Chapter 96: Chapter 96: The Gift from the Master of the Crucible
Phew!
The haze once again condensed into Tang Qi’s figure, lightly landing on the ground.
Along with his landing, there was also half of a man’s body—oh no, after his head had been blown up, he could hardly be counted as half a body anymore, only a robust torso and a white mask fell down together.
After confirming the man’s death, those terrible, disgusting vines-turned-intestines instantly lost their power source and limply sagged, gradually turning black, turning into powder, and piling up on the hallway floor like a small hill, while the tornted police officers, doctors, and nurses began to wake from their paralyzed state.
Stanna, after relaxing, directly flung herself back onto the bed.
Tang Qi glanced around and seed to see no one in particular in need of urgent dical attention, so he bent down, intending to pick up that white mask. Upon seeing the masked man for the first ti, Tang Qi discovered specks of ghost light on the mask—this was a Curio.
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But just as he bent down, a seemingly insignificant sound suddenly penetrated his ears.
“Thud thud~”
The sound of a heartbeat, not strong, rather muffled.
If one were careless, they might assu it was their own heartbeat.
However, Tang Qi’s mind instantly recalled the phrase that the masked man roared before: “I need what you got from that damn Amber rchant…”
“Bang bang bang”
This ti, Tang Qi’s heart truly began to beat frantically, a sense of crisis violently surging.
Amber rchant… Heartbeat… Evil God…
As these words popped up one after another, a familiar scene suddenly erged in Tang Qi’s mind.
It was inside the Amber rchant’s villa, after resolving the Magic-beast that the rchant had transford into, a heart suddenly appeared inside his body, and within that heart was…
“Evil God Seed!”
“Phew”
Tang Qi suddenly twisted his head and looked towards the remaining torso of the man.
There, a Resentful Soul was slowly drifting out.
It was the masked man, but in his soul state, he wasn’t wearing the mask, showing a normal human form. He looked like a muscular, fierce-faced white middle-aged man, initially bewildered in expression, trying to leave the body and then dissipate.
But just as he was about to leave the body, a terrifying sucking force tried to drag him back into the torso, this turn of events made a happy expression unconsciously surface on the man’s face, seemingly believing he had a chance at Resurrection.
Until that mont, a pair of hands that terrified him imnsely reached over.
On both hands were wrapped faint Golden Light Flas.
However, different from each other, one hand directly grabbed his soul, while the other, bringing a gust of wind, “sizzled” straight into his chest area, as if grasping his already motionless heart, and then two different sounds erged.
His soul was utterly consud by the Golden Light Flas, yet he didn’t feel much Pain. Instead, there was a sense of relief.
But inside his chest, there suddenly ca horrible screams, as if what lay within was not his heart, but so kind of Evil that could pollute everything, similarly “enjoying” the scorching of the Golden Light Flas.
The similarity between the two was that faced with the Golden Light Flas, they both had no power to resist.
Soon, everything ended.
The man’s Resentful Soul dissipated into Nihility, and the bout of malevolence about to erupt inside his chest was likewise eradicated.
But at this mont, Tang Qi felt a strange sensation.
His body at this ti felt as though it had been suddenly thrown into a fire, a series of unbearable burning sensations suddenly began to rise within, starting with the blood, then circulating throughout his body—skin, muscles, bones, organs… and even down to the marrow.
“Drink~”
“Phew”
Tang Qi let out a pained groan, feeling that each breath he exhaled was like the hot air gushing from the depths of a volcano, burning intensely.
Struggling to get up, Tang Qi quickly looked at himself.
In his gaze, a special interface was slowly taking shape.
One Information Fragnt imdiately appeared.
“Golden Furnace ditation…Progress…”
Tang Qi watched as the progress that was initially only 9% entered the threshold of 10%.
In an instant, Tang Qi understood the source of the change.
Almost in a flash, Tang Qi grabbed the white mask, not even having the ti to say goodbye to Stanna, and with a “whoosh,” turned into smoke and quickly departed.
The gray mist detached from the hospital area, and Tang Qi didn’t bother to carefully cover his tracks.
Transford into a gray arrow, he rged into the night sky and then shot towards Thorns Campus.
Ten seconds later, his figure suddenly appeared in an alley outside the campus.
At this mont, Tang Qi looked as if he had just been taken out of a stear, covered in sweat profusely, light golden flas constantly seeping out from his body, his head also had to hang down because he simply couldn’t retract the golden light emanating from his eyes.
The ditation thod was running out of control.
If Tang Qi wasn’t suppressing it with all his might, at this mont, he would likely resemble a human-shaped sun, which in the deep of night, would be unimaginably dazzling.
Upon entering the campus, Tang Qi risked the exposure and burst forth with his fastest speed, fearing that if he didn’t return to his small building, he really wouldn’t be able to control it anymore.
A few seconds later, with a “bang,” Tang Qi closed his door and directly sat down.
Without hesitation, he entered the ditation State.
Boom!
A world completely unlike any other appeared before him.
The golden sun that usually required gradual outlining was now directly suspended above the endless nihility.
No, not just endless nihility.
That golden sun seed to be hanging above the infinite universe, Tang Qi felt a force, existing only in the unknown, dragging him through layers of dark space, past nurous bizarre scenes; floods of information, before invading his mind, were turned into nothingness by the endless golden light.
Until the end, Tang Qi saw that infinitely huge, majestic golden sun.
Ti seed to freeze at that mont.
A whisper suddenly echoed in Tang Qi’s mind.
“The Sun…is the golden lter…the only fuel is…soul.”
“Boom~”
Tang Qi’s thoughts suddenly cleared up, he seed to have realized sothing.
He was receiving a bestowal, from the Master of the Crucible.
Everyone who had practiced the “Golden Furnace ditation” and entered a certain Realm, would receive His bestowal.
But Tang Qi was completely different from the other cultivators.
The ditation thod was just a ditation thod, but the orthodox inheritance from the Master of the Crucible, besides the ditation, also had other Skills that could be paired with it, and after the ditation progressed to today’s realm, it would receive the Master’s bestowal, making other skills progress together.
Even obtaining higher-level skills.
However, aside from the ditation thod, Tang Qi didn’t have any other inheritance.
So now, he was faced with a difficult multiple-choice question.
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