"Since I began presiding over the Trial Tower, through its endless ages, I've never seen a freak like you!"
Hearing the voice overflowing with shock, Luo Yi felt a strong urge to mess with it.
Even the most good-natured person would get a little temperamental if someone kept sitting on his head and taking a shit.
Now that he'd found an opportunity, he naturally had no intention of letting it pass.
"Why don't you tell your grandpa here properly, you worthless cur—does your grandpa have the right to know what Cultivation Aptitude comes above a Heavenly Spiritual Root?"
Hearing the lion's arrogant words, the Spirit of the Artifact Refining's face stiffened somewhere out of sight.
After hesitating for a long while, it managed to explain with difficulty, "Above a Heavenly Spiritual Root is an Immortal Spiritual Root."
"Cultivators with a Spiritual Root of this grade, so long as they don't neglect their cultivation, will never achieve too little in their lifetimes. They might even have a chance to glimpse the Great Dao's realm of eternal life!"
"Eternal life?"
Luo Yi seemed not to have heard a word of the voice's explanation.
After all, even without an Immortal Spiritual Root, with the help of the system panel and his own diligent, unceasing cultivation, the path he walked in Martial Dao would not be too narrow.
But when he heard the words "eternal life," the other's words instantly captured his entire attention.
Having lived a second life, wasn't his pursuit to attain divine mastery of Martial Dao and live forever?
As if it had noticed the lion below falling into thought, the Spirit of the Artifact Refining recalled his earlier arrogance, and a strong urge to mess with him suddenly rose in its heart. "But you can forget about it, Little Lion."