Huo Yuhao was quite curious why, ten thousand years ago, a soul beast belonged to the soul master who killed it. It made no difference who held the weapon; once someone killed a soul beast, no one else could absorb its soul ring.
But in the world he actually lived in, that rule had already changed. Soul rings could be traded and sold, and the Illustrious Virtue Hall had already begun researching soul tools for storing soul rings.
In this world, the soul rings of soul beasts killed by soul tools or ownerless weapons could all be reused. Once collected, they could be sold to other soul masters.
Although it seemed utterly absurd, it was a genuine fact of his world. That was why Huo Yuhao acted with such impunity. After all, kills made by soul guidance robots would not claim ownership of the rings, making them the finest tools for hunting soul beasts.
A fifty-thousand-year soul beast had only cost him a thousand Soul Ancestors. By the look of things, even a hundred-thousand-year soul beast would not require many Level Five Soul Guidance Robots!
This should be a sure thing!
At Huo Yuhao's signal, the gold of life soul guidance robot formed a knife-hand and slowly approached the fifty-thousand-year fire wolf, a fire-attribute soul beast.
The soul ring had already condensed. What he wanted to check now was whether the fire wolf's corpse contained a soul bone.
If there was a soul bone, it would mean another powerful soul guidance robot. Unfortunately, after dissecting the fire wolf with meticulous, standardized techniques, the gold of life soul guidance robot found nothing.
He then sat cross-legged and began drawing in the soul ring, a fire-attribute soul ring with a cultivation age of fifty thousand years.
The gold of life soul guidance