Before walking over to the Ammonite-Sea God workstation, Huo Yuhao looked at the crimson, blank, Hundred Thousand Years soul ring that had consumed a full month's production capacity, and raised a hand in a beckoning gesture.
This was a Hundred Thousand Years soul ring that Huo Yuhao had already arranged to be generated before his secluded cultivation. It had consumed a full third of the Pagoda of Spirit Transmission's production capacity during his seclusion just to yield this single ring.
Feeling the blank soul ring of the Ten-Thousand-Year Level before him, Huo Yuhao brushed his finger across it, and the wisp of soul—having already lost the vast majority of its power—began to merge with the blank soul ring.
Chapter 964