That evening, Wang Yan suddenly came to Huo Yutong's room.
Seeing Tang Wulin sitting cross-legged on the bed facing Huo Yutong, Wang Yan smiled warmly.
"Am I interrupting you two?"
Tang Wulin shook his head.
"No, we haven't started yet."
Recently, he had become increasingly aware of his own weakness, so he often came to cultivate with Huo Yutong. When they cultivated together, the rate at which their Soul Power grew could at least double.
And that was only the increase in Soul Power. Since their fusion also involved Spiritual Power and Bloodline Power, the growth rate of those two was equally gratifying.
Besides that, the Son of Nature's power seemed to be undergoing some inexplicable changes as it continuously fused with Huo Yutong's Necromancer abilities. Though Tang Wulin could not figure out what those changes meant, his instincts told him they were beneficial to him.
"That's good." Wang Yan looked at Huo Yutong. "Yutong, can you come with me for a moment?"
"Okay."
Huo Yutong stood and followed Wang Yan to his room.
After entering, Wang Yan pointed at the table in the center of the room.
"Look."
A carving knife covered in ancient patterns lay quietly on Wang Yan's desk. Beside it was a ring that had snapped into two pieces.
Huo Yutong recognized the ring. Wang Yan usually wore it on his hand—it was his Storage Soul Tool.
But it had now been completely damaged. With Huo Yutong's eyesight, she could tell that the ring's Core Array had been utterly destroyed. It could no longer be used.
As for the carving knife that gave off a faintly sinister, cold aura, was it not the Ranked Engraving Knife ranked ninety-ninth, Soul Devouring?
"Teacher Wang, this is..."
Wang Yan explained to the astonished Huo Yutong.
"This Storage Ring of