The void swayed, and his vision twisted.
Luo Chen could not tell whether the world around him had changed or his senses were deceiving him. From inside the stone room, he had been transported to a new place.
The second trial!
Before Luo Chen could steady his footing, he instinctively sent his Divine Sense into his Storage Ring.
He could not take those precious Bamboo Slips with him, but what about the Spirit Root Pills and other medicines he had refined with his own hands, including the surplus?
Sensing them with his Divine Sense, Luo Chen breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank goodness they're still here!"
None of the three medicines was particularly high-grade; they were only Tier 1 or Tier 2.
But the supplementary ingredients needed to refine them were exceedingly hard to find in the Mountain Sea World.
Several were things Luo Chen had never heard of before. He had learned of them only through the Bamboo Slips in the Pill World.
In other words,
even after leaving the Fallen Devil Land, he would struggle to reproduce these pills elsewhere unless he poured enormous effort into improving the Pill Recipes.
Relieved as he was, Luo Chen felt an even sharper pang of regret.
"If these pills could spread throughout the Mountain Sea World, I might change the shape of this entire world!"
Cultivators ruled the Mountain Sea World.
But its population consisted overwhelmingly of countless mortals, too many to estimate.
In the Eastern Wasteland, great sects kept these mortals to gather basic materials and provide promising recruits. In the Northern Sea, they put them to slightly greater use, but they were still little more than expendable hands doing odd jobs for factions large and small.
If that vast mortal population could cultivate with the aid of Spirit Root