After listening to Wang Qi's explanation, Chen Youjia's expression finally eased a little. She asked, "There won't be any problems, right?"
"There won't be any aftereffects—if there's anything, then... mm, I feel like I'm recovering at a seriously abnormal speed." Wang Qi raised a finger, and a wisp of Flame of Life ignited atop it.
It was only a wisp, an exceedingly tiny one.
Yet Chen Youjia could feel it: under the glow of that peculiar flame, even the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around her brimmed with vitality.
"I didn't manage to destroy it all. Part of it irreversibly entered my cultivation technique," Wang Qi said. "The Flame of Life has transformed again. There's no way to turn it back now."
"How does it feel?"
"Unfamiliar... It's like one part of my body suddenly became abnormally powerful, and it no longer fits very well with my original cultivation technique." Wang Qi shook his head with a bitter smile.
From a functional perspective, some specialization was not necessarily bad. But the "path of evolution" prized balance, and there was always a question of cost-effectiveness.
It was like birds of prey and wading birds. For birds of prey, broad, powerful wings and hollow, lightweight bones were necessities. But for wading birds, wings only needed to serve as a means of balance, while bones did not need to be especially light—they needed to be sturdy above all else.
The Flame of Life was indeed an extremely useful ability for Wang Qi. Considering that he might one day become enemies with Eternal True Color, the Flame of Life could also play an enormous role. But that did not change the fact that it was only one "part."
But for Ai Qinglan, the Flame of Life had already become the foundation of every