In the blink of an eye, more than half a month had passed. During this time, Lin Chuan had never left the space-time dimension, all so he could refine the immortal artifact, the World Suppressing Disk, as quickly as possible. After expending countless efforts, he finally succeeded on this day in erasing the lingering spiritual imprint from the World Suppressing Disk.
The entire process had been fraught with twists and turns, far more complicated than Lin Chuan had anticipated. He had initially believed that forcibly erasing the spiritual imprint would be enough, only to discover that the imprint left behind was extraordinarily powerful. When he tried to erase it, it actually resisted. At one point, Lin Chuan even sensed an overwhelmingly powerful aura following that spiritual imprint in search of the World Suppressing Disk. Fortunately, the disk was currently within the space-time dimension and could not be found so easily.
Still, to be safe, Lin Chuan drew upon the vast amount of energy within the chakra rock, disrupting the surrounding spatial fluctuations. With the powerful interference and the protection of the space-time dimension, he operated the Maha Sutra and the Soul Refining Sect's secret art, spending several dozen days to finally erase the spiritual imprint.
Even then, Lin Chuan was not fully at ease. He tempted Big Orange with dried fish and had it inspect the World Suppressing Disk. Only after confirming that there were no problems did he dare truly claim it for himself.
Whose spiritual imprint was on the World Suppressing Disk? The owner of that golden finger? Or the true bodies of Young Master Hai and Crown Prince Hai? Lin Chuan had many questions, but none could be answered with certainty. He could only suppress his doubts and refrain from thinking about them for now.
Meanwhile, the