At this moment, inside a quiet chamber in the pocket-dimension world.
Xia Ping was cultivating in seclusion, seated cross-legged in meditation. He had obtained a full twenty thousand Dragon Crystals from the warehouse. Rabbit Linglong and Qingluan had each taken one thousand Dragon Crystals as cultivation resources.
Even with eighteen thousand Dragon Crystals remaining, it was still an astonishing fortune.
If they were used to activate the thirty-six Ancient Heavenly Dragon Talismans, they could be activated over a hundred times. But that would be far too wasteful; it would be better to use them for cultivation and strengthen his magic power.
Rumble!
Xia Ping immediately took out eight Dragon Crystals, swallowed them, and circulated the Pure Yang Indestructible Art, rapidly digesting the crystals.
At once, the Dragon Crystals were swiftly refined by flames, melting into vast Dragon Blood energy. Like the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers, it coursed through his limbs and bones, flooding into every cell.
"What violent Dragon Blood energy."
Xia Ping was startled. He sensed that even a single Dragon Crystal contained more than a thousand times the energy of ordinary Dragon Blood. It was a priceless treasure condensed from the essence of the Dragon Race, worth a fortune.
Now that he had refined eight Dragon Crystals in one go, the Dragon Race energy he gained was even more unimaginable. It was like consuming eight ten-thousand-year spirit herbs, their medicinal power surging like a vast sea, incomparably violent.
He felt the magic power within him increasing madly at a rate visible to the naked eye. Deep within the Purple Mansion space, the seawater condensed from magic power was also rising frantically.
In merely a few breaths, the entire Purple Mansion space was filled with seawater in every corner.
Who knew how many years of cultivation time such speed