You Scum Among Soul Masters, I Will Lead You to Stand Atop the Heavens
Huo Yuhao slowly ascended the high altar, the chill in his eyes growing a fraction deeper with every step.
He walked all the way to the top of the altar, stopping before Feng Ling, who was holding a banner.
"The Holy Son takes his place." Feng Ling waved the banner in her hand, her voice clearly much more excited than before.
"Holy Son, please gaze upon the sacred artifact handed down by the Holy Emperor, and speak of your existence to him."
With that, she waved the banner to point toward an artifact shaped like a stele in the middle of the altar.
Feeling the dense Soul Power fluctuations radiating from the stele, Huo Yuhao fell into contemplation.
Surely the Holy Spirit Cult didn't think he hadn't seen through this...
This was clearly a Level 8 Soul Tool, yet they stubbornly insisted on calling it a sacred artifact passed down by the Holy Emperor. Did these high-ranking members of the Holy Spirit Cult actually believe this themselves?
"What do I need to do?" Huo Yuhao asked with a smile.
Feng Ling replied, "Holy Son, do not be impatient. Just wait for the Holy Emperor to hand down his decree."
Huo Yuhao waited quietly.
The dense Soul Power fluctuations coming from this stele actually originated from that second terrifying aura, indicating that person was the one operating it.
"Such a terrifying aura, and their control over Spiritual Power and Soul Power has reached this extent. To think there are still such powerhouses among humans," Ice Empress said coldly.
Snow Empress wore a grave expression and asked, "This is an extremely potent Spiritual Power restriction. While it's true that restraints capable of controlling people aren't easy to deploy,