After all, when the others had finished their martial soul awakenings, either something had appeared in their hands or their bodies had changed somehow. Yet when he opened his eyes, he saw nothing.
Huo Yuhao noticed Xiao An's confusion too, then pointed behind him and said, "Right behind you..."
Hearing this, Xiao An turned his head and saw a phantom. As though sensing his intention, the phantom moved to his shoulder.
The phantom looked like a tiny baby dragon, not even as long as an arm. It looked very listless, sprawled lazily across Xiao An's shoulder.
Looking at the little fellow on his shoulder, Xiao An was curious and delighted at first, then a little disappointed. After all, its appearance fell rather far short of what he had imagined.
Seeing this, Huo Yuhao hurriedly said, "Don't be like that. This is only the beginning. You'll have to walk the road ahead one step at a time. Whether strong or weak, everyone has their own path. This doesn't determine anything..."
Xiao An nodded with only a vague understanding. In truth, he had merely hoped that the martial soul he awakened would look a little cooler. He had not realized the importance of awakening a good martial soul.
After all, within the Undead Demiplane, neither martial souls, spirit power, nor even the strength of one's bloodline had become the sole standard determining whether someone succeeded or failed.
When Huo Yuhao had seen Xiao An's expression just now, he had merely thought of his own reaction after awakening his martial soul all those years ago. Among the other children, there were also some whose innate soul power did not even reach rank 1.
But at this age, how many children could truly realize the impact this issue would have on their future lives?