The Radiant Light sped steadily through the Endless Void.
In the blink of an eye, more than three months had passed.
Everything aboard had long since returned to normal. Crew rotations, course corrections, and maintenance equipment adjustments all proceeded in orderly fashion.
After the turmoil caused by the Deep Sea Tribe's Wasteland Martial expert, everyone had become more vigilant. Their sailing efficiency had not suffered in the slightest; instead, they were running slightly ahead of schedule.
Inside the Core Cultivation Room, the spirit gathering array runes had been driven to their limits.
Cosmic energy, so dense it was almost tangible, converged from every direction and churned into mist inside the room. It was so thick that water could almost have been wrung from it.
On the cushion in the center, Lin Sheng sat cross-legged with his eyes shut. Halos of rules flickered around him, rising and falling like breaths.
The floor before him was littered with densely scattered remnants of heavenly treasures.
Spirit Jade Curio shells, herb dregs, beast bone fragments... They lay piled in overlapping layers around him, amounting to two or three hundred treasures at a glance. Any one of them would have been a rare, priceless item, but now their spiritual energy had been exhausted, leaving ordinary waste.
On the leather sofa in the corner, Little Black curled into a ball. With a body the size of a watermelon, Little Black hugged a Secret-Roasted Strange Beast Leg taller than half a person and gnawed away with head lowered, sending grease flying.
Only occasionally did Little Black glance up at the figure meditating in the center, flicking a tail and grumbling inwardly.
It's already been three months... How much longer is this guy going to sit there?
Ever since driving off that old monster from the Deep Sea