When Interdiate Skill Scrolls were activated, the disturbance they caused far exceeded that of Elentary Skill Scrolls.
A hazy light enveloped most of the White God Courtyard.
Lin Moyu, familiar with Skill Scrolls, didn’t hesitate. He activated 10 scrolls at once.
Countless specks of light swirled around him, generating gusts of wind and releasing the distinctive aura of the scrolls.
The materials used in Interdiate Skill Scrolls were far more precious, and the aura they emitted was srizing—potent enough to stir awe in anyone nearby.
As the scrolls’ power entered his body, Lin Moyu felt a stirring deep within.
But the force wasn’t quite enough. The sensation faded, and everything returned to normal.
The first batch of 10 scrolls failed to awaken a new skill, yet sothing felt different—an entirely new sensation.
Without pause, he activated another 10 scrolls.
Once again, hazy light erupted, and the scrolls dissolved into motes of brilliance swirling around Lin Moyu.
The mysterious feeling returned—stronger this ti, but still elusive.
Refusing to let it pass, Lin Moyu triggered a third batch of 10 scrolls.
The scrolls' energy surged. This ti, the sensation was even clearer. Sothing within him trembled with power, growing increasingly restless.
He continued. A fourth batch. Then a fifth.
Each ti, he calculated, sensed.
He was no longer as clueless as he had been at level 30—sothing had started to click in his mind.
Bai Yiyuan furrowed his brow, “What is Moyu doing?”
Beside him, ng Anwen spoke softly, “He’s trying to sense the skills within his body.”
“Hiss!” Bai Yiyuan gasped, his face filled with disbelief, “That... that’s impossible!”
ng Anwen remained calm, his voice quiet but steady, “It might be impossible for you. But for Moyu... it's hard to say.”
Bai Yiyuan shook his head, unable to accept it, “Sensing the skill source… That’s sothing only achievable after level 80!”
ng Anwen gave no reply, only a silent shake of his head. Even he couldn’t fully comprehend what was happening.
Logic told him this shouldn’t be possible—yet the truth unfolding before them suggested otherwise.
Lin Moyu remained unaware of how utterly shocking his actions were.
Even ng Anwen, seasoned and worldly as he was, couldn’t hide his shock in that mont.
After activating several batches of Skill Scrolls in a row—50 in total—the stirring presence within Lin Moyu grew increasingly active, on the verge of fully awakening.
Doing the calculations in his mind, Lin Moyu took out another 15 scrolls, “This should be enough.”
With that thought, he released his spirit force, activating them all at once.
As the scrolls’ energy surged into him, the presence he had been sensing finally broke free.
It erupted from sowhere deep inside him, sweeping through his entire body before settling within his spirit world—etching an imprint onto his very soul.
[Acquired skill: Deathwings]
[Deathwings (level 1): grants the ability of flight to the host and the summons for 1 second. Cooldown: 1 hour.]
And in that mont, Lin Moyu finally understood—what he had been sensing all along… was a skill.
His body trembled. His eyes widened in disbelief.
A skill... could actually be sensed?
He didn’t even pause to inspect the skill’s attributes. His first instinct was to turn and question Bai Yiyuan and ng Anwen—he needed answers.
But just as he opened his mouth, a voice echoed suddenly within his mind.
[The system detected the host has awakened a new skill. Initiating the fusion of Deathwings and Lightning Wings. Comncing optimization.]
The system revealed itself once more—this ti, to fuse his skills.
Lin Moyu’s heart skipped a beat. Skills fused by the system were more powerful—he knew this from experience.
He quickly glanced at the newly acquired Deathwings skill. It granted flight—to both him and his summons.
It was a formidable skill. Exactly what he’d been yearning for.
With this, his summons would no longer be restricted to the ground.
Now, he could engage in true aerial combat.
Flying monsters, Demons, the Dragonkind—he wouldn't need to bait them down to the ground anymore.
His entire combat style would shift—faster, more flexible, unrestrained by the terrain.
But despite the excitent, he frowned. The initial attributes were underwhelming.
A duration of 1 second. A cooldown of 1 hour.
What could he possibly do in a single second?
Still, Lin Moyu wasn’t disheartened. He understood that the skill would benefit from his Comprehensive Amplification talent.
After reaching level 50, his talent’s effect had grown even stronger—from a 50x boost to 60x.
That ant Deathwings would grant flight not for 1 second… but for 60.
Unfortunately, the cooldown remained unaffected, still locked at 1 hour—a major limitation.
Grinding the skill would be incredibly difficult
At most, he could use it 24 tis a day. That kind of grinding speed was agonizingly slow.
His only hope now lay in the system’s fused skill.
His excitent gradually settled down.
“A flight skill is always a good thing.” Lin Moyu muttered to himself, calming his thoughts, “No matter how long it takes to grind… I’ll get there eventually.”
When Lin Moyu had activated those last 15 Skill Scrolls, ng Anwen’s theory was all but confird.
Lin Moyu had sensed a skill within him, though he wasn’t entirely sure if he had grasped its source.
At the very least, he had taken a crucial step.
A step that could determine whether he would one day ascend God-level.
ng Anwen and Bai Yiyuan exchanged glances. Neither spoke, but both had a glimr of joy in their eyes.
Then— the system’s voice rang out once more in Lin Moyu’s mind.
[Skill fusion completed]
[Congratulations. The host has obtained the skill: Lightning Deathwings]
[Lightning Deathwings (level 1): grants the ability of flight to the host and the summons for 10 seconds. Cooldown: 10 minutes.]
Lin Moyu’s heart surged with joy. He clenched his fists, doing his best to remain calm—but the excitent was hard to contain.
10 seconds. The duration had increased tenfold compared to before. And with his talent’s 60x multiplier, it was effectively 10 minutes.
As for the cooldown? It was reduced from 1 hour to 10 minutes—practically non-existent.
Lin Moyu could now fight in the skies for prolonged periods of ti.
The old limitation had finally been resolved completely.
Now, only one thing remained: raise the skill’s level and increase it flight speed.
As for whether the cooldown would decrease further, it no longer mattered.
Lin Moyu opened his eyes, eager to share the news with ng Anwen and Bai Yiyuan.
But then he paused—Bai Yiyuan was staring at him strangely. And it wasn’t just him. ng Anwen’s eyes held a peculiar look as well.
A chill ran down Lin Moyu’s spine, “…Teachers? What’s wrong?”
Bai Yiyuan narrowed his eyes and gave a strange smile, “Moyu, when you awakened that skill just now, did you feel anything unusual?”
Sothing unusual?
Lin Moyu paused, thinking carefully, “After activating the Skill Scrolls… I felt like sothing inside was being pulled out, like it was trying to break free.”
“And the more scrolls I used, the stronger that feeling beca—until the skill finally awakened.”
Bai Yiyuan pressed on, “And when the skill awakened? What did it feel like?”
Recalling the sensation, Lin Moyu explained in detail, “When it happened, that thing spread through my entire body, before finally surging into my spirit world and settling there.”
Bai Yiyuan’s gaze narrowed, “Were you able to sense its source?”
The source?
Lin Moyu paused, thinking for a mont, then shook his head.
He hadn’t sensed the source. The feeling had been vague—so faint it now seed almost unreal.
He even wondered if it had all been a misconception.
ng Anwen said, “Don’t worry. Just keep awakening skills. If that sensation cos again—try to hold onto it. Trace it. Find its source.”
Bai Yiyuan nodded, “Exactly. Just focus on finding the source.”
Hearing ng Anwen’s words, Lin Moyu sensed the importance of the matter.
He activated the Skill Scrolls once more, and countless specks of light surged around him, enveloping his body in a radiant glow.
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