Seeking the Buddha

Repairs to the buildings within the city were already in full swing, but Wang Ye had not intervened.

He needed to hurry as well.

Three years was neither long nor short, and the time left for him was not all that abundant.

Returning to his room,

Wang Ye took out the seven-colored flower. After pondering for two seconds, he plucked off a petal and swallowed it in one gulp.

Just as Wang Ye had expected, the spiritual power within the seven-colored flower was exceedingly gentle. It caused no impact to him at all; instead, it silently nourished him like rain.

A moment later,

Wang Ye opened his eyes. His gaze had become even brighter, as though countless stars glittered within his pupils.

"It can't increase, only be purified?"

he murmured.

At that moment, he could clearly sense that his spiritual power had become somewhat purer, and his thoughts ran faster, but it provided no help in increasing his strength.

But thinking about it carefully, that made sense.

This thing could help Zhao Hai restore his already depleted spiritual power, and the Great Emperor of the North Pole had also placed his hopes of advancement upon it.

Given the Great Emperor of the North Pole's strength, his spiritual power had likely already reached a bottleneck. Increasing it further would have little effect, so purification was what mattered.

"Unfortunately, I haven't reached a bottleneck yet. Using it for purification now would be far too wasteful."

With that thought, Wang Ye casually put the seven-colored flower away.

"As for what comes next, it's time to look for that esteemed Lord Buddha."

Wang Ye took a deep breath and said.

This had been the plan he had formulated the moment he returned. Ever since coming back from Leiyin Temple, Wang Ye had always felt