[World of Myriad Spirits: condensed the embryonic form of a brand-new world, establishing a foundation for advancement to Myth Tier.]
At that moment, Su Ping once again refused to believe it and examined his talent. After checking ten times and finding that the original Home of Myriad Spirits really had turned into such an unremarkable "talent" ability, he finally became certain.
He probably had not misread it, nor had he been enveloped in an illusion of mental strength. This should be real!
But why had this happened?
Why had it been so easy? This was fucking unscientific!
Su Ping once again thought of that figure that had appeared in the deepest recesses of his soul imprint, and for a moment, he grew somewhat suspicious.
Did this thing really have no designs on him?
Or was it genuinely waiting until he reached Myth Tier to make another move against him? The problem was, there was no need.
Looking at the feedback from this talent-or rather, this was no longer talent feedback at all-to Su Ping, this was a fully fledged Myth Tier skill, something that truly constituted his "Myth Foundation."
Su Ping even wanted to simply lie flat and say to that figure with a human body and serpent tail, who clearly ought to have harbored ill intentions, Buddy, just come on already. Stop tormenting me.
After all, both his transmigration and the existence of the Myriad Spirits Codex were so extraordinary.
It was impossible for the other party to want nothing in return. And he had to admit, compared with the Death God's utterly direct mind control, Su Ping already wanted to spread his arms and willingly embrace it.
In the end, he had only been an ordinary person in his previous life. He had been able to