view that transcends the five senses and allows me to control the whole situation!
After the initial shock, Huo Yuhao instantly realized the various uses of this soul skill in combat and forging.
This single soul skill is enough to be called a divine skill!
Just as Huo Yuhao was immersed in the infinite possibilities brought by his new ability, a cautious voice rang out in his sea of consciousness, interrupting his thoughts.
"That one—Yuhao."
Tianmeng Ice Silkworm blinked its small eyes and asked, "Now that you've successfully broken through to the Soul Venerable realm, do you think we should—make a plan on when to set off for the far north?"
Its tone was full of longing and a hint of barely perceptible eagerness.
It has longed for Hyotei for tens of thousands of years!
Huo Yuhao felt an overwhelming sense of anticipation for the second martial soul he was about to acquire.
The Spirit Eye Martial Soul is indeed extraordinary and powerful, often able to defeat enemies invisibly, and even decide victory or defeat in a single thought.
But this "elegant" fighting style, after a while, inevitably makes people feel that it lacks a bit of realism.
Yes, it feels real.
It's a kind of exhilarating experience where power collides head-on with power, skill clashes fiercely with soul skill, causing flesh and bones to tremble and blood to boil.
Instead of seeing the enemy "gone" after just one glance, the combat experience is definitely lacking.
However, despite his anticipation, Huo Yuhao was by no means someone who would be swayed by impulse.
The far north is a forbidden zone for life. Countless powerful beings have been buried beneath the millennia-old ice. Its dangers far surpass those of the outer reaches of the Star Dou Great Forest.
"No rush."
He spoke slowly, his voice revealing no trace of anxiety.
"The far north is no ordinary place; we must make thorough preparations before setting off."
Nine-year-old Huo Yuhao has already developed a maturity far beyond that of his peers.
Despite his burning desire for a second martial soul, which surged like an undercurrent beneath the ice field, he suppressed his restlessness and prepared methodically for two whole months before finally embarking on his journey north.
In the past two months, he has traveled back ten thousand years to the future once again.
He also specifically searched and studied a large amount of historical materials about the far north in the Spirit Pagoda Library, since no one knew what he would encounter on this journey north.
After traveling back ten thousand years, Huo Yuhao made all the necessary preparations and then left Xilai City.
Of course, in order not to worry his mother Huo Yun'er, Huo Yuhao still told a white lie.
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He didn't say he was going to the dangerous far north; he only said he was going to another place to buy supplies for a soul tool shop.
Huo Yun'er knew her son's strength, so she only reminded him to be careful.
At this moment, Huo Yuhao found himself in the far north, a true forbidden zone for life.
Looking around, all that could be seen was one color: a blinding white.
The cold wind didn't just blow; it was like billions of invisible ice blades, emitting sharp howls and relentlessly slicing through everything.
The boundless ice field stretched to the horizon, merging with the low-hanging, lead-gray sky.
The place is deathly silent, empty, and indifferent, as if filled with an absolute rejection of all life.
On this white wasteland that seemed to have been forgotten by the world, Huo Yuhao's figure, wrapped up tightly, was as small as a snowflake, as if he could be completely swallowed up by the ancient cold and loneliness at any moment.
Huo Yuhao was wearing a specially made soul-guided cold-proof suit, with the outermost layer covered by a thin, gauze-like fabric that shimmered with a lustrous jade-colored luster.
That was the remains of the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm after millions of years, a supreme treasure in the world for its natural ability to ward off the cold and isolate soul power fluctuations.
Therefore, despite the absolute low temperature outside that was enough to freeze blood, Huo Yuhao's physical sensation remained within a comfortable range.
He walked forward in silence, each step leaving a footprint on the hard, iron-like ice behind him, which was soon buried by the swirling wind and snow.
The only accompaniment was the monotonous sound of footsteps and the howling wind, as his figure stretched out a lonely straight line across the vast ice plain.
However, at this moment, his spiritual sea was quite different from the loneliness of the outside world; it was extremely lively!