Mo Huasong didn't know how much time had passed when it felt as though his brain had exploded, shattering his soul, leaving a tiny entity behind known as the Soul Seed.
At this stage, the Soul Seed Mo Huasong had created was very small. If he were to be killed now and tried to reconstruct his physical body using just the Soul Seed, it would take at least a century.
If he could cultivate his Soul Seed into a Soul Bud, along with other heavenly treasures, he could fully recover his body within a year's time.
"Congratulations, Master, you've finally created a Soul Seed," the Sword Spirit playfully laughed.
"Sword Spirit, are you itching for a punishment? Disobeying the master's order?" Mo Huasong pretended to scold.
"Master, I was wrong. If you're willing to hit me, go ahead," replied the Sword Spirit cheerfully, hopping out and proudly showcasing her growing body in front of him.
