Feng Piaoling was unaware of Tang Ya's inner thoughts. While recovering his soul power, he immersed his consciousness into his sea of mental spirit.
His sea of mental spirit had been expanded bit by bit through his own efforts. It wasn't particularly large—nowhere near the vast, boundaryless expanse Tian Meng had created for Huo Yuhao—and it lacked any ornamentation. It could only be described as a somewhat large, cyan-colored lake.
After Electrolux's wisp of divine sense entered the lake, it transformed into a grey bead, hovering in the air above the center of the lake and tinting the entire space in a shade of greyish-white.
"Holding the sun and moon, plucking the stars; in all the world, there is none like me. I never expected that an old man like me would have a sliver of a remnant soul left to survive."
The moment Feng Piaoling's consciousness entered the mental lake and condensed a body out of mental power, a very blurry, greyish-white figure emerged from the surface of the bead.
Then, an aged voice carrying an indescribable majesty rang out, agitating the lake and sending turbulent waves crashing upward.
"A remnant soul? May I ask who senior is..."
Although Feng Piaoling had heard this line in his previous life, hearing Electrolux say it in person still made his heart stir. He asked, though he already knew the answer.
"I do not remember my name. I only vaguely recall that I did not originally belong to this world. I seemed to be on the verge of death back then, but perhaps because my own soul power was too formidable, a wisp of divine sense remained at the moment of death. It tore through space, and I ended up in your world."
"At that moment, that big worm was fusing with the boy next to you. The powerful energy fluctuations produced drew me over. Originally, this wisp of divine sense should have resided in that boy's sea of mental spirit, but I was intercepted by you... Were you worried I would harm him? Little fellow, rest assured, I bear him no ill will, and the same goes for you. Besides, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave this place of yours anymore."
Feng Piaoling had not expected Electrolux to mistake him for a self-sacrificing person protecting Huo Yuhao, and he silently shook his head.
In this world, good people didn't live long.
He had no desire to be some kind-hearted saint. He only needed to have a clear conscience.
Take Huo Yuhao, for example. Even though he was using him, he had indeed provided a significant amount of help.
Feng Piaoling said, "Senior misunderstands. I wasn't worried that you bore ill will toward me or that person. My true target was you, Senior."
"Me?" Hearing this, Electrolux was stunned for a moment.
Feng Piaoling didn't elaborate further, only saying, "In short, I have reasons why I must become stronger. Although I don't know where Senior comes from, to be able to come to this world as a remnant soul means you must have been a peerless powerhouse during your life."
"Since Senior has made a home here, then please stay and rest easy. This is a mental power cultivation method I developed myself, combined with an eye-refining technique called the 'Heaven-Reaching Demon Eye.' It can enhance a soul master's mental power and condense the sea of mental spirit. I imagine it should be of some help in the recovery of Senior's soul. I only hope that if I encounter danger or need help in the future, Senior can lend a hand."
As he spoke, Feng Piaoling raised his hand and used mental power to condense a scroll containing the cultivation method for the Heaven-Reaching Demon Eye.
This was something he had gradually figured out through the process of repeatedly using soul tools to attack himself to strengthen his mental power.
Electrolux fell silent for a moment before drawing the scroll into his hand.
The scroll then transformed into a stream of information and was read by him.
After confirming that this could truly help him recover his mental power, he gave a faint, one-word reply: "Accepted."
Moreover, the way he looked at Feng Piaoling again was filled with admiration and the recognition of a fellow peer's talent.
To be able to create such a secret technique at such an age—this boy's talent was truly second to none.
Finally, the blurry figure transformed back into a greyish-white bead and fell silent.
However, compared to before, the bead clearly possessed a few more mental fluctuations. Its mental power was slowly recovering at an imperceptible speed.
Feng Piaoling was well aware of his current weakness. Before he grew up, he would only have some degree of self-preservation if he obtained Electrolux's help.
After reaching an agreement with Electrolux, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
As long as he wanted to become stronger, he certainly couldn't do without the help of Spirit Souls in the future.
Although it was a pity he didn't intercept the Tian Meng—losing a million-year soul ring and the chance to obtain a third martial soul—it was still a worthwhile trip since he had obtained Electrolux.
Most importantly, without the Skydream's molted shell, he wanted to see how the other party would convince the Ice Empress to sacrifice herself.
Meanwhile...
Huo Yuhao was already in his own sea of mental spirit, learning about the past from the Tian Meng.
After listening to the Tian Meng's experiences, Huo Yuhao immediately felt the injustice. Filled with righteous indignation, he said, "Those soul beasts are truly too hateful! How could they do that? To actually imprison you for nearly ten thousand years!"
"Aren't they? They made me suffer so much. Yuhao, you must avenge me in the future. Turn them all into your soul rings and soul bones."
The Tian Meng urged him.
"Brother Skydream, don't worry. I will definitely avenge you in the future," Huo Yuhao agreed without hesitation.
Looking at Huo Yuhao, who believed him without the slightest doubt and promised to help him seek revenge, Skydream instantly felt like he had found a treasure.
Although the boy's talent was a bit poor—and he had even absorbed a ten-year Wind Baboon soul ring—he was pure-hearted.
Otherwise, if it had been that cunning kid who attacked him earlier, the worm would probably have been eaten down to the bone before even becoming a god.
Thinking of this, the Tian Meng solemnly reminded him, "By the way, Yuhao, you must be careful of that human you were with earlier."
Huo Yuhao asked with a look of confusion, "You mean Big Brother Feng Piaoling?"
"Yes, that cunning kid named Feng Piaoling in your memories. He is not a good person."
Thinking about how he, a million-year soul beast, had almost died at the hands of that cunning kid earlier, the Tian Meng's teeth itched with hatred.
"That can't be right. Even though Big Brother Feng Piaoling has a cold personality, he is a good person. He took great care of me along the way," Huo Yuhao said, somewhat puzzled.
Having experienced imprisonment by Ferocious Beasts, the Tian Meng was no longer the little silkworm who only knew how to eat and sleep.
It snorted coldly and said crossly, "If he were really some good person, why would he let you, a mental-attribute soul master, absorb a Wind Baboon soul ring for your first ring? And a ten-year one at that!"
"That kid is a twin martial soul user, and his first martial soul's ring configuration is one yellow and one purple. Don't you dare tell me he doesn't know the importance of soul ring attributes and age limits to a soul master."
"I was the one who insisted on absorbing it," Huo Yuhao scratched the back of his head sheepishly.
At the same time, after obtaining this million-year soul ring from Tian Meng which possessed four soul skills, he made a comparison in his mind.
He couldn't help but feel a secret pang of regret. If he had known sooner that the Wind Baboon soul ring was so trashy, he would have asked Feng Piaoling to help him hunt a hundred-year mental-attribute soul ring instead.
A ten-year first ring.
The first soul skill: Airflow Observation. It allowed him to observe the movement of air.
What the hell was that supposed to be?