Time Flows Like Water, Breaking Through to Golden Core

After a spring rain, a thin mist rose over the lake.

Mist lingered around Seven Stars Island. The White Jade Rice in the Spirit Fields was emerald green, giving off a faint fragrance.

Zhao Sheng walked through the Spirit Fields, half his robe dampened by dew. Looking at the thriving White Jade Rice, he smiled faintly. Then, with a sweep of his long sleeve, a vast cloud of gray dust spread out, shrouding several mu of fields before slowly settling among the rice stalks.

He then walked more than ten steps forward to the center of the Spirit Field, formed a hand seal with both hands, and sent a streak of bright yellow spiritual light into the ground.

In an instant, the earth silently sank, forming a pit more than a foot wide.

Zhao Sheng took out a thumb-sized Five-Colored Stone from his sleeve. After examining it twice, he tossed it into the pit.

The next moment, a flicker of light flashed within the pit. It suddenly closed up without a sound, and the ground returned to its original state.

After finishing this, Zhao Sheng suddenly closed his eyes. His Divine Sense expanded outward as he stood there and sensed the surroundings.

As time passed, the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy seemed drawn by some force, continuously gathering toward this Spirit Field. Its concentration rose at an astonishing pace.

In less than half a day, clusters of Spirit Clouds formed above the Spirit Field. Before long, Spirit Rain began to fall in a gentle drizzle.

Zhao Sheng opened his eyes, crouched down, and pressed both hands against the ground. Streams of pure Spiritual Power poured forth, instantly transforming into thousands upon thousands of complex "frequencies" that penetrated more than a hundred feet underground.

Gradually, a frail and tiny spirit vein