Ling Congzi had come from overseas and was an overseas cultivator.
There was also a cultivation world in the West Sea. Most cultivators of the West Sea cultivation world excelled at Heaven Calculation and artifact refinement, but due to certain reasons concerning the Earth Continent, their numbers had always been small. Thus, in terms of Dharma Combat, they were not especially formidable.
What Ling Congzi excelled at most was cultivating spirit herbs. In the overseas cultivation world, nurturing spirit herbs was also a path to earning Spirit Money.
He had come here this time because he himself was a West Sea cultivator, while this place's master had never been to the West Sea before.
Moreover, Ling Congzi truly possessed fine craftsmanship. Cultivating spirit herbs was not as simple as planting them and waiting for the herbs themselves to develop spirituality.
If it were that simple, there would not be specialized spirit herb masters and Spirit Planter Masters.
For this reason, he had become one of the cultivators guiding people into this place.
After all, Strange Gate Temple lay deep within the West Sea.
Yet the West Sea was vast and boundless, without edge or limit.
Some places concealed deadly lands and fierce perils, while certain routes appeared tranquil yet hid surging undercurrents. It was hardly strange for someone to lead the way.
Ling Congzi had never imagined that he himself would be able to enter this Heaven of Universe.
Yet at this banquet, he lifted the porcelain-jade cup filled with dew-like Jade Nectar, its color glimmering with watery spirit light, and took a sip. In an instant, his mind felt as though it had been washed clean, becoming incomparably lucid.
The faint, unclear irritability and anxiety within him were swept away in one stroke.
"Good stuff. I never thought that