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A terrifying existence that can't be named, one that can't be remembered? Could that person be me? At that moment, Shui wuyá had a wild and outlandish thought. After all, he wasn't just any ordinary time-traveler; given the current circumstances, it was possible that he might actually be the mysterious figure.
"Maybe I should check on the ancestor," he mused. Ever since Shui Bing'er began her fifth Ice God Trial, she hadn't appeared much.
"Activate soul-possession ability!" With a single thought, Shui wuyá's consciousness transferred back to the timeline from ten thousand years ago.
On a vast, snowy expanse, where blizzards raged, the temperature had dropped to a level inhospitable to ordinary humans.
"Ancestor," he called as his consciousness connected to Shui Bing'er.
"Is that you, Wuyá?" Shui Bing'er, who was journeying through the icy landscape, heard Shui wuyá's voice, her icy demeanor softening a bit.
"Ancestor, you're in the Far North! Be extremely careful," Shui wuyá warned, recognizing from the surroundings that Shui Bing'er and her companions were within the boundaries of the Far North.
At that moment, the deans and deputy deans of the four element academies had gathered around Shui Bing'er, encircling her for protection.
"Yes, I will be careful," she replied, her voice filled with gentle sweetness.
Shui wuyá felt a touch of nervousness. He had wanted to ask if Shui Bing'er had a special someone among the soul masters, but he decided against it, knowing that prying too deeply might not be in their best interest.
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Sun Moon Empire, Mingdu.
After the massive explosion that swept across much of the capital, word of the incident spread like wildfire, reaching all major kingdoms within ten days. Various factions took a keen interest in the news, sending agents to investigate while also hatching various plots.
In a hospital ward at the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy, Huo Yuhao opened his eyes, emerging from a coma.
"How long have I been unconscious, Wang Dong?" he asked.
"Yuhao, you're awake! You were out for nine days. I was so worried!" Wang Dong, who had been sitting beside the bed with a worried look, suddenly beamed with relief.
Both he and Huo Yuhao had been blown away by the explosion, but Huo Yuhao had remained unconscious for a long time afterward.
"What, nine days?!" Huo Yuhao exclaimed in shock.
"It's all those bastards from the Sun Moon Empire's fault! They insisted on capturing that anonymous master, and it led to that massive explosion," Wang Dong complained.
"Unknown master?"
Huo Yuhao was puzzled by Wang Dong's words. What did he mean by "anonymous master"?
Sensing Huo Yuhao's confusion, Wang Dong explained the events that led to the massive explosion in Mingdu. He outlined how the Sun Moon Empire's pursuit of the Unknown master had resulted in the activation of the pseudo-ninth-level soul-guided cannon, causing widespread destruction.
"So that's what happened," Huo Yuhao remarked, his eyes widening in understanding. "I wish I had the kind of power the Unknown master had."
Despite hearing about the devastation caused by the explosion, Huo Yuhao didn't blame the Unknown master. Instead, he felt a hint of envy, imagining what he could accomplish with such immense power.
"Well, you're lucky to be awake," Wang Dong pointed out. "Ji Juechen has been unconscious since the day of the explosion, and there's still no sign of him waking up."
Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong looked over at the adjacent hospital bed, where Ji Juechen lay, still in a deep coma.
Time passed, and after another two weeks, Han Feng returned to Slaughter Hell. As a member of the Shui family's offshoot branch, his full name was Shui Han Feng, and he had undergone training within Slaughter Hell before.
"Greetings, young master. Greetings, Lord of Slaughter Hell. Greetings, acting family head," Han Feng said as he arrived at the ninth level of Slaughter Hell, bowing to Shui wuyá, Shui Yuánchén, and Shui Yánjūn.
"Good to see you're back safe," Shui wuyá replied. When Han Feng recounted all that had happened in Mingdu, Shui wuyá felt a sense of relief. He was also impressed by Han Feng's soul tool expertise. Despite being only at the Super Douluo level, Han Feng had navigated Mingdu freely, evading even a Super Douluo and two ninth-level soul engineers.
Shui Yuánchén and Shui Yánjūn shared Shui wuyá's sentiments, showing approval on their faces.
"Young master, I need to enter seclusion," Han Feng suddenly announced, seeking permission from Shui wuyá.
Shui wuyá was surprised at first, but he quickly realized what Han Feng was planning. "Go ahead. We'll stand guard for you," he replied.
Both Shui Yuánchén and Shui Yánjūn understood Han Feng's intention. Given the events in Mingdu, it was clear Han Feng was preparing to advance to the level of a ninth-level soul master.
Even Shui Yuánchén, who hadn't previously valued soul tool development, agreed to guard Han Feng during his seclusion. The process of crafting a ninth-level soul tool carried significant risks. The power of such tools was immense, and any error during the crafting process could result in an explosion capable of causing substantial damage to Slaughter Hell.
"Focus on your work," Shui Yuánchén reassured Han Feng. "If things go wrong, I'll protect you."
Shui Yuánchén's rare commitment signaled a shift in the family's attitude toward soul tool development. With Shui wuyá and now Han Feng, the family's future was bound to rely heavily on soul tools.
"I will succeed!" Han Feng declared with determination. He sat cross-legged, beginning his preparations, while Shui wuyá, Shui Yuánchén, and Shui Yánjūn took positions to guard him.
Before Han Feng could reach the level of a ninth-level soul master, he first needed to raise his soul power to the threshold of a Titled Douluo.
Days passed, and before long, ten more days had gone by.
During this time, Han Feng took a large quantity of herbal supplements, forcefully raising his soul power from level 86 to level 90. Although this method carried some risks, Han Feng prioritized becoming a ninth-level soul master over long-term health concerns.
After achieving the necessary level, Han Feng began crafting a spear-type ninth-level soul tool. Throughout the process, azure-blue light flickered around him, fully enveloping his figure.
On the fifteenth day, the blue light reached its peak, illuminating the entire ninth level of Slaughter Hell. A powerful aura of slaughter emanated from the center of the light.
"A ninth-level soul tool!" Shui Yánjūn couldn't help but exclaim, feeling the intense energy.
In just a few breaths, the intense blue light gradually dissipated, revealing Han Feng. He stood there holding a long spear, his face filled with excitement.
"I did it!" he shouted, running over to Shui wuyá and dropping to one knee. "This spear is named the 'Slaughtering Snow Spear.' It's the first ninth-level soul tool I've crafted. It combines the powers of slaughter and ice, and it's designed to work with your abilities."
Han Feng raised the spear above his head and offered it to Shui wuyá with both hands.
Shui wuyá was momentarily taken aback, feeling a warm sense of gratitude. He knew Han Feng was loyal, but he hadn't expected Han Feng's first ninth-level soul tool to be made specifically for him.
"Slaughtering Snow Spear. That's a great name," he said, accepting the spear and giving it a few test swings in the air. Then, he held it firmly behind his back, acknowledging Han Feng's dedication.
"Young master, you're the best!" Han Feng beamed with a sincere and exuberant smile, knowing that from this moment on, he had officially entered the ranks of the ninth-level soul master.
(End of Chapter)