Thanks to the fact that the Tianmeng Ice Silkworm had already deeply bound itself to Huo Yuhao's spiritual origin, it was in a state that could be called a half spirit soul. Therefore, this formal contract fusion process felt as natural and smooth as water flowing through a channel. Under Electrolux's precise guidance, the complex soul resonance, origin connection, and rule branding were completed efficiently and stably in just a few minutes.
The Tianmeng Ice Silkworm officially became Huo Yuhao's spirit soul, granting it true legal residency within his spiritual sea! The entire spirit soul fusion process was just as Electrolux had described: quiet and efficient. Even Huo Yuner, who shared the same small courtyard, did not notice anything unusual in her son's room.
Inside the room, Huo Yuhao slowly opened his eyes. Deep within his pupils, a gentle, jade-like white-gold light flashed and vanished. He got out of bed and quietly felt the spirit power flowing through his body.
With a slight thought... Buzz... Three spirit rings quietly emerged from beneath his feet, circling upward one by one.
The bottom two rings were black, deep as the night sky—these were ten thousand year spirit rings! A spirit elder who had just broken through to Rank 30 actually had black rings representing ten thousand years for his first two rings. If anyone in the current spirit master world witnessed this, it would be enough to cause a massive uproar because it defied all common sense!
However, if anyone were to focus their gaze now, they would discover that his third ring was even more extraordinary. Huo Yuhao's third spirit ring appeared white, but it wasn't the kind of white seen in ten year spirit rings. It was a lustrous and warm white spirit ring, as if carved from the finest mutton-fat white jade!
Furthermore, it didn't have the illusory feeling of common spirit rings that seemed to be made only of gathered light; instead, it gave off a rounded, solid, and tangible sense of reality. Huo Yuhao himself was amazed by the texture of this spirit ring. He subconsciously reached out a finger, curiously and gently touching the edge of the jade-like ring.
A clear and warm tactile sensation actually came from his fingertip! After a brief moment of surprise, he figured this must be what made a million year spirit ring different. Even though he knew he would eventually become a god, possessing a million year spirit soul at this moment still sent an indescribable surge of excitement crashing through his usual calm like a tidal wave.
With a thought, the third spirit ring shimmered with a gentle white light—the spirit ability, mental detection, had been activated! Silent ripples centered on him and instantly spread outward. The world completely changed its appearance in his eyes.
It was no longer a simple combination of sight, hearing, and touch, but a holographic, three-dimensional, and meticulously detailed torrent of information flooding directly into his mind. The precise distance between the door and his toes was 2.3 meters; with just a glance, this exact number appeared in his consciousness without any need for measurement or calculation.
Outside the window, for every leaf swaying on the old tree, the amplitude, frequency, and even the subsequent trajectory of its movement were presented before his eyes like clear lines woven into a dynamic map. The flow of the wind, the floating dust, the subtle refraction of light—everything had nowhere to hide. Even through the courtyard walls, the figure of his mother, Huo Yuner, busy in the backyard, was clearly projected into his perception.
Before this, even though he knew the effect of this spirit ability, no matter how he imagined it in his mind, it didn't even reach a ten thousandth of the shock brought by personally immersing himself in this god-perspective that transcended the five senses and controlled the entire field! After the initial shock, Huo Yuhao instantly thought of the various uses for this spirit ability in combat and forging. This single spirit ability alone was enough to be called a divine skill!
Just as Huo Yuhao was immersed in the infinite possibilities brought by his new ability, a cautious voice rang out in his spiritual sea, interrupting his thoughts. "Um... Yuhao," the Tianmeng Ice Silkworm blinked its small eyes and asked, "now that you've successfully broken through to spirit elder, do you think we should... plan when to set off for the Extreme North Land?"
Its tone was filled with longing and a hint of urgency. It had been pining for the Ice Empress for tens of thousands of years! Huo Yuhao also felt an uncontrollable surge of anticipation regarding the second spirit he was about to obtain.
The spirit eyes martial soul was certainly mysterious and powerful, often able to defeat enemies invisibly or even decide a victory in a single thought. But using such an elegant fighting style for too long inevitably made one feel like it lacked a bit of... impact. Yes, impact.
It was the thrill of a head-on collision of strength against strength, the intense clash of techniques and spirit abilities, where flesh and bone vibrated and blood boiled. Rather than the enemy just disappearing after a single look; that kind of combat experience was indeed a bit lacking. However, despite his anticipation, Huo Yuhao was by no means someone governed by impulse.
The Extreme North Land was a forbidden zone for life; no one knew how many experts' skeletons were buried beneath the ten thousand year old ice. Its dangers were far beyond what the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest could compare to. "No rush," he said slowly, his voice showing no sign of impatience. "The Extreme North Land is extraordinary. We must make full preparations before setting off."
Though only nine years old, Huo Yuhao's mind had long been polished to a steadiness far exceeding his peers. Despite the desire for his second spirit surging like an undercurrent beneath an ice field, he still suppressed that restlessness and spent a full two months preparing step-by-step before finally embarking on the journey north.
During these two months, he transmigrated back to ten thousand years in the future once more. He also specifically searched for and studied a large amount of historical data regarding the Extreme North Land in the Spirit Pagoda library; after all, no one knew what they would encounter on this trip north. After transmigrating back to ten thousand years ago again, Huo Yuhao left Xilai City once everything was prepared.
Of course, to avoid worrying his mother, Huo Yuner, Huo Yuhao told a white lie. He didn't say he was going to the dangerous Extreme North Land, only that he was going out of town to restock for the spirit tool shop. Huo Yuner knew her son's strength, so she only told him to be careful.
Currently, Huo Yuhao was already within the true forbidden zone of life—the Extreme North Land. Looking around, only one color remained between heaven and earth: a blinding white. The cold wind didn't just blow; it was like billions of invisible ice blades, letting out sharp howls as they ceaselessly sliced through everything.
The boundless ice plains stretched to the end of his vision, merging with the low-hanging, lead-gray sky. It was deathly silent, vast, and cold, seemingly filled with absolute rejection of all life. On this white wasteland that seemed forgotten by the world, Huo Yuhao's tightly wrapped figure was as tiny as a snowflake, seemingly liable to be completely swallowed by the eternal cold and loneliness at any moment.
Huo Yuhao wore a set of specialized spirit tool cold-weather gear, with the outermost layer covered by a fabric as thin as gauze yet shimmering with a lustrous jade-colored light. That was the million year old molted skin of the Tianmeng Ice Silkworm, a supreme treasure for natural cold protection and isolating spirit power fluctuations.
Consequently, although the outside temperature was low enough to freeze blood, Huo Yuhao's physical sensation remained within a comfortable range. He walked in silence, one step at a time, leaving footprints on the iron-hard ice that were quickly buried by the swirling snow. The monotonous sound of footsteps and the howling wind were his only accompaniment, his figure drawing a lonely straight line across the vast ice plain.
However, unlike the loneliness outside, his spiritual sea was currently incredibly lively!
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