Although he would be fine even if his Spirit dropped, it had never fallen to zero before.
Ye Qiyan had no intention of experimenting recklessly without being certain.
But he could still try out the other abilities.
He could set an anchor point once a day.
The first undoubtedly had to be placed inside the train.
Specifically, right in front of the operating system's main unit in the locomotive.
"Setting an anchor point costs fifty Spirit? Not bad. That's not much."
After setting it, Ye Qiyan ran outside, took out the Blasphemy Card, and silently recited in his mind.
Voyage.
Another thirty Spirit was consumed, and the dark-gold, hooded humanoid dragging an anchor on the face of the Blasphemy Card began to move.
Ye Qiyan felt his body sink.
It was as though he were submerged in an utterly dark, abyssal sea.
Whispers swirled around his ears.
But the sensation lasted only an instant.
When he opened his eyes, he was already inside the locomotive, while the little figure on the Blasphemy Card gradually turned gray.
"A cooldown of one hour? Not bad. That's not too long."
Ding, ding-
The train's system Light Screen suddenly appeared beside him.
In the private chat interface, a chat window with a blond-haired avatar popped up.
"Shaya? Why is she contacting me now? Could she already know I assembled the Blasphemy Card? That was way too fast."
Puzzled, Ye Qiyan opened the chat window.
["Hellooo? You already found the third Blasphemy Card fragment and assembled it?"]
She really did know. Ye Qiyan was a little speechless.
He had originally intended to tell no one about this. He had underestimated Shaya. It seemed she must have left something on the Blasphemy Card fragment she had given him.
At that thought, Ye Qiyan decided not to