Yang Lake Grotto-heaven.
Jiang Ning stepped out of the stone cave, his figure slipping lightly through the gaps in the vines before he stood once more upon the island.
Sunlight spilled down through the ten suns, bathing the entire island in a dazzling golden radiance.
The air was suffused with scorching yet pure yang qi, interweaving with the faintly chilling aura rising from the seabed to form a unique rhythm of the grotto-heaven.
Jiang Ning swept his gaze over the area. With a slight stir of thought, every Spirit Herb on the island that contained Great Sun Essence Qi, every piece of ore that had accumulated Pure Yang power, became as clear to him as lines viewed on his palm.
His figure flickered, like a fresh breeze brushing over the mountains and fields, pausing from time to time along the way.
Each time he paused, a Spiritual Plant or an ore containing Great Sun Essence Qi was put into his pouch.
He could not name the vast majority of them, nor could he identify their medicinal properties.
But he did not care.
Because with his Whale Swallowing and Smelting Furnace traits, any Spiritual Plant or ore could be easily refined by him, turning into pure energy for him to absorb and use.
Relying on his perception, he could clearly sense the amount of energy contained within each Spiritual Plant and ore.
In only half an hour, he had swept through nearly one-third of the island.
Yet in just half an hour, he already felt his harvest was quite abundant; the Spiritual Plants and ores he had plundered were piled up like a mountain.
Although most of them were relatively ordinary, there were also rare treasures whose contained energy made even him marvel.
"If I can refine them all, the accumulation