After finishing absorbing the soul bone essence, Lin Mo accompanied Her Holiness the Pope out of the secret room.
Soul Tool Hall.
Once Lin Mo returned, he threw himself into the work of teaching the first batch of new soul tool scholars.
During the day, he busied himself with guiding these novice soul tool adepts in studying array pattern carving.
In his leisure time, he spent all his hours in front of his workbench, head down as he forged and polished matching level-six soul tools. Over at Martial Soul Academy, one could hardly catch a glimpse of his figure, though the academy dared not harbor the slightest complaint.
Lin Mo's identity was already special, and he was deeply valued by Spirit Hall, shouldering the heavy responsibility of hall master of the Soul Tool Hall. Whether he went to the academy to cultivate had long since ceased to matter; merely having his name listed on the student roster was enough.
Time flowed on, and half a month passed quietly in the blink of an eye.
Soul Tool Hall.
Inside the workshop, the lamps burned bright.
Lin Mo was busy carving in front of his private workbench.
He held the Life Curse Blade, carving the core array patterns.
Soon, a [Level-Six Flight Propulsion Unit] was successfully assembled before him.
The curves across the entire artifact's surface were smooth and sleek, the assembly seams polished away and eliminated without a trace to be seen. Its exterior looked like a silver-gray box.
This was its appearance without the flight wings unfolded, so outsiders naturally had no way of guessing what on earth this thing was.
Lin Mo slowly exhaled a breath of pent-up murky air, his shoulders relaxing slightly.
It was finally done.
Three complete sets of level-six soul tools were neatly displayed on