No matter what Bei Bei was plotting at the moment, Huo Yuhao still had him log off first to stabilize his cultivation.
Bei Bei's most important task now was still condensing his Soul Core.
The world today was no longer like it had been ten thousand years ago. Given Martial Souls of the same grade, the same cultivation level, and the same Soul Bone and Soul Ring configurations, a Soul Master with one additional Soul Core was far stronger than one without.
This strength was not merely reflected in combat endurance, but also in the density of Soul Power. The difference brought by a single Soul Core could even surpass the enhancement provided by one or two high-quality Soul Bones over fifty thousand years old.
But Huo Yuhao soon had something new to attend to, because Da Jiao had come to summon him.
"Who... are you?"
At the center of the Spirit Realm, Da Jiao, Huo Yuhao, Qian Daoliu, and the others surrounded Tang Hao's soul.
Tang Hao's eyes were unfocused. After staring blankly for quite some time, he finally looked at them with a stammer.
"I'm Huo Yuhao, the unlucky bastard your son has always wanted to deal with. This is the Spirit Realm."
Huo Yuhao looked at Tang Hao, whose three souls and seven spirits were unstable and whose Mental Power was utterly scattered. After hesitating for a moment, he answered him anyway.
"Son? How could I have a son? Isn't this the Clear Sky Sect? Wasn't I supposed to leave the sect with Brother He for training?"
Tang Hao looked around in terror. Compared to the Clear Sky Sect, Star Luo City, and the other places he knew, this place was simply too unfamiliar, too dreamlike.
A world made of azure mist, white phantoms flying about everywhere,