Old Yao's reminder was something Zheng Qing understood perfectly well.
But it was like facing a complex math problem: the formulas and theorems were clearly memorized, yet when it came time to solve it, the answer kept hovering at the tip of his pen, impossible to write down. He was a Side Door Legendary who had achieved his status through a shortcut, and had not been advanced for long enough to grow accustomed to the change in identity, much less view all things in the world from a perspective beyond dimensions like other Legends.
On the other hand, his teacher had also warned him to restrain his use of "Taiyi" and avoid relying too heavily on powers beyond his understanding. That was why Zheng Qing rarely regarded himself as a true Legend.
And one's "sense of time" was precisely one of the greatest differences between Legends and Ordinary Wizards.
So, in response to Old Yao's reminder, Zheng Qing merely nodded noncommittally—compared with that, he cared more about the dark-red gemstone Old Yao had handed him.
This was the key to the Dragon Skeleton World, but in a certain sense, it could also be understood as the Dragon Skeleton World itself.
Buddhists spoke of a world in a flower and enlightenment in a leaf. Though wizards had no similar Zen verses, their worldview was much the same. Through the translucent surface of the gemstone, Zheng Qing could clearly see the outline of the world of Myriad Dragons Gathering, and even vaguely make out the silver-white mist drifting within it. Yet at that moment, the enormous skeleton once surrounded by the heads of myriad dragons had vanished without a trace, leaving behind only a startlingly blank emptiness.
It really had already been taken away.
Zheng Qing sighed inwardly.
As his thought entered