Undying Pasada

Lightly gripping the thick main root of the osmanthus tree, Lin Qi continuously poured White Tiger Battle Qi into it.

The osmanthus tree was like a bottomless abyss, devouring every bit of battle qi Lin Qi sent into it. The green light on the tree grew ever denser; the glow that had originally clung to the trunk like a thin veil had now thickened to the size of a mung bean.

Both hands clasped around the main root, Lin Qi began murmuring in a low voice.

That ancient Family Prayer—even Blackbeard could not say what it meant. It was a family prayer passed down generation after generation, one syllable at a time, with utmost exactitude. Lin Qi had no idea what the prayer meant at all. He merely recited it mechanically under his breath.

That thin, cold, lonely voice rang faintly within Lin Qi's mind, continuously posing new questions to him.

Lin Qi could not understand what any of those questions meant. Yet what he found unbelievable was that at the beginning of every section of his Family Prayer, there was a line with syllables exactly identical to the final portion of that voice's question. He only needed to follow the sections of the Family Prayer and recite them one by one in response to the voice's questions.

This prayer contained more than a thousand syllables, divided into over fifty sections. Every member of the Black Tiger Family had passed it down by word of mouth through countless generations, and over innumerable years, not a single syllable had ever gone wrong! It had to be said—this was a miracle! Perhaps only the Black Tiger Family's ancestors, with their one-track minds, could have preserved such a tongue-twisting prayer.

As Lin Qi recited softly, a sheet of green light gradually spilled from