All of this was entirely thanks to Ji Wuyi.
Yang Chen could not help but feel delighted. He had gained so many Dao Intent Inscriptions out of nowhere in one breath—anyone would struggle to contain the heartfelt joy.
More than twenty-seven thousand; less than three thousand remained until thirty thousand.
As delight filled his heart, he planned to properly thank Ji Wuyi. Yet before the words of gratitude could leave his mouth, Ji Wuyi's voice rang out in his mind.
"Yang Chen, this old man's spirit body cannot hold on much longer. There is no need to thank me; this is what you deserve. If you truly wish to thank me, then remember this spear technique well and carry it forward. Do not disgrace me."
As the words fell, a vast amount of soul memories suddenly emerged in Yang Chen's mind, all describing a set of earth-shattering spear techniques.
This spear canon was called the Profound Roaming Spear Canon, recording the full essence of the spear techniques Ji Wuyi had comprehended.
Now that the spear techniques had surfaced in his mind, Yang Chen was in no hurry to examine them. He only saw Ji Wuyi's body suddenly shatter, turning into a streak of dazzling light that gradually vanished from sight.
Yang Chen knew that Ji Wuyi had perished in both body and soul, leaving this world forever.
Sorrow rose in his heart. Ever since learning that Ji Wuyi was a master of the spear, Yang Chen had held him in admiration. After all, the first path he had embarked upon in this life had been the Way of the Spear. Yet because he could not comprehend Spear Dao Intent, he had been forced to stop advancing down that path. During those times of loss and disappointment, he had been filled