Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master

Chapter 1002 Using The Mystic Art

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The first step was by summoning the target's wheel. Luckily he saw what that spirit looked like, like a big star.

As he recalled how it looked, recalled everything he saw before in his last visit here, a wheel suddenly appeared from a far distance. And from the first glance, he could tell how special this wheel was.

All the wheels he saw before were just formed of a single wheel that could expand into many copies of it underneath. But this one was different.

First, it was weirdly golden in colour. On its surface, there were tons of smaller and different-sized wheels, spinning at various speeds, not interacting with each other, while many were lying on top of one another.

It looked… Weird. It was as if someone was looking at a Swiss watch interior or something.

The wheel looked quite heavy, and it flew slowly like a snail. William kept watching its unique design and kept a note of this in his heart.

This was the first spirit wheel he ever met so far. And knowing that Fate and Destiny world ruled over the spirit world as well made him quite relieved.

"This world is quite special… Does it also preside over the god world as well or what?" William read before about the presence of the God-world in the scrolls, but it got a very scarce amount of information there, mainly getting mentioned in the middle of the context.

"Let's do it," as the wheel finally stopped in front of him, he started to do the art. This time all he needed to do was to stand in a special pose, raising one leg up, while touching both palms together. He had to remain like this for a few minutes, muttering an incantation during all this time, waiting for the bridge to start forming.

At first, he felt nothing. But soon enough he felt little heat in his body. He knew this was a sign that spirit power was getting drained from him, going to fuel up that art.

He persisted and trusted the elixir he consumed before. If not, he'd end up in a very terrible state, got quite exhausted and bedridden for many days.

"It's happening," as he persisted for five minutes, something started to come out from his wheel. It was white in colour, looking like a little bud or something like a young sprout.

It kept growing until it formed a tentacle, and then it moved to meet up with the wheel opposite to his. The distance between the two was at least half a kilometre away, but the newly born bridge crossed it in no time at all.

"Is it over?" Just before he'd assessed the new bridge, the one that was just in the form of a thin bond that linked the two wheels together, something new happened.

"A new one?!! How many do I need to form before the bridge is done? Don't tell me I need to wait for a long time here…"

He suddenly realised there was no mention of the time needed to form this bridge. If he knew it'd take a long time, he'd prefer to consume more than one elixir to safeguard himself.

As he realised that, he watched one tentacle after another grow from his wheel and move towards the opposite one. He was worried his spirit power would get depleted, didn't know the art already absorbed what it needed and was just giving out results.

He waited, waited for a long time while tens of tentacles already formed. When many of them appeared and he didn't feel anything weird or funny about himself, he realised he wasn't in any danger or anything.

He simply waited and watched, until a true structure that could be best described as a wide bridge, got formed between the two wheels.

And then no more tentacles grow anymore. "Is it over? Is it now active?"

As he just muttered these words to himself, he watched something new happen. The bridge was white in colour, looking like a flat surface of white land. But right now, its surface started to change.

Parts started to rise up, while other parts began to thin out. A wave of golden colour started to appear and spread over from the other wheel towards him.

"This…" just after what seemed to be ten hours, the entire bridge was now totally different, "this is a gathering of small wheels… And my wheel now had a tinge of golden colour… Is this good or bad?"

His wheel changed from being pure white into having thin golden lines. He didn't know if this would negatively affect him, or if would it even impact him in any way. "I hope this is the link between the two of us… I'll wait for a bit longer, who knows what else will happen…"

As he sat over his wheel, he kept watching and examining it. He felt nothing wrong there, didn't feel what changed aside from the golden lines.

He then shifted his attention towards the smaller wheels that connected his wheel with the other one. These wheels were interlocking with each other, spinning slowly, without showing anything remarkable to them.

After waiting for five more hours, he decided to call it a day and return. Yet the moment he wanted to return back, he felt he couldn't.

"What's going on?" he tried many times and yet nothing happened. Before he'd think about what was going on, he saw the other wheel moving away slowly from him. And as this happened, the smaller wheels started to produce new wheels, looking as if the bridge was stretching out, keeping the link intact.

"I have to wait until you walk away? Come on slow turtle, move your fat ass away and don't delay me for any longer!" William grew impatient after waiting for half a day here. The spirit wheel was moving like a snail and didn't cross too much distance in the past twelve hours.