At last, he came to the Spirit Gathering Cave.
The scene inside resembled Gale Cliff. The essence stones and ore fragments shattered in the upheaval were slowly coming back together.
Along the exposed breaks in the mineral veins on the cave walls, fine glimmers flowed slowly, like threads of light weaving the veins back into shape.
The process was just as slow. It would likely take years for everything to return to its former state. But at least the cave was recovering steadily, with no sign of further deterioration.
Li Bufan lingered in the Spirit Gathering Cave. Once he was certain the shattered essence stones were reforming, he let go of his last trace of worry.
Then he drew a deep breath and turned his spiritual sense toward the Essence Liquid Space one final time.
The Essence Liquid Space remained quiet, but it had changed noticeably over the past few days.
Guided by the Spring Autumn Needle Formation, the remaining vital energy and meager Essence Fluid were slowly gathering around the Cauldron Spirit.
The small, curled-up figure looked much healthier than a few days ago.
"You're recovering well. I just don't know how long you'll sleep before you wake up..."
He watched for a while longer. Once he had confirmed that the needle formation was working properly, he slowly withdrew his spiritual sense.
After leaving the Creation Cauldron, Li Bufan opened his eyes again to a rush of sea wind.
The flying boat had traveled a long way while he was occupied with his spiritual sense. It now hovered above a large island. Below lay dense clusters of buildings and ships on the water, a bustling, prosperous sight.
He looked down at the bustle of ordinary life, and an idea stirred.
Now that he was in Lingshui Pavilion's territory and