They followed the Black Tri-Stars.
Along the way, Lin Like placed her hand on Tang San's back.
"Third Brother, thank you. You don't need to blame yourself."
When Lin Like had been on Tang San's back earlier, she had sensed the self-reproach in his voice. Now that things were nearing their end, she offered him some comfort.
"Mm. Thank you, Li Ke."
Tang San said little else, merely responding with a smile.
"Speaking of which, choosing a path of development for your martial soul really is troublesome."
"Yes. Even on the Sun Moon Continent, my martial soul is extremely rare." Since it was Tang San, Lin Like spoke freely.
In the eyes of most soul masters, the best soul rings to absorb came from soul beasts similar to their own martial souls.
But that made things troublesome for those with tool martial souls. Nature had no hammer spirits or sickle spirits.
Perhaps they existed, but humans had yet to discover any, at least.
Thus, most chose soul beasts whose attributes or forms matched their martial souls.
Those with whip martial souls, for instance, tended to choose snake or vine soul beasts, while those capable of releasing fire sought out fire-attribute soul beasts.
Even Grandmaster followed this rule. Of course, he had made some innovations, chiefly by being more willing to gamble on a soul beast's innate abilities, though his luck had not been good.
His Great Shit Hell soul skill, for example, had come from a soul beast that could continually transform and condense its own essence, giving it tremendous potential for development.
The Slime. One of its innate abilities was to evolve various attributes according to its environment and food.
Another was to develop its basic constitution, much like the Black-Tortoise Scorpion.
This process involved constantly devouring food and