The New God at Her Fingertips

Two days later, night fell.

Lu Ran suddenly sensed that his condition had eased somewhat.

What was this?

He immediately entered the Spiritual World and arrived at the Gods and Devils Sculpture Garden, shrouded in gray mist.

Lu Ran stood suspended in the air. Before him was a massive, handsome face—Yan Chou!

"Young Master!"

"It worked." Lu Ran spoke, but the disappointment on his face was hard to conceal.

It seemed that after more than a decade of fighting in the Heaven Realm, the Holy Spirit Qi Yan Chou had purified himself, combined with what he had collected, still had not reached one hundred thousand strands.

"Chou Nu is ashamed." Sensing Lu Ran's disappointment, Yan Chou was overwhelmed by guilt and made to kneel and bow.

"Hey? Stop!" Lu Ran hurriedly stopped him.

Yan Chou immediately froze in place.

Helplessly, Lu Ran said, "This is my Spiritual World. Don't move around carelessly. I can't take it."

Yan Chou: "..."

Lu Ran added, "Once we go slaughtering in the Heaven Realm, you'll soon advance to Heaven Realm, Second Heaven."

Were one hundred thousand strands of Holy Spirit Qi a lot?

They were.

But on the Heaven Realm Battlefield, they were not much.

As everyone knew, one clean Jiang Realm soul was roughly equivalent to one strand of pure Holy Spirit Qi.

By conventional calculations—

One Heaven equaled ten Seas, which equaled one hundred Jiangs!

In other words, each Faceless Jade Sovereign Yan Chou killed, excluding any resources the other party had gathered, was worth one hundred strands of Holy Spirit Qi from its soul alone!

Seen that way, one hundred thousand was not much at all.

Of course, Faceless Jade Sovereigns were incomparably powerful! Not only were they extremely difficult to kill, but even the slightest contact could leave everyone severely