Spirit Transformation

Implanting a spiritual root was a lengthy process. Chen Lin left Yang Zishi in Dianling Hall, which was under the Liangyi Sect, paid the fee, and departed.

An implanted spiritual root was not a true spiritual root. Instead, a special object was implanted into the body to serve in its place, allowing a mortal to cultivate.

Naturally, its effects could not compare to an innate spiritual root. It was inferior even to the worst five-element spiritual root. Cultivation was not necessarily slow, but there were numerous drawbacks.

Its upper limit depended on the grade of the implanted object.

Chen Lin chose a mid-grade one, refined from some kind of spiritual entity by a master of Dianling Hall. Its upper limit was the Nascent Soul realm.

That was more than enough.

Unless they were the offspring of a mighty cultivator who spared no expense in heaping high-grade treasures upon them, those with implanted spiritual roots rarely reached the Nascent Soul realm. Even Golden Core cultivators were uncommon; the vast majority could only linger in the Qi Refining stage.

This was different from his Lightning Spiritual Root. Although his had also formed later in life, he had possessed spiritual roots to begin with. He had not created something from nothing.

Thirty spirit crystals!

Just thinking about the price made Chen Lin's heart ache. Even a Golden Core cultivator might not be worth that much!

If Yang Zishi's talent ability proved useless, or could not be awakened at all, he would suffer a tremendous loss.

Several days later.

With all his preparations complete, Chen Lin arrived at the Tribulation Platform's Management Office. After presenting his token, he flew toward the Tribulation Platform.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, may you win victory the moment your horse arrives! When you come back down, I'll have to call