Yu Ziqing stood by the Fire Sea for a long time, quietly contemplating.
He sensed that a Divine Skill was already brewing, and as his contemplation deepened, the brewing speed of that skill increased.
But even after he returned to a normal state, the Divine Skill still did not appear.
He was not discouraged; based on past experiences, the more ordinary the Divine Skill, the easier it is to manifest.
The stronger the Divine Skill, on the other hand, won't immediately appear; even after advancing, it requires time to slowly brew.
He finally walked into the Fire Sea, which, after losing the Mud Sea of the Muddied World, was now just a huge pit filled with Blood Flame.
During the time he stood at the edge of the Fire Sea contemplating, the bottom of the sea was already covered with a thin layer of black ash.
Yu Ziqing reached out a finger to touch it, gathered a small amount, and carefully confirmed it—it was indeed Black Soil.
