"Xiao Yuan, if this keeps up, how long will it take before I can put this primal magnetism iron ore into my Storage Ring?"
Chen Changming glanced at the massive, towering black rock wall in the center of the cavern, his gaze flickering slightly.
As the saying went, delays bred trouble. If he lingered here too long, no one could predict what unforeseen developments might arise.
He need look no further than the Five Peaks Sword Sect-
This time, they had lost an elder at the first layer of the Fusion Realm, along with more than a dozen Void Refinement Realm disciples who had died on Blood Dragon Mountain. Given these major sects' habit of avenging even the slightest grievance, they would never let the matter rest.
The next reinforcements they sent would probably be far more than a single elder at the first layer of the Fusion Realm.
The Primal Magnetism Ren Mountain Fragment fell silent for a moment, seemingly calculating something, then slowly said, "Master, this primal magnetism iron ore is enormous. By my estimate, I will need to absorb it for at least half a year before I can refine it down to a small enough size for you to put it into your Storage Ring."
Half a year!
Chen Changming raised an eyebrow, his expression immediately growing graver.
Half a year was not particularly long, but it was by no means short, either.
During that time, he could only remain in the cavern deep within this ravine, without taking a single step away.
If a powerful enemy truly attacked, he would have no choice but to grit his teeth and fight.
"Master, there is no need to worry too much."
The Primal Magnetism Ren Mountain Fragment seemed to sense Chen Changming's concerns and chuckled softly. "I