Chapter 1192 - 309: The Path to Advancement—A Waterwheel Is Still a Vehicle
The low, murmured chant faded as the ferocious face of Che Lun grew somewhat distracted.
Some blurred memories from long ago began to surface, stirring up unpleasant recollections.
In truth, his death back then was rather humiliating, as he was caught up in the crossfire.
And it was precisely because of this that he had the chance to cling to life after his True Form was destroyed, falling into the Fallen Abyss.
The brute who had faced that ruthless human directly back then died completely, with his True Form destroyed, consciousness shattered, and rank pulverized by a will so unyielding and intense it could burn through the world.
What became of the pulverized rank after it scattered, he no longer knew.
Yet in that moment, when that ruthless figure suddenly soared, the terrifyingly powerful will and indomitable spirit left an indelible impression on him.
He still remembers the look in the other's eyes, much like Wang Qi, who was now performing the ritual.
Body destroyed and path severed, yet not the slightest wavering, instead solidifying their will even more determinedly.
It wasn't reckless desperation, but a relentless defiance of death to achieve the goal, even in death.
Precisely because he had personally witnessed and felt that terrifying will back then.
After so many years in the abyss, when many others had completely perished, he was still able to retain his self-awareness.
Whether he admitted it or not, he had learned things from the other, helping him get through the toughest years.
Having seen and felt what perfection was, he knew he couldn't reach a hundred percent, but he could strive for fifty.
To those who had perished and subsided in the Abyss, that fifty percent might as well be a hundred.
The chant reached its end, Che Lun collected his drifting thoughts, and his gaze towards Wang Qi became unconsciously more solemn.
At the very least, he felt he should give such a person enough respect, regardless of the other's strength.
It was also respect for the years he endured in the Fallen Abyss.
Yu Ziqing was right; after leaving the Fallen Abyss, one's perspective would change entirely.
Yu Ziqing stood to the side, closely watching the ritual, attentive for any potential issues.
Wang Qi executed everything flawlessly, methodically, as if it were copied directly from him; Yu Ziqing was concerned about whether Che Lun might cause a problem.
This was the potential reason for failure.
And failure in such a ritual could have some undesirable results.
However, at this moment, Yu Ziqing noticed the previously distracted Che Lun looking very serious and solemn.
Numerous runes, accompanied by a unique aura, floated around the magic platform, with an invisible power seemingly drawn from some unknown place rather than directly from Che Lun, flowing into Wang Qi.
As Yu Ziqing had anticipated, Che Lun was merely the core component of the ritual.
The strength of Che Lun wasn't entirely proportional to the power gained through the ritual.
Theoretically, the pure power Wang Qi could acquire afterward might surpass Che Lun's current strength.
As the ritual proceeded, the runes danced in the indescribable aura and spiraled into Wang Qi.
The ritual concluded peacefully, without incident.
Nonetheless, Yu Ziqing furrowed his brows, as Wang Qi's presence hadn't significantly strengthened, nor had his Realm improved.
Che Lun, observing Yu Ziqing's frown, quickly spoke up.
"I've cooperated fully, not holding back anything; my current True Form is something even I don't fully understand."
Yu Ziqing ignored Che Lun, turning to the seemingly bewildered Wang Qi.
"How do you feel?"
Wang Qi extended his hands, meticulously sensing for a moment.
"I feel... great, did I succeed?"
Wang Qi's eyes held anticipation as he looked at Yu Ziqing; his life's not about hopes that the younger generation would become great.
He simply wished that they wouldn't suffer as he had.
Being able to become a disciple of Jinlan Mountain was perhaps the best way out he could hope for.
"I sent someone to fetch your grandson yesterday."
"Thank you, sir, thank you..." Wang Qi's eyes reddened, repeatedly expressing gratitude.
Yu Ziqing didn't mind that Wang Qi was fixated on this matter, and it wasn't difficult for him either, given that Wang Qi had already risked everything; succeed or not, Yu Ziqing wouldn't treat him poorly.
Yu Ziqing had sent someone to bring over Wang Qi's family yesterday, also providing some resources, albeit not excessively, as too much could be a calamity.
"First, tell us how you feel."
Wang Qi pondered for a while, following an instinctive sensing, taking out his things from the Storage Magical Treasure he carried.
A large cart drawn by two Puppet Horses.
The entire cart was enveloped in thick armor, and the Spirit Stone-driven Puppet Horses also donned armor.
This cart wasn't fast, but it consumed little Spirit Stone, being sturdy and easy to maintain; genuine spiritual beasts capable of spanning thousands of miles, or those with great speed, were indeed better, but unfortunately, ordinary families couldn't afford them.
Wang Qi extended his hand, touching the meticulously cleaned cart; black tendrils emerged from his hands, continuously permeating the cart.
Suddenly, flames erupted from the cart's wheels, and the body began to float half a foot off the ground.
The two Puppet Horses had flames igniting under their hooves and in their eyes, rearing up and neighing as if coming to life, with two jets of white vapor spurting from their nostrils.