Soul Tool Divine Tower, Beginning the Development of Technology

The days after the trip to Spirit Hall were calmer than expected.

Xiao Wu and her mother moved into Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

The silver-haired woman went by the name Yue Rou. Every day, she hovered around Xiao Wu like a loving mother—brewing soup for her one moment, combing her hair the next—as if she wanted to make up for all twelve years she had missed.

Xiao Wu always said, "Mom, don't be like this. I'm not used to it," yet every time, she obediently sat there and let Yue Rou fuss over her, her smiling eyes unable to hide her delight.

Shui Yue'er was so envious that she tugged Shui Bing'er over and complained for ages, "Sis, look at Xiao Wu. She has a mother now, while the two of us can only stare wide-eyed at each other every day."

Without even raising her head, Shui Bing'er said, "Have you looked in a mirror? You have big eyes too."

The days were ordinary yet warm. But Lin Chen had something far greater on his mind.

That evening, he sat in the courtyard, absentmindedly toying with a ball of nine-colored light before him.

Patterns continuously emerged, reassembled, and vanished within the glow, like a precise machine operating at high speed.

This was the sight Qian Renxue found when she came to see him.

She had gradually secured her position on the throne, and there was now a greater calmness between her brows than before.

She sat down beside him without urging him, simply waiting quietly.

After a while, the light in Lin Chen's palm finally condensed into a stable rune before slowly dispersing.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked.

"Soul Tools." Lin Chen raised his head. "Have you heard of them?"

Qian Renxue considered it for a moment. "There