Nine Years Old, Fourth-Rank Soul Engineer

After a long while, Huo Yuhao let out a long breath before slowly speaking.

"Elder Yi, according to the vague records in historical materials, the Soul Spirit System and core technology that laid the foundation for the Spirit Pagoda ten thousand years ago may perhaps... have been established with your assistance and guidance."

At this moment, the beings within his Spirit Sea—whether it was Xiao Yin, who had accompanied him for so long, Sky Dream Ice Silkworm, whose fate was bound to his, or even the newly awakened Electrolux—could all be considered people or soul beasts closely connected to him.

Besides, they already knew the secret of his ability to travel across ten thousand years of time and space, so there was naturally nothing he could not say.

Thus, facing Electrolux, whom he had only just met, Huo Yuhao chose to speak frankly.

Upon hearing this, Electrolux did not respond immediately.

The illusory figure in white robes fell into brief silence. His deep eyes looked outside once more, as though trying to determine whether any of this bore his handiwork.

A moment later, he withdrew his gaze. "A mere trace of vaguely familiar construction patterns, along with the one-sided records of later generations, is still insufficient to draw a conclusion."

"This matter... requires deeper observation and research before even a glimpse of the truth may be seen."

Huo Yuhao's eyes flickered slightly. Electrolux's rigor only made him more certain of his own judgment.

"Elder Yi is absolutely right."

While the iron was hot, he proposed a more constructive idea. "Then... would Elder Yi be willing to personally study this world's Soul Spirit System, using your unique perspective from the Otherworld and your understanding of Magic?"

"Perhaps your involvement and analysis will not only verify this connection to history, but also bring some unexpected changes—or even... breakthroughs—to this established system."

This suggestion had not been a spur-of-the-moment idea.

In fact, Huo Yuhao had always harbored doubts regarding the eventual "placement" of Sky Dream Ice Silkworm, this Million-year Soul Beast.

Now, Electrolux's appearance had allowed him to see more possibilities.

If Electrolux truly was the real founder of the Soul Spirit System, then perhaps further research might yield new discoveries.

Electrolux's eyes, which seemed capable of seeing through the essence of all things, quietly watched the youth before him.

There was neither scrutiny nor pressure in that gaze, only the gentleness of one who had weathered countless years toward a junior. A faint smile rested at the corners of his lips.

His ability to awaken so quickly from slumber had indeed depended on Huo Yuhao's constant hunting of soul beasts in the Spirit Ascension Platform over the past nearly twenty days to provide him with energy.

That steadfast temperament and selfless effort had already earned the preliminary recognition of this great expert from another world.

Moreover, he held an intense interest in the "Soul Power" energy operating in this entirely different world, as well as the Soul Spirit System within the Spirit Pagoda, which might share historical origins with his own existence.

Therefore, with almost no hesitation, Electrolux's illusory figure nodded slightly and uttered a concise yet forceful word. "Good!"

Huo Yuhao was overjoyed, his thoughts surging like a tide.

He immediately composed himself, and his consciousness instantly withdrew from the Spirit Sea.

Outside, in his private Quiet Room.

The lid of the Spirit Ascension Pod slid open silently, and Huo Yuhao slowly sat up.

After leaving the Spirit Ascension Platform, his consciousness sank into the Spirit Sea once more.

"Elder Yi, if you need anything, just tell me directly. I will make every arrangement possible."

Electrolux rather appreciated Huo Yuhao's decisive manner of handling things.

After pondering briefly, he spoke. "In that case, we shall begin at the very root. This old man first needs to personally observe a complete Soul Spirit fusion ritual."

Without the slightest hesitation, Huo Yuhao nodded. "No problem. I'll make the arrangements right away."

In the back workshop of Yuhao Soul Tool Shop in Xilai City.

Light filtered through spotless crystal windows, spreading evenly across the broad workbench.

Huo Yuhao leaned forward slightly, a sharp gleam flashing in his eyes. The ultimate vision granted by his Spirit Eyes Martial Soul worked in perfect coordination with his Mental Power, clearly reflecting every microscopic structure of the Soul Tool Core before him—no larger than his palm—deep within his consciousness.

His gaze was sharp and utterly focused, as though the entire world had condensed into this tiny space where metal and energy intertwined.

What he held was merely one of the most common standard Soul Tool Carving Knives available on the market, made from ordinary materials.

Yet in his hands, that ordinary carving knife seemed to have been endowed with some unbelievable magic.

The knife rose, then fell.

His movements were simple and swift, without the slightest excess.

The blade tip traveled along the predetermined Trajectory of the energy patterns, with a precision as though it had been measured countless times beforehand using the most exacting rulers and compasses.

Metal shavings drifted down in soft rustles. The carved grooves left behind were uniform in depth and width, their lines so smooth they seemed naturally formed.

Several minutes later.

As the final finishing curve was carved with precision, Huo Yuhao lifted his wrist slightly. With a soft tap, the carving knife was steadily returned to its rack.

He slowly straightened, gently releasing a long breath. The intimidating gleam in his eyes gradually receded as well.

He extended his right hand, the Soul Power lingering around his fingertips lightly touching the center of the newly completed Soul Tool Core.

"Weng..."

The intricate Soul Tool Array patterns upon the Soul Tool Core lit up one after another with a gentle blue glow, like a network of blood vessels infused with Life.

The light flowed smoothly without the slightest delay, rapidly spreading from the core point to the end of every pattern, ultimately forming a stable and complete Soul Tool light array.

Huo Yuhao showed little excitement as he looked at the Level 4 Soul Tool Core.

He only wanted a respectable income in this era ten thousand years ago, enough to give his mother a comfortable life, so he had not devoted too much time to Soul Tools.

Even so, he was now a genuine Level 4 Soul Engineer.

And he was... only nine years old.

Huo Yuhao steadily set the Soul Tool Core into the base of the Soul Tool Ray Gun he had assembled long ago, fitting it perfectly into place.

With several soft clicks as the latches locked, the energy circuits connected instantly.

A brand-new Level 4 paralysis Soul Tool Ray Gun gleamed with a cold metallic sheen in his hand.

Compared to the ordinary Level 1 and Level 2 Soul Tools in the workshop, this Level 4 creation was undoubtedly the most valuable item he currently had.

After carefully inspecting every component of the gun and its energy fluctuations, Huo Yuhao confirmed that everything was correct and stored it in the Storage Soul Tool he carried with him.

He rose to his feet and left his little shop.

After locking the door, he neatly hung a handwritten wooden sign reading "Temporarily Closed" outside.

He followed the sun-warmed stone path in front of the shop eastward. After only a few minutes, he turned into a quiet alley and eventually stopped before a two-courtyard brick residence.

Gray tiles, white walls, and a spotless door—this was the home he had bought a year ago with the money he had saved from selling Soul Tools.

Compared to the two cramped old rooms they had rented when they first arrived in Xilai City, this place was more spacious and bright, finally resembling a true home.

He pushed open the courtyard gate and passed several lush, well-tended potted plants in the front yard. The moment he stepped into the main house, the familiar fragrance of cooking washed over him.

"You're back? Go wash your hands. The food will be ready in a moment."

His mother, Huo Yun'er, wore a plain apron as she leaned out from the kitchen, a gentle smile on her face.

Huo Yun'er now had a healthy rosy complexion, clear and bright eyes, and a soft voice full of vitality.

The weariness and quiet endurance life and worry had once carved into her at the White Tiger Duke Mansion had long since been gently smoothed away by more than a year of stable, comfortable living.

The smile on her face came from the depths of her heart, a contentment blooming solely for this peaceful, warm life.

"Okay!"

Huo Yuhao's lips curled up unconsciously as he turned to wash his hands by the basin.

Cool water ran between his fingers. He Lifted his head and watched his mother's busy figure in the kitchen through the window lattice, then looked around the room. Though not luxurious, every corner radiated the warmth of home.

This kind of life...

Compared to his days at the White Tiger Duke Mansion, where his mother had been a cautious, overworked servant while his own status was awkward and his future uncertain...

And where they had constantly faced the cold stares and hidden threats from the Duchess's branch of the family...

It was better by who knew how much!

Here, they had freedom, dignity, the security earned through their own hands, and each ordinary yet happy day spent relying on one another.

After washing his hands, Huo Yuhao went over and sat at the dining table.

Before long, Huo Yun'er brought the steaming dishes to the table.