"Time to Loot"

Under the bright moonlight, he repeatedly turned his hand over, admiring the colorful blade-shaped tattoo.

Then he suddenly remembered something important. Looking at the pile of black ash, his eyes nearly split with fury.

"Damn it, I forgot to loot the body."

"It's over. Amaterasu put him to sleep, so his Storage Soul Tool is probably gone too."

But since he was already here, he might as well take something back. He remembered that this guy seemed to have a Soul Bone on him.

"I wonder if the Soul Bone turned to ash."

With that thought, Huo Yuhao began rummaging through the pile of what could perhaps be called bone ash, hoping to find the Soul Bone inside.

Fortunately, Kagutsuchi had been used in time, and the Soul Bone had survived at the very bottom of the black ash.

It was a Left Arm Bone, its ink-black color exuding an air of mystery.

However, when Huo Yuhao raised it beneath the moonlight for a closer look, he discovered several cracks in the Left Arm Bone.

They must have been caused by Amaterasu's extreme heat.

"Hiss... It has a few cracks. It should still be usable, right?"

He was not entirely sure, but it should not be a problem.

After all, a Soul Bone on Douluo Continent was often passed down for over a hundred years. Huo Yuhao refused to believe that a Soul Bone would not suffer wear and tear over such a long time.

After looking at it for a while, he tried to put the Soul Bone into the bag on his back.

Only to find that the bag had been sliced open by some sharp weapon.

It had probably been cut by a sharp piece of iron while he was tracking Jiang Nannan across the roof beams.

Huo Yuhao felt rather awkward. He simply tossed the bag aside and tied the Soul Bone around his waist with a rope.

"Heh, I'm probably the only Soul Master this pathetic who doesn't even have a Storage Soul Tool."

Huo Yuhao had no intention of absorbing this Soul Bone.

He had no interest in the Soul Skill attached to it.

It was of no use to him.

Besides, this Soul Bone was probably not very old—at most ten thousand years, and very likely a Thousand-Year Soul Bone.

For a wild Soul Emperor to possess a Soul Bone at all was already like smoke rising from his ancestral graves.

Wanting a high-year Soul Bone on top of that was nothing but wishful thinking.

Of course, Huo Yuhao did not know that the pile of black ash had once been a prodigy qualified to compete in the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Competition.

Yu Hongzhi had once been an outstanding student of Zhengtian Advanced Soul Master Academy and had been selected to participate in the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Competition.

He had been a member of the Main Team, not the Reserve Team.

Back then, he had been high-spirited, challenging every powerful team on the battlefield alongside his teammates.

Their captain even possessed a pure Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul and was a prodigy of the Heavenly Dragon Sect.

Unfortunately, they were defeated by Shrek Academy in the semifinals.

Even so, because of his exceptional performance, the academy awarded him a ten-thousand-year Shadow Leopard Soul Bone.

But later, due to his talent, he remained stuck at rank sixty-nine, watching his former teammates advance toward Soul Douluo.

Even the juniors who had once followed behind him entered the Soul Emperor realm one after another. After realizing that he would never break through rank sixty-nine in this life, he gave himself over to depravity in Xuanfeng City.

Until Huo Yuhao killed him tonight.

Huo Yuhao shook his body to make sure the Soul Bone was tied securely.

"I'll find a chance to sell this Soul Bone in a bigger city and get some money."

"With money, I have to get myself a better Storage Soul Tool."

Before leaving, Huo Yuhao still refused to give up. He rummaged through Yu Hongzhi's ashes a few more times, confirming once again that there truly was nothing left.

"Ah."

As though it had heard Huo Yuhao's sigh, the blade in his right hand sent him a message.

"Human, return to, place."

"Dream, records everything."

Question marks practically appeared over Huo Yuhao's face as he communicated with it through his thoughts.

"You know where his Storage Soul Tool is?"

The blade continued sending messages.

"Don't know, but, Dream knows."

Huo Yuhao immediately perked up and walked over to the ashes. "Like this?"

"Mm."

"Human, summon."

Understanding what it meant, Huo Yuhao summoned the Remnant Dream Blade.

Then he gripped its white hilt, which shimmered with colorful waves.

"Human, swing."

Following its instructions, Huo Yuhao lightly swung the blade down.

That power capable of erasing everything appeared once more. A colorful door abruptly emerged in the empty space.

The doorway exhaled Colorful Bubbles into the outside world, each bubble reflecting a bizarre Dream.

Huo Yuhao could not help staring in a daze. He felt that something beyond the door was drawing him toward it, until the Remnant Dream Blade's voice called him back.

"Human, don't go, for now."

"Dangerous."

"At entrance, find, bubble."

"Then, accept."

The Remnant Dream Blade's broken way of speaking made him feel terribly uncomfortable, but fortunately, he could still understand what it meant.

Huo Yuhao searched for the relevant bubble and soon found Yu Hongzhi's bubble near the doorway.

It was easy to identify, because Yu Hongzhi's face appeared on its surface.

The moment he touched the bubble with the Remnant Dream Blade, a Light Screen appeared in his Sea of Consciousness almost instantly.

Through a third-person perspective, the Light Screen was recording and playing Yu Hongzhi's entire life.

The more Huo Yuhao's consciousness watched within the Sea of Consciousness, the more alarmed he became.

Of course, it was not because Yu Hongzhi's life had shocked him.

"It's too detailed."

What shocked Huo Yuhao was how detailed the information recorded above was.

From birth to death, everything had been recorded. The Light Screen even automatically divided his life into segments before playing them at an accelerated speed.

It was as if a person had been recorded by a hidden camera from the moment of birth, only stopping upon death.

"The Authority of [Dream] may be far more terrifying than I imagined."

"Human, don't fear. This is Rule."

"Cannot be defied."

Sensing his emotions, the Remnant Dream Blade took the initiative to comfort Huo Yuhao.

Indeed, there was no point dwelling on it now. One day, he would gain control of [Dream]'s great Authority. At that time, every secret contained within that Authority would be revealed to him.

Putting those thoughts aside, Huo Yuhao watched Yu Hongzhi's life as though he were watching a documentary.

He learned his name and where he had come from. He saw his joys, angers, sorrows, and pleasures, and he also learned why Yu Hongzhi had followed Jiang Nannan.

After the playback ended, Huo Yuhao returned his consciousness to reality.

He used the Remnant Dream Blade to close the doorway, then closed his eyes and processed the information.

"The Storage Soul Tool is hidden in the flowerpot to the left of the entrance to Ruyi Brothel in the East District. He planned to flee directly from the East District after finishing this job."

"The Mysterious Turtle Divine Pill and the Mysterious Water Pill, and Chen Wen..."

"You nearly got away, you brat."

Huo Yuhao put away the Remnant Dream Blade, leaped onto a roof beam without looking back, and left this scorched land behind.

What remained was a stretch of ground that looked as though it had suffered an Earth Dragon Overturn.

Only the black ash scattered by the night wind knew that a battle had once erupted here, and that a former prodigy Soul Emperor had fallen in the filthiest, most chaotic West District of Xuanfeng City.

Perhaps when his friends and family came looking for him, people would learn of his death. It would become a strange tale spoken of by others, until it finally faded from memory.

After a long while, a staggering figure approached. Her delicate body faintly revealed exquisite curves beneath the night sky.

The figure seemed to be searching for something, until she hurried to a corner and picked up a small slashed bag.