He crouched down, following the directions of Qinghuo Qiming and dipped his right hand into the totem pool.
Qinghuo Qiming, now wearing that exaggerated mask again, circled around the totem pool, muttering incantations as he walked.
Jiang Wang still couldn't understand what he was chanting, but as the ritual proceeded, a faint fiery red mist began to form in the otherwise empty totem pool. It was extremely thin, but it was there.
Like fish chasing bait, the fiery red mist gathered towards Jiang Wang's hand, clinging to his palm, climbing upwards, and "swimming" along the surface of his body towards his back with a very specific target in mind.
This fiery red mist was undoubtedly the Totem Power manifesting in the environment of the totem pool.
Jiang Wang could feel it— with the infusion of the fiery red mist, the flame totem on his back began to emit a slight heat, and then...
That was it.
The sensation stopped at a faint warmth.
