Chang Song could not wait to draw more from that snow-white ganoderma. As for whether there might be any future repercussions, how could he spare the thought now?
After more than half a month of burying himself in cultivation, he felt that his magic power had greatly improved.
For one thing, his own talent had never been fully brought into play before. After all, servants who could remain at the side of a World Way scion had all been chosen from among thousands.
For another, Bai Guo had directly produced several superior cultivation methods. These were not Celestial Xia methods, but ones Zhang Yu had brought back from Origin Xia, gifts from the Origin Upper Hall.
Though these methods were nothing much to Upper Layer cultivators, they were exceedingly rare formulas for those below, a notch above even the methods practiced by ordinary disciples of the Myriad Ways.
Having tasted the benefits, he naturally hoped for more. Over the following days, he repeatedly entered that place again and constantly tried to obtain further gains.
During this process, he would inevitably encounter those phantoms at times. Yet both sides tacitly refrained from asking questions. Whenever they met, they acted as if they had not seen one another.
Half a month later, after Chang Song finished cultivating, his mind suddenly swayed, and he found himself in that place. Unlike the previous times when he had entered of his own accord, this time he had been drawn in passively, just as on the first occasion. The phantoms had appeared around him as well, and there seemed to be far more of them than last time.
Over these past days, Bai Guo had planted Demonic Beasts in many more people and recorded the circumstances of every one of them, including Chang Song. He felt