In the spacious room, precision Soul Tool machinery stood in neat rows.
His exhilarating battle with Ji Juechen yesterday still echoed in Huo Yuhao's mind.
Huo Yuhao walked slowly to the broad design table. A thick stack of hand-drawn plans covered its surface, countless intersecting lines outlining every part of a longsword.
He did not have the Sword of Judgment from the original story, so he would forge a longsword himself. It would not be a Soul Tool sword, but a spiritual weapon—an acquired magical treasure.
His fingertips brushed the sword's outline on the plans, and approval flickered in his eyes.
"Old Ji. In the end, you can't escape this."
Armed with nothing but his unwavering obsession with the sword, Ji Juechen had carved out a broad path of martial arts for himself. He was living proof of the saying widely passed around the Soul Master World: there were no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters.
Huo Yuhao deeply admired this pure-hearted sword fanatic.
In their arena clash yesterday, he had used his many trump cards to shatter Ji Juechen's sword.
To Ji Juechen, his sword was a second life. After much thought, Huo Yuhao had decided to forge him a new weapon with his own hands.
An ordinary Soul Tool weapon was nowhere near worthy of Ji Juechen's swordsmanship. Huo Yuhao took another path, recalling the artifact-refining methods the Howling Celestial Dog had taught him and setting out to craft a spiritual weapon.
Legend had it that Jiejiao had a Duobao Daoist who excelled at refining artifacts and possessed treasures beyond counting.
Most of those magical treasures were merely imitations. Yet even a replica, if driven to its full potential, could unleash the terrifying power of an Acquired Treasure.
It was only because the gap between their wielders'