For Chen Lin, it was hard to tell whether this ascension was good or bad.
The level of his ability had certainly undergone a qualitative transformation.
But a guaranteed hit on the first attempt when crafting items was an unimaginably heaven-defying means. With it, he would never have to worry about resources.
Now, although its scope had broadened,
and its effects were no longer limited to crafting items, it had fallen back to the original Ten Attempts One Hit. The gains and losses were difficult to judge, because his talent ability came with prerequisites.
He had to do things the right way to guarantee one success in ten attempts. Simply imagining something would not work.
Still, the improvement was already done. He could hardly detonate his Lake of Talent again to force the ability back down. That would put his life at risk.
Chen Lin suppressed his energy and returned his consciousness to reality.
He immediately took out ten flying swords, marked a dot on the door, then turned his back to it and threw all ten blindly, one after another. He used no abilities, relying entirely on his senses.
After throwing them, he turned around.
Sure enough.
One flying sword had pinned itself precisely into that tiny dot.
His talent ability had worked!
Without it, there was no way his method just now could have accurately struck such a tiny mark.
Yet Chen Lin frowned.
He discovered that using his talent to accomplish even this small task had lowered the water in his Lake of Talent by an entire level. The consumption was far greater than he had imagined.
"Master, you succeeded!"
Hearing the noise, Grass immediately pushed open the door and entered.
Chen Lin rubbed his chin.
He looked at her body, a thoughtful expression on his face.