[As If Hearing Immortal Music] (White Common): Your voice was incomparably melodious, the most wonderful melody in the world.
As the white light slowly faded, Wu Yong drew another white trait that could have made him a superstar in modern society.
If he took the path of a singer, he could become a legendary god of song.
At worst, being a resident singer at a bar would not have been bad either.
"Sixty percent chance. Drawing a white trait is normal."
Having just recovered his soul power, Wu Yong was exceptionally calm.
A few genuinely useful traits were enough. Too many would only leave him conflicted over which ones to equip.
Of course, Wu Yong had no choice in the matter. He had no control over the drawing process and could only leave it to fate.
Since he could not change the result of the draw, he might as well adapt to it.
Wu Yong closed his eyes and continued tempering his soul with Sea Tide.
This nearly sleepless, relentless cultivation and tempering allowed Wu Yong's soul to advance at a rapid pace.
In just half a year, he felt that the Heavenly Realm soul he had once found utterly unattainable was no longer far away.
He could only say that he had the Diode and Little Fairy's poison to thank. Otherwise, Wu Yong would not have dared to train like this.
If it had been anyone else, they would have been crippled in less than half a month.
Even an Eighth-rank Alchemist would have suffered severe damage to their soul by tempering it the way Wu Yong did.
It seemed as though taking in the Snake-Person Race would leave Wu Yong with many matters to handle. In reality, he did not need to concern himself with any