Across the void, no celestial phenomena or earthly geography could be relied upon; the only thing worth relying on was myself.
Across the coming kalpas, no Hetu and Luoshu could be cited as proof; all that could be cited was emptiness.
Sword Qi crisscrossed, and wood chips flew. Only after Wang Qi had written those two lines did he feel considerably better.
"Enjoying the blessings of my past life, then being dragged down by that same past life—this is fair enough." Wang Qi leaned on his sword and sighed inwardly. "I never should have kept tangling with matters from my past life. I died once; the past was already over... I'm not some lunatic from the set next door who, after dying and crossing over to Earth, would scheme by every possible means to cross back just to fulfill a promise."
Thinking of this, Wang Qi sighed, took two sheets of paper from his storage pouch, and flicked them. The power of the Tian Shang Jue instantly reduced them to ash.
"You were about to take that out in front of those two? What is it?"
"Let's call it my final trump card. With confidence, the heart doesn't panic." Wang Qi took out another stack of paper and burned it as well.
"What exactly is it?"
Wang Qi sneered. "Something that could make Chen Jingyun kneel before me right now."
Zhen Chanzi snorted disdainfully. "If it were truly that good, would you not use it? This old man is not wholly ignorant of mathematical principles. According to your wager, you would need to produce an achievement of the Unfettered Realm caliber to make him bow down, would you not?"
"If I used it now, I'm afraid I'd become irreconcilable enemies with the entire Myriad Dharma Sect." Wang Qi spoke with