Taking the Miracle Bracelet tossed over by the Mist Lord, Feng Qi could not help but freeze.
After knowing him for so many years, he understood just how desperately the Mist Lord craved power.
Although the Miracle Bracelet's effects were not as perfectly suited to his abilities as the Bloodstone, who would ever consider mastering another power system a burden?
According to the Mist Lord, the Miracle Bracelet possessed enormous growth potential.
As long as he had enough believers, their worship over the years could grant him unimaginable power of faith.
Theoretically, this method of growth was very similar to the "faith-based ascension to godhood" described in mythological tales.
By gathering the power of believers, it could elevate him from mortal flesh to the position of a "true god."
Through the Miracle Bracelet, he could also establish a spiritual connection with every Believer who provided faith power. He could even pass some of his own strength on to them and empower them.
Looking up at the Mist Lord, Feng Qi felt conflicted.
The Mist Lord had once said that if he ever stood at the peak one day, there would definitely be a place beside him for Feng Qi.
Whether the Mist Lord would keep that promise or not, Feng Qi had never taken those words seriously.
After all, what he intended to do was use the Mist Lord, then nip him in the bud.
He would never give him the chance to rise, much less stand at the peak.
Yet Feng Qi had never denied that the Mist Lord had treated him sincerely, truly regarding him as a brother through life and death.
At that moment, the Mist Lord stood up and smiled at him.
"If there's nothing else, head back to the Tiger Soul Sub-Base first. I'll stay