A pitch-black car wheel with a menacing face, filled with a deep-seated grudge, flew out from Yu Ziqing's body and landed on the ground.
The pitch-black wheel, covered in a layer of black paste as if coated over countless years, exuded an eerie aura. As it spun, a peculiar energy circulated around it.
Faintly, there seemed to be a trace of the power of incense fire merging into it.
Just as Yu Ziqing tried to sense it carefully, the power of the incense fire weakened and completely vanished.
Yu Ziqing pondered for a moment, deciding to try again later. He made a note, guessing that it might be related to the wheel's ascension.
Looking at the wheel in its current form, its true shape was indeed quite rough, incomparable to the Moon God's form.
The Moon God not only condensed into a human true form but also had a palace as an accessory.
"Did you feel that trace of incense fire power? Do you know how to ascend in your current true form?"
