Bai Yiyuan's voice brimd with disbelief, “You actually found it?”
“I’m not sure.” Lin Moyu replied, still shaken.
The mory felt surreal—almost like a dream. Part of him wondered if it had been a misconception.
ng Anwen asked, “Tell us. What exactly did you see?”
Lin Moyu recalled carefully, “It was a pitch-black space. I saw a point of light, and when it exploded, I saw other points. It felt like each one represented a skill, but they were all dormant. It’s hard to explain.”
But ng Anwen understood. That elusive, unreal sensation—he had felt it himself long ago.
And by the ti he finally discovered the skills’ source, he had already surpassed level 80.
Lin Moyu, on the other hand, was only level 50, with ample ti and opportunities ahead.
ng Anwen asked, “What did that space look like to you?”
Lin Moyu thought hard. After a mont, he said, unsure, “Like a starry sky. Each point... like a silent, extinguished star.”
Both ng Anwen and Bai Yiyuan looked surprised.
Lin Moyu noticed, “Teachers? Is sothing wrong?”
ng Anwen shook his head, “No. There’s nothing wrong. Everyone sees sothing different.”
“What’s important is that you rember this feeling. At levels 60, 70, and 80, each skill awakening will be an opportunity.”
“You must repeatedly imrse yourself in this sensation, explore the space that belongs to you, and observe it closely.”
“No one else can guide you. This is sothing only you can understand.”
Lin Moyu asked, “Is there a specific thod?”
Bai Yiyuan opened his mouth to speak, but ng Anwen stopped him with a glance.
ng Anwen said calmly, “That’s all we can tell you. The more you know, the more it may hinder you.”
“You must understand—everyone is different, even within the sa class. Soone else’s experience won’t guide you. In the end, you can only rely on yourself.”
He repeated firmly, “You can only rely on yourself.”
Lin Moyu etched those words into mory.
He understood now—it wasn’t that ng Anwen was unwilling to explain further, but that he truly couldn’t. So things couldn’t be taught.
Perhaps knowing too much would only blur the path ahead.
It felt as though he had stepped into a hidden, mysterious realm—one that defied ordinary understanding.
Unlike others who simply used Skill Scrolls—either awakening a skill or failing, without understanding anything beyond that—he was actively seeking the skills’ source, setting him apart on a whole different level.
Lin Moyu didn’t press further, “I understand.”
Bai Yiyuan moved closed, curious, “So, what skills did you awaken?”
Lin Moyu answered, “I awakened three skills, naly Lightning Deathwings, Summon Elental Lich, and Bone Prison. They’re flight-, summoning-, and control-type skills respectively.”
He briefly explained the effects of each skill.
Bai Yiyuan let out a low whistle and clicked his tongue, “Well, well. Your class is really becoming more and more well-rounded.”
Indeed, Lin Moyu’s class was growing increasingly well-rounded.
His core summoning-type skills had expanded, and he had also acquired both a flight- and a control-type skills.
Most only gained the ability of flight after level 70.
However, having a true flight skill made all the difference. Classes with it enjoyed speed and mobility that others couldn’t match.
ng Anwen nodded thoughtfully, “Try using a Flash Skill Scroll. Let’s see if there’s anything you might’ve missed.”
Awakening three new skills at level 50 was completely normal. Still, to be thorough, it was worth checking.
By now, Lin Moyu had burned through nearly all of the 1,000 Interdiate Skill Scrolls he had prepared—only a few dozen remained. Not nearly enough to continue.
With no other option, he turned to Flash Skill Scrolls.
Fortunately, Dongfang Yi had just delivered 10 Flash Skill Scrolls, bringing his total to 14.
Losing one wouldn’t be a big deal.
Not wanting to miss anything, Lin Moyu used one imdiately.
The Flash Skill Scroll dissolved into a cascade of shimring lights—far more vivid and colorful than any ordinary Skill Scroll.
He felt it instantly: a rush of vast, mysterious energy flooding through his body, stirring sothing deep within.
The power it held was overwhelming—more than a hundred tis stronger than a regular Skill Scroll.
In that mont, Lin Moyu understood why Flash Skill Scrolls guaranteed skill awakening—the mysterious power they contained was simply too imnse.
He also understood sothing deeper: the why behind it. Not just how it worked, but the reason it worked.
If there had been even one skill left unawakened, it would have surfaced.
But this ti—there was no reaction.
That confird it. He had awakened every available skill for his current level. Nothing was overlooked.
ng Anwen nodded, “Good. You didn’t miss anything. Are you heading to the Immorial Battlefield next?”
Lin Moyu replied, “Not yet. I want to grind my skills first.”
Of the three new skills, Lightning Deathwings would take the most ti to grind. The other two? He was confident he could max them out quickly.
ng Anwen said, “Alright. In the next few days, I’ll locate a teleportation node for you.”
The most convenient way to reach the Immorial Battlefield was through ng Anwen and the Shenxia Tower.
Without that shortcut, Lin Moyu would need to travel through several transfer points—an annoying and ti-consuming hassle.
“Thank you, Teachers. I’ll go grind my skills first.”
After leaving White God Courtyard, Lin Moyu headed straight to the Trade Office without delay.
To grind Summon Elental Lich, he needed materials imbued with elental attributes.
The quality of the materials didn’t matter during the grinding process.
However, once the skill was maxed out, a high-grade material would be required to finalize the summon.
Once an Elental Lich was successfully summoned, it would remain indefinitely—unless it was killed in battle, its summoning was canceled, or it was replaced by another of the sa elent.
Liches of different elents could coexist, but only one of each elent could exist at a ti.
At the Trade Office, Lin Moyu began sweeping up low-grade elental materials.
Since this was just for grinding, he focused on level 10 materials—cheap and abundant.
With over 2 billion gold coins to his na, he had more than enough for what he needed.
A unit of Fire Flower, with the fire elent, cost only 100 gold coins.
Azure Ice, with the water elent, was slightly pricier at under 200 per unit.
These low-grade items were rather inexpensive.
Just to be safe, Lin Moyu tested a Fire Flower first.
Once he confird it could be used to summon a Fire Elental Lich, he continued the purchase without hesitation.
He practically cleaned out the Trade Office’s stock of low-grade elental materials.
By the ti he was done, he had spent nearly 300 million gold coins—purchasing 100,000 units of each elental type.
Estimating that this would be more than enough for skill grinding, Lin Moyu left the Trade Office and made his way to the Dungeon Hall.
As usual, he chose the Beast God Plateau dungeon.
The open terrain, temperate climate, and crisp, clean air made it the perfect environnt for focused skill grinding.
More than anything, Lin Moyu was simply too lazy to pick a new dungeon.
Since he was still eligible to enter the Beast God Plateau at level 50, he figured he might as well stick with the familiar. No need to complicate things.
Skill: Lightning Deathwings!
With a soft crackle, a pair of wings materialized on Lin Moyu’s back.
Over three ters wide, they were constructed from interwoven white bones. Lightning arced across the skeletal fra, snapping and crackling with energy.
In the blink of an eye, Lin Moyu transford into a bolt of lightning and shot skyward.
His flight speed was blisteringly fast, leaving behind a long streak of lightning in the air.
By his own estimation, he was flying at about 500 ters per second—significantly slower than his previous Lightning Wings.
But that was expected. This new skill was still only at level 1.
Lin Moyu descended smoothly and retracted the skill.
The transition was seamless—perfect for extended flight. But to push the speed further, the skill’s level would need to be raised.
The cooldown, however, was inconvenient—10 minutes. Which ant grinding the skill would be slow and ti-consuming.
No choice but to commit.
Taking out a large stash of materials, Lin Moyu set them in front of him.
Ti to grind Summon Elental Lich.
As he activated the skill, a white fla blood in his palm.
From the fla, a tiny Lich leapt out—no larger than a fist.
It hovered in the air, its body wreathed in flickering fire. It could fly.
That was unexpected.
Instead of appearing terrifying, the little creature actually looked kind of cute. It circled lazily around Lin Moyu.
Since it was only at level 1, Lin Moyu didn’t bother checking its attributes.
Monts later, he summoned another Fire Elental Lich. Instantly, the previous one burst into a puff of fla and vanished.
Only one Lich of each elent could exist at a ti.
That was the skill’s built-in restriction. There was no way to override it.
So he continued summoning Liches—one after another—burning through materials.
At the sa ti, every ten minutes, he cast Lightning Deathwings to gradually raise its level as well.
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