As the great doors slowly opened, Huo Yuhao saw what lay inside.
This was probably the most important place in this Spirit Pagoda. Countless Soul Spirits were stored here, each placed in a container like merchandise waiting to be sold.
The area nearest the doors held ten-year Soul Spirits, followed by hundred-year and thousand-year ones, while the few Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Spirits were farther back.
There were artificial Soul Spirits here, but only ten-year and hundred-year ones, and they did not account for many. All the remaining Soul Spirits, whether the ten-year and hundred-year ones at the front or the thousand-year and ten-thousand-year ones farther back, came from real Soul Beasts.
Life had become both cheap and expensive here, and price had become the unit by which these lives were measured.
Although Huo Yuhao had long since probed this place with his Spiritual Power and prepared himself mentally, he still could not suppress the sorrow in his heart.
Huo Yuhao had never imagined that, after he began promoting Soul Spirits back then, things would turn out like this.
Looking at these countless Soul Spirits, Huo Yuhao felt that this was toying with life and defiling souls.
Then Huo Yuhao released the Power of Fate and the Power of Nature. Both powers enveloped the place at once, followed by a gray aura.
The instant that gray aura appeared, all the Soul Spirits kept in the containers began to stir.
A voice woke these Soul Spirits from their slumber. Then, as though they had understood something, they began struggling inside their containers. They felt the call of the Power of Fate and the Power of Nature.
It was a feeling that both Soul Beasts and plants found deeply familiar. They seemed to recall something, or perhaps it was a feeling they had never