Time flashed by, and another eight years passed.
Spring of the one hundred and second year of Spirit Source.
After Yang Zhengshan and Yu Qingyi spent a month of shameless, unrestrained days together, he turned and arrived atop a towering peak in the northern part of the Spirit Source Land.
The peak stood among the clouds, ethereal mist shrouding the entire mountain.
On the platform at the summit, however, there was an extremely simple stone hut, though the area around it was Covered With dense Formation Patterns and Formation Flags.
Sitting inside the stone hut, Yang Zhengshan calmed his heart and stilled his breath, taking out one prepared Spiritual Item after another.
Three bottles of Spring of Vitality.
Two Supreme Demon Core Pills.
One bottle of Spirit Pine Dew.
One Heart-Burning Fruit.
Three Tongming Pills.
Six Nine-Patterned Bodhi Seeds.
In addition, there was a large tray of lotus seeds from the Dao Intent Sacred Lotus, numbering several hundred in all.
Yang Zhengshan's gaze swept over each item. "There's no Lightning Tribulation Pill, but I have the Azure Wood Violet Lightning Sword and the Azure Flower Thunder Bead. Those two can help me absorb Tribulation Lightning, so I don't need a Lightning Tribulation Pill."
"Counting my age, this Old Man is already one hundred and sixty-one years old!"
He counted on his fingers. Time had passed so quickly. It had already been over one hundred and twenty years since he came to this world.
His mind sank into stillness, and he looked inward at his Qi Sea and dantian. He saw that the magic power vortex within his dantian was rotating at an extremely slow speed, so slowly it was as if it could no longer turn.
That was because his magic power had already condensed to an extremely solid state.