After discussing matters with everyone, Ji An returned to his Crimson Flame Peak cave abode and entered the small world.
The past few days of battle had yielded him and his fellow disciples quite a bountiful harvest. Now was the time to take stock of it.
He activated the Green Lotus Heart-Burning Fire and got to work as an incinerator. One Nascent Soul level corpse after another was burned into ashes and placed in urns.
He now held thirteen ash urns. Two contained the ashes of Nascent Soul Layer 8 cultivators, two held those of Nascent Soul Layer Six cultivators, while the rest belonged to Early Nascent Soul level Buddhist cultivators.
Looking at the row of black ceramic urns beside the Gathering Origin Tree, Ji An felt a sense of satisfaction rise within him.
He had always felt that fighting and killing were rather meaningless, but if fighting and killing could obtain scarce resources, that was another matter entirely.
There was not much mana left in his body, and his divine sense had also been severely depleted, so he began cultivating to recover.
A Spiritual Energy Vortex rose and formed above his head, but it spanned only a dozen or so acres, far weaker than usual. This was because, after the overall grade of his Spiritual Treasures had improved, his efficiency in refining spiritual energy had further increased.
The Rank 4 high-grade Spirit Vein was already struggling to meet the needs of him and his many spiritual plants. Raising the Spirit Vein grade had once again become a difficult problem before him.
The night passed without incident.
Early the next Rabbit hour, Ji An awoke from his sleep brimming with energy. He took out several confiscated Summoning Bags and released Metal Element Spiritual Energy to strike them.
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