A towering Moon Laurel Tree stood at the heart of the moon. As its branches and leaves swayed, they radiated an incomparably pure power of lunar Origin.
Zhou Ming's figure appeared silently beneath the Moon Laurel Tree.
With Zhou Ming's arrival, the ancient and enormous Moon Laurel Tree swayed slightly. A strand of cool moonlight gathered and transformed into Wang Shu's hazy phantom.
"Daoist friend, you've come."
Looking at Wang Shu's remnant soul emerging from the Moon Laurel Tree, Zhou Ming skipped the pleasantries and spoke directly.
"After all these years, have you accumulated enough Destiny and merit to recover?"
Wang Shu's phantom swayed gently, as if carefully sensing something.
Only after a moment did she speak again.
"Not quite."
"Give me another several tens of thousands of years to accumulate more, and it should be about enough."
At this answer, Zhou Ming frowned slightly.
Several tens of thousands of years.
To him, that was no more than the flick of a finger.
But the issue wasn't the time. It was the total amount of merit and Destiny she required.
He had paid so much, but not to cultivate an insatiable glutton.
He looked at Wang Shu, his tone turning somewhat stern.
"Daoist friend, enough is enough."
"When I agreed to help you revive, I never said I would restore you to your peak condition."
"You only need to recover your Innate Being foundation. There's no need to insist on becoming one of the top Innate Beings."
Zhou Ming's words were blunt, even somewhat discourteous.
"That would consume too much of the Primordial Origin."
"You should understand that the Primordial Origin is already difficult to restore. The present world is no longer what it was at the beginning of World Creation."
"If too much Primordial Origin were drawn for your