Old Jack felt a thread of warmth appear in his Dantian, so fine it was almost imperceptible.
He had lived most of his life without ever using his Martial Soul.
But now, that thread of Soul Power flowed slowly through him. It was as faint as a candle flame, yet it was unmistakably there.
"I... I have Soul Power?" Old Jack looked down at his hands, his voice unbearably hoarse.
His wrinkled hands trembled. He tried to guide that thread of Soul Power, clumsy and unsure.
Yet it truly rose from his Dantian and slowly made a small circuit along a meridian path he had never used before.
"Haha... hahaha..."
Old Jack laughed.
He bent over, clutching his stomach, laughing until tears streamed down his face.
All his life, he had watched others become Soul Masters, watched them cultivate, watched them grow stronger.
He had thought he would always be an ordinary man, forever looking up at Soul Masters. But now he had Soul Power.
"Village chief! Did you feel it too?"
"I felt it! I felt it! In this lifetime... I can finally cultivate!"
"Me too! I have Soul Power too!"
"We can become Soul Masters! We can become Soul Masters too!"
Old Jack stood among the crowd, gazing up at the Sky Screen, tears filling his clouded old eyes.
Now he had Soul Power himself.
It was only level one, and he might never even become a Soul Master in this lifetime. But he had Soul Power.
"Su Mo." Old Jack murmured the name. "Thank you."
He did not know who Su Mo was.
He only knew that the young man called Su Mo, whose life the Sky Screen had shown, had turned the entire Soul Master World upside down.
He had created the Ring Condensation Technique, the