"Can it?"
Meng Qi's emotions were shaken at this moment. There was joy, surprise, and confusion as well.
Two hundred Merit Points a month, two thousand four hundred a year, and twenty-four thousand in ten years. In other words, twenty-four thousand Merit Points could buy a chance to return thirty breaths into the past. Wasn't that cheap? Wasn't that an incredible bargain?
With proper planning, even a newly ascended legendary great power could be strangled in its cradle. At least according to Meng Qi's current understanding, legendary great powers beneath Thunder God's level were still limited to communicating with the "other selves" within different universes, different worlds, and different Time-Space Shards. They did not involve the past!
Twenty-four thousand Merit Points for such an opportunity was practically a pie falling from the sky.
The enormous surprise made Meng Qi hesitate. When things were abnormal, there was always something sinister behind them!
Completing a Dharmakaya move mission worth several tens of thousands of Merit Points yet receiving a Peerless Divine Weapon-level treasure worth four hundred thousand Merit Points—anyone would find that abnormal without even having to think hard.
At first, Meng Qi had thought the black-robed great power would reclaim the Seven Kill Stele, leaving him to fail the mission and get tricked by the Lord of Six Paths Samsara. Yet he had not mentioned the matter at all, as if he had completely forgotten about the Seven Kill Stele.
After discovering that the Seven Kill Stele was still in the avatar's hands, Meng Qi had assumed it was the black-robed great power's "payment." Perhaps, for various reasons, he could not act personally and had no choice but to ask the Lord of Six Paths Samsara to kill his disobedient reincarnated divine split. The Seven Kill Stele was the remuneration. It