Ji An left the small world and saw multicolored radiance filling the sky, passing through earth and stone as it descended. It fell onto his head and sank into Guanghan Palace. This was Profound Yellow Merit Qi.
The purification of the Spirit Vein was nearing its end. He had no idea what grade this ownerless Spirit Vein had originally been, but it was now only Mid-grade First-tier.
He walked out of the cave abode. Outside, the sun shone brightly.
Zhang Zeye came forward and cupped his hands.
"True Lord, the rift leading to the True Demon Realm has been sealed. We can withdraw at any time."
Though it was called a seal, they had actually only built a house over the rift. Its interior was filled with Purification Arrays that could immediately purify any demonic qi that surged out.
The Spirit Stones in the array could sustain it for a little over two hundred years. When that time came, people would need to be sent again to inspect the array and replace the Spirit Stones.
The array did not cover a large area, but it had consumed a full sixty thousand High-grade Spirit Stones. It was no small expense.
At the thought, a pained expression crossed his face, and his heart bled.
If so many Spirit Stones were used on the sect, who knew how many outstanding disciples they could nurture? Yet they could only be buried in this desolate wilderness.
Even more tragically, no one would know of such merit. It was like showing kindness to a blind man.
Ji An studied his expression, understood what he was thinking, and smiled.
"All that is given will bear fruit somewhere unexpected. When your cultivation reaches my level in the future, you will understand."
The cultivation world possessed the will of