Soul Tool Ring +1

Huo Yuhao ignored Tian Meng's suggestion, steadying his mind and pushing the precision of his Spirit Detection to the absolute limit of his current control.

Invisible threads of spiritual energy acted like the most sensitive antennae, centering on him to meticulously scan every inch of land, every stone, and every fallen leaf within a hundred-meter radius.

Soon, his spiritual power locked onto a specific location—three feet beneath a slightly protruding rock at the base of an inconspicuous ancient tree.

The soil and rock structure there showed extremely subtle, non-natural signs of disturbance, and it faintly emitted a trace of soul power and spatial fluctuation that was extremely weak, nearly dissipated, yet hauntingly familiar to him.

"Found it." A sharp glint flashed in Huo Yuhao's eyes.

With a flick of his will, his spiritual power condensed intensely, transforming into an intangible yet substantial "drill" that bored straight toward the locked position!

The marvel of spiritual power was on full display here; it did not cause physical destruction but instead permeated the tiny gaps in the soil and rock like flowing water, precisely enveloping the target.

Soon, under the guidance of his spiritual power, an object broke through the shallow soil and slowly floated up before Huo Yuhao.

It was an archaic silver-gray ring, simple in style without any ornate decorations. Its surface was covered in a thin layer of dirt and oxidation, making it appear dull and unremarkable.

"The aura on this..." Tian Meng's voice sounded again, filled with a trace of surprise and sudden realization, "It seems to be from that unlucky Title Douluo who was blown to bits by big sister!

Is this ring his? It still retains a faint trace of his soul power imprint and spatial attribute fluctuations."

"Mm."

Huo Yuhao replied softly. He extended his left hand and used his thumb to gently wipe away the dust on the ring's surface, revealing the slightly dull yet extraordinary metal beneath.

As his fingertips brushed against the cold surface of the ring, a complex and indescribable emotion flickered deep within his eyes.

In his past life, this ring had been one of his greatest aids in growing rapidly during his early days.

Not only did it contain a portion of that unlucky Title Douluo's lifelong collection, but it was also his primary means of learning about Soul Tools, acquiring resources, and overcoming crises.

It could be said that without the contents of this ring, he might have faced even more hardships in his previous life, perhaps never even surviving long enough to encounter his later fortunes.

The cycle of fate had brought it before him once again.

Huo Yuhao no longer hesitated and slid the ring onto the index finger of his left hand. The ring automatically adjusted its size, fitting perfectly.

Immediately, he calmed his mind and channeled a wisp of pure spiritual power, cautiously probing the ring.

A faint, almost imperceptible silver-gray light flashed across the surface of the ring—the residual soul power imprint of the original owner had long since become extremely fragile due to the passage of time and the owner's death. Under the impact of Huo Yuhao's spiritual power, which was comparable to a Soul Elder after merging with Tian Meng, it shattered quietly like the final layer of thin ice.

The next second, Huo Yuhao's consciousness felt as if it had been sucked into an independent and vast space.

It was a three-dimensional space roughly the size of an ordinary indoor basketball court. The interior was not pitch black but emitted a soft, mysterious glow from an unknown source, making it easy to see the situation inside.

The air was filled with a faint, mixed, and peculiar scent: the crisp fragrance of medicine intertwined with the cold, hard smell of metal, mixed with a hint of old parchment and special grease, giving one the anticipation of a sealed treasure about to be opened.

Huo Yuhao's "gaze" swept rapidly across the space.

The first thing to enter his "sight" was a small mountain of golden coins piled in the corner—Gold Soul Coins!

A rough estimate suggested there were at least tens of thousands of them, piled there and emitting an alluring luster of wealth.

This was a massive fortune, enough for an ordinary soul master family to live in luxury for a lifetime.

Next were several sturdy wooden shelves leaning against one side of the space.

On one of the shelves, pieces of metal of various sizes and shapes were neatly arranged.

Some were as black and heavy as iron, some as silver and bright as snow, some as red as fire, and some as deep blue as the sea... A quick glance revealed dozens of them, including many rare metals that were expensive on the market, and even two or three that emitted unique energy fluctuations—they were clearly extremely rare and precious metals!

These were core materials for crafting high-level Soul Tools, and their value was immeasurable.

On another shelf, more than a dozen jade and porcelain bottles of various sizes were displayed.

Small labels were pasted on the bottles; the handwriting had faded somewhat, but it was still legible.

Huo Yuhao's spiritual power swept over those labels.

Mystic Water Pill, Soul Ascension Pill, Foundation Strengthening Pill, Detoxification Powder, Golden Sore Medicine... The "Mystic Water Pill" in particular was a precious medicine with miraculous effects for low-level soul masters to cleanse their marrow and improve their Innate Soul Power. Even at the Sun Moon Imperial Soul Master Academy or Shrek Academy, it was not something ordinary students could easily obtain.

Besides these, there were some miscellaneous items in the space: a few sets of spare clothing of decent quality, some dry rations and water (long since spoiled), a few old books on soul beast encyclopedias and continental geography, and a set of basic tools for crafting Soul Tools...

Just as Huo Yuhao was about to withdraw his spiritual power to conduct a detailed inventory later, his "gaze" was drawn to an inconspicuous corner on the top shelf.

There, instead of metal or medicine bottles, sat a dark gold token the size of half a palm, along with a letter sealed with wax that looked quite ancient.

The token was archaic in style, carved with intricate patterns, and the center seemed to feature a blurred emblem, exuding a heavy sense of majesty.

The letter lay quietly beside the token, its envelope completely blank.

These two items stood out as exceptionally unusual in a space filled with Gold Soul Coins, metals, and pills.

Huo Yuhao's heart stirred.

The next moment, the dark gold token and the ancient letter appeared out of thin air in his palm in the outside world.

The token felt slightly heavy and cold to the touch; its texture was neither gold nor jade, yet it was exceptionally hard. The intricate patterns shimmered with a faint dark golden luster under the sunlight.

As for the letter, the wax seal remained intact, the paper had yellowed, and the edges were worn—it was clearly quite old.

"What is this?" Tian Meng's curious voice rang in Huo Yuhao's mind; clearly, she had seen this unusual token and letter through Huo Yuhao's "vision."

Huo Yuhao shook his head slightly, his brows furrowing imperceptibly.

In his past life, when he first obtained this storage Soul Tool ring and successfully opened it, he had carefully inspected every single item inside, not even missing the dust in the corners.

He could be one hundred percent certain that back then, there was absolutely no such dark gold token inside, nor was there this wax-sealed letter.

Was it the fusion with the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm that brought about this change? Or perhaps some butterfly effect caused by his rebirth? Or maybe... an interference from an even deeper power?

Huo Yuhao's mind raced through several thoughts in an instant, yet he could not be entirely certain of any of them.

He gathered his focus, deciding to examine the physical object first. He picked up the dark gold token.

The token was about half the size of a palm, with a moderate thickness; its edges were polished smooth and rounded, lacking any sharpness.

The weight in his hand was heavier than expected, and the texture was neither the coldness of metal nor the warmth of jade, but a peculiar quality somewhere in between—hard and understated.

Under the sunlight filtering through the leaves, the intricate dark gold patterns on the token's surface shimmered faintly, as if they were alive.

He flipped the token to the front and stared intently.

At the center of the patterns, it was not merely decorative, but featured three embossed characters written in a vigorous, ancient style—

"Shrek".

The script was not the common language used in the Douluo Continent today, leaning more toward an ancient seal script, but having read extensively in his past life, Huo Yuhao recognized it at a glance.

These three characters seemed to contain an intangible majesty and glory; just looking at them made one feel as if they could hear the legend and brilliance that "Shrek" represented—a legacy that had remained undefeated for ten thousand years.

"Shrek?" Sister Tian Meng's voice carried a hint of surprise. "Is that the very famous Soul Master Academy? This token doesn't look ordinary at all."