"By the standards I've set for you, ordinary torso and limb Soul Bones should be at least fifty thousand years old."
"If they're less than ten thousand years old, their skills have to suit you perfectly and be irreplaceable. Once you're strong enough, of course we'll start looking for hundred-thousand-year Soul Bones!"
Huo Yuhao felt his heart surge with excitement and couldn't help touching his back.
He already had the Torso Bone of a four-hundred-thousand-year Ice Jade Emperor Scorpion. If he could equip his other slots with top-tier Soul Bones of similarly high ages, combined with his Twin Martial Souls...
Huo Yuhao took a deep breath, carefully sealed the five-thousand-year left leg bone in a specially made jade box, and tucked it securely against his body.
The disappointment he had felt over its paltry age vanished in an instant.
Inside the Sea of Spirit, Yu Xiaogang watched from the sidelines as the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm methodically planned Huo Yuhao's future Soul Bone configuration. The longer he listened, the more bitter he felt.
Huo Yuhao's cultivation conditions were simply too good.
He had a Million-Year Soul Ring as his foundation and a four-hundred-thousand-year Torso Bone right from the start. A Million-Year Soul Beast lived in his head, ready to offer advice and guidance at any moment, along with Yu Xiaogang himself, the God-Teacher.
Yu Xiaogang's shriveled remnant soul stood there as a faint resentment stirred within him.
If I'd had luck like this back then, if I'd encountered a million-year Golden Sacred Dragon willing to sacrifice itself, with my supreme intellect and unrivaled grasp of theory, what would Tang San have amounted to?
He could only resent having been born at the wrong time. Despite his world-shaping talents, he had ended up with a defective Martial Soul and the bleak