The two questions were not difficult.
Yet both Wang Quan and Ying Jiaren pondered them seriously for a quarter of an hour.
Time was up.
The great cultivator's projection said, "Go!"
The next breath, he burst apart into a vortex.
At first, the vortex was illusory and could collapse at any moment.
But within just a few breaths, it stabilized completely.
Wang Quan and Ying Jiaren exchanged a glance and stepped inside.
Whoosh!
Lights of every color streamed around them.
The two seemed to pass through a passage, but they had no perception of time.
It felt just like passing through the spatial rift in the Underworld.
Bang!
The passage collapsed.
The two landed in a strange place.
Pitch-black darkness surrounded them, but within it were streaks of light like candle flames.
They looked over and discovered eyes rolling about within the flames.
This immediately reminded Wang Quan of the [Vertical Eye] anomaly he had encountered in his youth.
But these eyes lacked [Vertical Eye]'s coldness and ruthlessness. Instead, they brimmed with all sorts of emotions.
There was curiosity, appreciation, jealousy, envy, and dissatisfaction.
One breath...
Three breaths...
Five breaths...
A voice rang out from all directions. "What do you need so many materials for?"
Wang Quan and Ying Jiaren answered in unison, "To forge something called a [Title]."
The candle flames around them flickered.
A little while later, another voice rang out:
"Then, once you have forged your [Titles], what can you do for ordinary cultivators? Or rather, what can you bring them?"
Ying Jiaren looked at Wang Quan.
Before entering, the two had already agreed that he would answer this question.
Wang Quan drew a deep breath. "Everyone, if I forge a Title, I will do everything in my power to bring hope to ordinary cultivators."
The eyes