Implanting a spiritual root was a lengthy process. Chen Lin left Yang Zishi in Dianling Hall, which belonged to the Liangyi Sect, paid the fee, and departed.
An implanted spiritual root was not a true spiritual root. Instead, a special artifact was implanted in the body to serve in its place, allowing a mortal to cultivate.
Naturally, its effectiveness could not compare to an innate spiritual root. It was inferior even to the poorest 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 a certain spiritual entity by a master at Dianling Hall. Its upper limit was the Nascent Soul realm.
That was already enough.
Unless they were the offspring of powerful cultivators willing to pile vast quantities of high-grade treasures into them regardless of cost, people with implanted spiritual roots rarely reached the Nascent Soul realm. Even Golden Core cultivators were uncommon; the overwhelming majority could only linger in the Qi Refining stage.
This was different from his lightning spiritual root. Although his lightning spiritual root had also formed later in life, he had possessed spiritual roots to begin with, rather than creating something from nothing.
Thirty spirit crystals!
The price made Chen Lin's heart ache whenever he thought about it. Even a Golden Core cultivator might not be worth that much!
If Yang Zishi's talent ability proved useless, or simply could not be awakened at all, he would take a massive loss.
Several days later.
With everything ready, 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 ride straight to victory! When you come down, I'll have to address you