Shallow Night had fallen. Though the sky was dim, the scenery was still visible.
Inside the room, Qin Ming drew a deep breath, exhaled the stale air, severed his stray thoughts, and brushed away the dust of restlessness in his heart.
The Sun Stone in the copper basin had just been brought back and was at its brightest. Qin Ming's hair tips and facial contours were covered in brilliant light.
Bathed in Fire Haze, even the windows and walls seemed gilded. Qin Ming sat still, looking much like a scene recorded in books from the Old World: within a temple whose tiles had been dyed pale gold by the afterglow of sunset, a Divine Statue bathed in the evening haze, peaceful and serene.
Before long, he poured part of the pale golden liquid from the porcelain jar into a white bowl. Its fragrance was rich and intoxicating. It had originally been extracted from honey wine, and before he even drank it, it already left him slightly tipsy.
A traveling merchant who had roamed far and wide had once said that not even one piece of Day Gold could buy a single drop of essence from an ant nest.
In the white bowl, the pale golden Spiritual Matter seemed to have gathered the sunlight of the Old World. It gleamed brightly, steaming out wisps of mist threaded with gold.
Qin Ming covered the porcelain jar and drained the half-bowl of Spiritual Matter in one gulp.
His mouth filled with sweet fragrance, mingled with a faint scent of wine that lingered endlessly. It was better than the bitter gall of the Blood Snake by hundreds or thousands of times, making him want to drink another bowl at once.
In an instant, Qin Ming experienced its wonders. His body rapidly heated up, the