"Hiss!"
Xu Xiaoshou sucked in a sharp breath.
At the sight of that wheel, that pointer, dead memories suddenly began attacking him.
Back then, it was because his hand had been too damned itchy. His first instinct had not been to spin the wheel, but to turn the pointer. He had ended up snapping it off, causing every subsequent chain of Passive incidents.
"I had a body full of Active Skills!"
"I could have had a body full of Active Skills! The Active System clearly occupied the lion's share of the wheel's sections—fully ninety percent!"
He vaguely remembered that the bottom of the black wheel had been divided into two major sections, one gold and one red. The gold had been the Active System, the red the Passive System.
But now, with a single glance, he could not tell whether his memory was faulty or whether his eyes had gone blurry from lying in a hospital bed for too long.
"There are no sections?"
The black wheel traced back by the Source of Time and Space no longer had gold and red at its base. In their place was a patch of woody yellow.
That murky yellow, the color of shoddy timber, not only displayed the black wheel's crude craftsmanship—it also perfectly conveyed the wretched quality of its paint.
"A wooden wheel..."
Xu Xiaoshou stared at it, then abruptly froze.
If one disregarded the black exterior, this wooden wheel was far too familiar.
He had seen something similar on the display table in Ancient Past Forget-Worry Pavilion's left side, where the Ten Seat Holders figurines were placed. It had likewise been cheap and crudely made.
If it had been Kong Yuhen's handiwork, though, the Ten Seat Holders figurines had been carved with exquisite detail, lifelike and vivid. It should not