Upon hearing the voice Wu Ling paused, turned around, and saw a yellow Haozi with a halo behind its head sitting cross-legged with its eyes closed, muttering something to him in a mysterious manner.
Wu Ling raised an eyebrow. He recognized this as the same yellow Haozi that had been talking for a hundred years that he had encountered years ago. However, unlike the previous hundred-year rat, this one had a cultivation of ten thousand years. But what surprised Wu Ling even more was that the yellow Haozi gave him a feeling of emptiness inside.
After becoming Soul Saint and obtaining the Martial Soul Avatar, the Throne of Heroes, Wu Ling discovered that he already had a concept of the "soul," most likely stemming from the original form of the Throne of Heroes, the Seat of Heroes of Heroes.
Now, he couldn't sense any soul from this yellow-skinned Haozi; it was like an empty shell.
Wu Ling wanted to test it, but seeing a Haozi acting so mystical made him extremely unhappy.
"Testing my ass, I can still get information out of it even if I beat it into submission." With that thought, Wu Ling stepped forward and kicked it without saying another word.
With a "smack," the yellow Haozi was kicked into the air by Wu Ling Wu Ling, who ignored its screams and easily picked it up just as it was about to fall.
"Little Haozi, do you still remember me?" Wu Ling shook it and questioned.
"Slow down, slow down! My head's spinning! I'll be punished for treating a great immortal like this!" It shook its head, clearing its mind, and looked at the disrespectful person. "This young master looks familiar... wait, why does he look so familiar?"
Seeing that its tone didn't seem feigned, Wu Ling was about to give it a heads-up when a bad feeling suddenly welled up in his heart.
The next second, the once somewhat agile yellow Haozi kicked its limbs and died!
Wu Ling's expression changed, and he quickly threw it away. The weasel's corpse in mid-air then turned into a cloud of powder with a "poof" sound and finally disappeared into the world.
In that instant, Wu Ling finally understood what made up that guy—a soul and death energy.
The reason why Wu Ling cannot sense its soul from its body is because its form is the manifestation of its soul, which is then covered by an astonishingly vast death aura. This not only solidifies its form but also prevents people from perceiving its true nature.
"This is really interesting. A physical phantom? Yes, that's a pretty good name for it. Its expression seems agile, but its behavior is always somewhat restricted, like a phantom that lingers here." Thinking of this, Wu Ling clenched his fist excitedly.
No matter how bizarre this matter may be, the highly skilled and daring Wu Ling is not afraid at all. If the enemy is below level 100, he has no reason to be afraid. But if the enemy is above level 100, then he can try out the true purpose of the God-Slaying Spear ahead of time.
Immediately, Spirit Ring appeared beside Wu Ling, the red Spirit Ring lit up, and golden armor and a long spear appeared on his body.
"I have to say, since I got Karna, I haven't used my first few Spirit Ring for a long time. After all, my physical strength is already strong enough, what I lack is a powerful weapon like the Golden Armor and the God-Slaying Spear."
Then, flames erupted from beneath Wu Ling's feet. After discerning the direction, Wu Ling soared into the sky and flew towards the former village.
Wu Ling looked down at the forest from the sky. Patches of black Void covered the land, and even the distant horizon showed signs of collapse.
Wu Ling ignored all of this. Now he had only one goal: to find the hidden boss of this place and kill him!
With the aid of flight, the journey that would normally take half a day was completed in just half Tohsaka Tokiomi, and the village came into view. However, of the many houses that were there before, only the largest one at the very front remained.
Moreover, in front of that dark, straight house, a stage had been set up, with scattered villagers sitting below. People being carried on the stage were singing opera. Although Wu Ling couldn't understand what they were singing, the music seemed to be related to a funeral.
Wu Ling didn't disturb them. He stopped at a distance, then slowly walked over and sat down in the last row of seats in the audience.
Wu Ling sat there quietly listening, but at this moment, the only "person" sitting with him in the last row turned around and kept looking him over.
After a while, the opera on stage was about to end, and the person had moved closer to Wu Ling Wu Ling, constantly sniffing at her.
As soon as the opera ended, the man suddenly pounced on Wu Ling. Wu Ling was already impatient with being smelled by a man, and now that he was attacking her, Wu Ling slapped him across the head.
With a loud "crack," the man's head was severed cleanly from his neck, a sound that attracted the attention of the villagers in the front row and the actors on stage.
Even though his head had flown off, the man was still alive. The severed head, landing on the ground, cried out excitedly, "He's alive! He's alive!"
"Puff!"
The head that was still speaking was crushed by Wu Ling's foot, while the villagers in front stared intently at Wu Ling after hearing the man's shout.
"A living person!" "It's a living person!" "It's alive!"...
A low, rustling growl came from their mouths. Clad in golden armor, Wu Ling's gaze also fell upon the villagers.
A battle was about to break out!
Five seconds later...
Wu Ling stood on the stage, with piles of dissipating powder both on and off the stage.
Then, Wu Ling's gaze fell upon the tall, straight, black house behind him.
"Are you going to come out on your own, or should I dig you out?"
"Hehe~ Young friend, you have quite the methods."
In an instant, the dissipating soul powder gathered around Wu Ling, and at the same time, a vast death aura, so powerful that even Wu Ling was somewhat alarmed, seeped out from the ground carrying a will, enveloping the soul powder.
Finally, an elderly man with white hair and beard and a thin build appeared there.
Wu Ling slung the Golden Spear over his shoulder, a relaxed expression on his face, but secretly his body and nerves were tense, ready to strike at any moment. "Who are you?"
Upon hearing Wu Ling's question, the old man took a deep breath. He didn't answer Wu Ling's question, but instead asked, "What era is it in the outside world now?"
Seeing that Wu Ling remained silent, he asked another question, "Let me ask you another one. Since you were able to get here, you must be a genius or prodigy in the outside world. Have you ever heard of Nine Nether, the Angel, and the Sea God?"
" The Angel and the Sea God know, but Nine Nether does not."
The old man narrowed his eyes, Wu Ling could sense a hint of anger in them. "Then... where is Haotian?"
Wu Ling nodded this time. "I've heard of that, the number one Tool Martial Soul in the world."
"The number one Tool Martial Soul in the world? Hmph, that's more like it."
Let me introduce myself. My name is Tang Hao, or you can call me—the Ancestor of Haotian!