Xia Ping paid no heed to Sophia and the others' arrangements. He went to the quiet chamber where he would cultivate in seclusion.
Beep beep.
The moment he entered the quiet chamber, the system's voice rang out: "Congratulations, Host. You have incurred the intense hatred of a large number of enemies, including the Illusion Race and Abyss Demons. You have obtained a total of 370 Hate Crystals this time. Keep up the good work."
Three hundred and seventy Hate Crystals?!
Xia Ping's eyes immediately lit up at those words. He had previously possessed seven hundred Hate Crystals, but had spent one hundred to exchange for the Genesis Sphere. Adding these three hundred and seventy Hate Crystals—
That meant he now had a total of nine hundred and seventy Hate Crystals, not far from one thousand.
Thinking of this, Xia Ping felt somewhat regretful. If he had not exchanged for the Genesis Sphere, he would probably have already reached one thousand Hate Crystals. That way, he could have received the System Gift Pack.
But it did not really matter. He was only thirty Hate Crystals short now. The gap was not large, and he would not need much time to meet the system's requirements.
He was still greatly looking forward to the gift pack bestowed by the system. He wondered what sort of treasure it would grant him.
"Soon. Cause one more wave of hatred, and I'll get the gift pack."
Xia Ping was full of anticipation.
But he quickly put the matter aside. No matter how important external objects were, they could not compare to his own cultivation. That was the root of everything, the foundation of everything.
"I wonder what the Longevity Pills feel like?"
With a wave of his hand, Xia Ping immediately took out a vast number