A Level 4 flying Soul Tool, half a meter long and half as wide, was more compact and refined than the standard-issue flying Soul Tools used by the military, with superior performance in every aspect.
An Zhen had gotten it from the Nine Treasures Pavilion.
More precisely, Ning Tian had prepared it for An Zhen's vacation plans.
As a Rank 40 quasi-Soul Ancestor, using a Level 4 Soul Tool was effortless for An Zhen.
After several months of twenty-four-hour automated cultivation, though a considerable portion of each day yielded only half experience, with Innate Full Soul Power, the boost from the Virtual World, and nonstop cultivation, An Zhen's cultivation had far surpassed that of his peers.
"I suddenly feel like you brat is quite suited to using Soul Tools."
After leaving Shrek City, An Zhen used the flying Soul Tool to travel. The scruffy old man followed at a certain distance beside him, gnawing on a chicken leg in midair and looking utterly relaxed.
Xuan Zi suddenly recalled that this little fellow had once said that his World Martial Soul could store Soul Power.
"I think so too."
"You like Soul Tools?"
"Elder Xuan, would you dislike having a more convenient tool?"
Xuan Zi fell silent, his somewhat cloudy eyes looking at the young man with his arms spread wide as he enjoyed the sensation of flight.
If nothing unexpected happened, this little fellow would become either the next or the following Sea God Pavilion Head. His attitude would determine the direction of Shrek's future development.
"One's own strength is the most important thing." Xuan Zi took a drink of wine before speaking.
"Of course."
In An Zhen's view, both Douluo Continent, which rejected Soul Tools, and the Sun Moon Empire, which placed too much emphasis on Soul Tools, had