It could be said that throughout Huo Yuhao's journey, nearly everyone—including every faction—had done nothing but revolve around eight words.
Life and death, success and failure, right and wrong, honor and disgrace.
Of the factions that could truly rise above those eight words, Shrek Academy counted as half of one, and Sun Moon Royal Soul Tool Master Academy counted as half as well.
One possessed the conviction to make eradicating Evil Soul Masters its mission, while the other had the determination to devote everything to exploring the ultimate path of Soul Tools.
Only such conviction and awareness could keep a massive faction from forever sinking into the filth of petty scheming.
Whether people or factions, they needed full stomachs before they had the strength to do anything. That was an objective law, and Huo Yuhao did not deny it.
After all, even Huo Yuhao, before formally embarking on the path of a Soul Master, had crawled through latrines for a few Silver Soul Coins and gnawed on cold rice balls frozen solid for several nights.
What Huo Yuhao truly could not understand were those major factions that had already escaped the struggle for basic survival, yet still did the same things as ordinary people—stuffing everything they could grab into their mouths first, worrying about being full before anything else.
The foremost example was the Sun Moon Empire of this era.
To the Sun Moon Empire, all the results produced by Sun Moon Royal Soul Tool Master Academy fell into two clearly distinct categories.
One was quality products, creations that could shine brilliantly in war.
The other was called junk: Soul Tools that could not appear on the battlefield at all.
Everything under heaven became selfish motives. That was what left Huo Yuhao most disheartened.
Perhaps after Ju Zi took over