"Let's just say that Mother of All Souls hadn't misjudged you from the very beginning. You truly are the turning point we've waited ten thousand years for."
Huo Yuhao could only smile bitterly at Da Jiao's words.
Along the way, when had anything ever truly been easy for him?
The danger of licking blood from a blade's edge, the unpredictability amid flashing swords and clashing steel—there was simply no guarding against it all.
If he wanted the finest Soul Tool manufacturing techniques, he had to earn the approval of a top instructor at the Sun Moon Royal Soul Tool Master Academy, receive their wholehearted tutelage, then turn them against the academy under its very watch and talk them into leaving.
If he wanted the finest Soul Tool materials, he had to infiltrate more than one Treasure Vault beneath the noses of the Sun Moon Imperial Army and the Holy Spirit Cult, securing vast reserves of Rare Metal.
Or he had to withstand the combined assault of an army of a million soul beasts, several Beasts, and over a dozen soul beasts older than a hundred thousand years, drive back Di Tian—the strongest man under heaven—on the frontal battlefield, force him to sign a treaty, and open up mineral resources.
And the Soul Spirits, Soul Bones, and every scrap of foundation Huo Yuhao possessed had all been won by risking his life.
To reach this point, one needed strength, courage, ruthless decisiveness, and just a little luck.
Fortunately, he lacked none of those things.
"Senior Da Jiao, I came this time mainly to take care of several matters."
Huo Yuhao politely explained his purpose to Da Jiao, who had no objections.
"Once you're done with those matters, remember to bring that girl named Tang Ya to find me. Mother of All