For example—
He could make an armguard, with hundreds of capillary needle tips designed inside it. With a single thought, those needle tips would pierce into his body. With such a thing, he would only need three breaths to instantly restore his spiritual energy to full.
Although the "Slippery as an Eel" trait would cause uncontrollable teleportation all over the sky.
He only needed to retreat into the Minor World after exhausting his spiritual energy. Once he replenished it within three breaths inside the Minor World, he could charge back out and kill again. That would be perfect.
Now that was a perpetual motion machine.
Chen Qiu committed the matter to memory, intending to find an artifact cultivator tomorrow and have one design such a spiritual treasure.
Only then did he exit the Minor World.
He sat cross-legged on the inn bed and looked toward tonight's Heavenly Dao Blessing.
512 Low-Grade Foundation Heavenly Dao Cultivation Pills—no different from yesterday. It seemed these people's popularity was already beginning to decline.
Many things were like that. No matter how interesting something was, the discussion around it would gradually die down.
The Fame Leaderboard had a mechanism: once you made the list, your fame points would not decrease. Even if no one discussed you anymore, you could maintain your rank indefinitely unless someone behind you caught up in fame points.
He had only risen one spot on the Fame Leaderboard. It seemed the lingering momentum brought by the Heavenly Dao Edict had more or less reached its limit. He still received ten Mid-Grade Foundation Heavenly Dao Cultivation Pills.
Chen Qiu swallowed a Mid-Grade Foundation Heavenly Dao Cultivation Pill and circulated his cultivation method, slowly beginning to cultivate again.
Two hours later.
"Phew."
Chen Qiu opened his eyes and let out a long breath