"Suppose, just suppose."
"If you could talk to your sister, is there anything to be cautious about?"
o’clock in the morning.
On the way ho, Jiang Wei looked much better; after a good sleep, she was full of energy.
Listening to Fang Qingyu’s words, she tilted her little head and thought for a mont.
The two had coordinated twice yesterday, and their relationship had improved significantly.
Not quite childhood sweethearts, nor life-and-death companions, but at least they could interact like normal teammates and friends.
"Sister doesn’t like idle chatter; other than that, not much else."
"But, it’s impossible for you to contact my sister; no one knows where her true form is."
"Oh, I was just hypothetically speaking, just imagining."
Fang Qingyu nodded casually as if unconcerned.
Previously, in order to verify whether the Candle Dragon was alive.
He used several types of rubbish Origins, disturbing the other multiple tis, which angered them.
This ti, having advanced to a Pilgrimage.
He needed to find a way to reverse this impression.
After all, as per Nvba’s personal affirmation, the other side was not an Alien God.
So, he needed to carefully maintain the Candlebearer as a trump card.
Back ho.
Fang Qingyu yawned and said to Jiang Wei.
"I’ll go to sleep first. You can watch TV, play gas, sleep, whatever you wish."
His voice was filled with weary fatigue, but deep in his eyes, there was an undeniable hint of anticipation.
Back in his room, he locked the door behind him.
Isolating himself from the outside world.
The room was quiet, only the faint sounds of the city morning could be heard from outside the window.
Fang Qingyu sat cross-legged on the bed, taking a deep breath.
Then he opened a box, taking out a Life Pearl emitting a faint white light.
Without a mont’s hesitation, he put the Life Pearl into his mouth.
A cold energy, with a slight tingling sensation, instantly spread from his mouth, down his throat, quickly dispersing to his entire body, finally like a trickle, rging into the depths of his spiritual sea.
The experience points on the panel began to tick steadily.
Fang Qingyu cald his heart, dispelling distractions, guiding the pure spiritual energy to cleanse and nourish his spiritual sea.
The Life Pearls in the box turned to powder one by one, making slight "pop" sounds like glass breaking, then disappearing into nothingness. Each
absorption made Fang Qingyu’s spiritual sea more condensed and expansive.
The progress bar representing the Professional Level was advancing at an unprecedented speed.
When the last Life Pearl.
That Life Pearl emanating a slight blue glow, harvested from yesterday’s hunt of a large Micro Level Life Ghost, was completely absorbed.
Buzz——!
In his mind, it was as if a silent explosion roared!
A new notification popped up on the panel.
[Congratulations, your profession "Candlebearer" has advanced to Level 2 (0/400)]
At that mont, Fang Qingyu’s consciousness was forcibly pulled away from reality by an irresistible force.
He no longer saw the familiar scene of his bedroom.
But was instead enveloped in a kaleidoscope of bizarre and brilliant colors.
He felt as if he had been thrown into a rapidly spinning kaleidoscope, or swept into the most turbulent part of the river of ti.
Day and night alternated madly before his eyes!
The light of day was blinding and dazzling, almost burning the soul.
The curtain of night instantly covered, deep enough to swallow everything.
Mountains and rivers twisted and deford under his feet, seas fell into mulberry fields in a single thought, he felt as small as a speck of dust, helplessly tossed and turned in this beyond-reason flood of ti.
This intense, soul-crushing sense of temporal disarray lasted for an unknown duration, possibly a mont, possibly millennia.
Finally, the crazy stream of light suddenly halted!
All the noise, changes, and tearing sensations abruptly disappeared.
Fang Qingyu’s consciousness heavily "landed."
In front of him was the familiar, ancient desolate atmosphere of the dark void.
Beneath his feet, the cold hard rocky ground.
Ahead, still stood that ancient, rough, enormous stone table as if fused with the earth.
Behind the stone table, that solitary stone chair remained.
And on the stone chair, still sat that figure.
Wearing the Twelve-Stread Profound Jade Imperial Crown, draped in garnts woven seemingly of the deepest night, her presence as vast as the cosmic skies, yet as silent and aloof as eternal ice, the woman.
The Candle Dragon!
Fang Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief, at least she wasn’t angry enough to refuse eting him.
He wanted to speak, following Jiang Wei’s "strategy" to say sothing.
But... at that mont, Fang Qingyu realized that reverence, along with an all-pervading, life-leveling enormous oppression, like the heaviest shackles, firmly bound his body and soul!
Even a finger could not move!
His throat seed thoroughly welded shut, unable to emit any sound!
Only his eyes could slightly shift.
Seems...
No chance to speak this ti.
He could only focus his gaze on the woman.
The jade veil of the crown swayed slightly, emitting a mysterious and hazy glow, completely obscuring the face on the stone chair, revealing only a vague and perfect jawline, along with eyes that seed to contain endless ti, deep and unfathomable.
However, this ti was different from the last.
Last ti, the Candle Dragon rely leaned lazily on the stone chair, like overlooking a speck of dust.
But this ti, just as Fang Qingyu’s consciousness "landed" and he saw her clearly.
The Candle Dragon... moved.
She slowly stood up from that cold stone chair.
The entire dark void seed to tremble slightly with her rise!
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