As his own hundred years of time poured into the Pan Peach Tree, the true spirit within it immediately underwent subtle changes, granting him a few more degrees of control over the tree.
"In one day, I can add three hundred and sixty years. One month makes five thousand four hundred years; one year makes over sixty thousand years; ten years makes over six hundred thousand years. I will surely gain complete control of the Pan Peach Tree." After stroking the Pan Peach Tree and watering it with more Three Lights Divine Water, Zhang Chen turned and vanished into the void.
Time flowed swiftly. Three years later, the flames of the Primordial Fire Spirit suddenly vanished. The liquid in the pool used to temper and cultivate warriors was exhausted, and without the Primordial Fire Spirit's power, spirit medicines could no longer be refined. The process of cultivating Golden Armored Warriors naturally came to a halt.
"This is bad! The Primordial Fire Spirit's flames have vanished!"
"Quick, report this to the Queen Mother of the West!"
"It's over! With the flames gone, the medicine-refining process has been delayed. Won't the Queen Mother of the West whip me to death?" A Golden Armored General threw back his head and roared, his voice full of grief.
Within the Underground Palace
Zhang Chen naturally heard the clamor outside, and he also knew just how great an impact the sudden disappearance of the Primordial Fire Spirit would have.
Kunlun Mountain had gathered human children to the mountain to cultivate warriors. Some people were specifically responsible for using the innate fire spirit to refine medicine and innate spiritual materials into that pool of crimson liquid. The liquid was then used to cultivate Golden Armored Warriors, who in turn captured all manner of Innate Beings and gathered