Inside Xuan Xiao's shop, he was currently using a carving knife to make a Soul Tool.
If Zhi An and the others had been here, they definitely would have clapped their hands and exclaimed, "What a rare sight! What a rare sight!"
Xuan Xiao was actually making a Soul Tool himself?
Ever since he had bought the Complete Guide to Soul Tools and received its knowledge directly, he had never personally made another Soul Tool.
Unfortunately, Xuan Xiao did not know that what he was making right now was a Soul Tool Tent.
When someone had asked whether he had such a thing, Xuan Xiao had genuinely slapped himself.
He had brought everything: outdoor stoves, insect repellent, water purification tools, preservation tools. The only thing he had not brought was a tent.
And so, the Darkgold Nebula that had been gathering dust at the bottom of his warehouse finally had a use again.
He pinched a piece of silvery-white metal in his left hand and held a dark-gold carving knife with silvery-white cloud patterns in his right.
The tip of the knife landed on the metal's surface. With a light press, a hair-thin line appeared.
Xuan Xiao's hand was as steady as a machine's. The knife tip slowly traveled along the line, sometimes lifting lightly, sometimes pressing down hard.
Complex formation patterns gradually emerged across the metal surface. The lines crisscrossed one another, yet remained perfectly ordered.
Every carved mark was of identical depth. Wherever the blade passed, a faint fluorescent glow spread across the metal.
That glow flowed along the lines like a living thing, linking the entire formation together.
Xuan Xiao's breathing remained even, his gaze so focused that it seemed as though the entire world contained nothing but the piece of metal in his hand.
The knife