The following day, during the hour of Chen.
Ji An sank his consciousness into his dantian, connected with the Stone Turtle, and observed how much spiritual essence it had absorbed last night.
Though both were fourth-tier Spirit Veins, the spiritual essence gathered here was mainly wood, earth, and metal. There was only a little water essence, and almost no fire essence.
Overall, the total spiritual essence absorbed by the Stone Turtle was less than what it gained at Crimson Flame Peak, only a little over sixty percent as much.
Ji An withdrew his consciousness from his dantian and sighed.
"By the looks of it, Crimson Flame Peak is truly my blessed land. Though it is only fourth-order low-grade, the Stone Turtle's daily spiritual essence income rivals that of a fourth-order mid-grade Spirit Vein. I wonder how long it will take for the sect's Spirit Vein to rise to fourth-order mid-grade."
At that moment, True Monarch Zhenyue arrived at Luanpeng Pavilion and asked with a smile, "Fellow Daoist, did you rest comfortably here last night?"
"Very well. In the past few days, I passed through that region of the Spirit-Severing Land and tasted the full bitterness of a Spiritual Energy Desert. After arriving in Central Continent, I flew all the way without stopping at a single Spirit Vein. To be able to cultivate quietly on a fourth-tier Spirit Vein last night left my whole body feeling refreshed."
Ji An spoke with feeling. If not for the Gourd World, he did not know how much hardship he would have suffered on the journey to Central Continent.
There was not a trace of spiritual energy in the Spirit-Severing Land, while the narrow safe passage contained extremely little. Without a small world as backing, one had to refine pills, Spirit Fruits, Spirit Stones, and