Gu Jianlin felt the pale Ghost Fire burning on the five fingers of his right hand and fell into deep thought.
"If an average person only has one bar of spiritual mana, consuming fifty mana points per skill use to deal a hundred damage, then in my case, it's as if I have an invisible duplicate behind me—a duplicate with two bars of spiritual mana. I consume fifty mana points but deal two hundred damage."
"And the benefits brought by the Qilin likely don't stop there, because right now I'm in my human form, not like I was in the Ancient Tomb…"
"But there's no such thing as a free lunch. Beyond my own progression, I also have to allocate half to feed the Black Qilin. Yet clearly, my power isn't solely that of an Ascender; it also includes the Qilin Power belonging to the Ancient Gods."
The only question is how many more resources this will burn through.
As for the existence of the Black Qilin, he was somewhat used to it now.
