World-Spirit Stones were basically impossible to pass down. Once used, they were gone. Though each person could only use one, World-Spirit Stones were simply too scarce, born only under extremely special circumstances.
In most cases, plants mutated into World-Spirit Trees, which then bore World-Spirit Fruit, with World-Spirit Stones ultimately forming inside the fruit. Of course, that was merely the usual case. A small number of World-Spirit Stones could also be born within mutated mineral veins, or through all sorts of other circumstances. In short, these were all situations that could neither be imitated nor replicated.
World-Spirit Stones were exceedingly rare. Even on the Heavenly Spirit Continent, they remained difficult to come by and immensely valuable—far more valuable than Spirit Marrow, at the very least. No one would ever complain about having too few World-Spirit Stones. Even if one did not use them personally, they could be given to others.
For instance, Huo Hai still had many family members and disciples. Who knew whether there would be others in the future? In any case, whenever he encountered a World-Spirit Stone, he had to obtain it. With that thought, Huo Hai flashed to the edge of the Spirit Formation.
Studying the Spirit Formation, Huo Hai figured out how to break it in a very short time. He reached into the formation, but at that instant, he suddenly sensed a sharp aura bearing down on him. His body instinctively flickered aside, and he saw a streak of white light shoot past him.
The streak struck the stone wall, erupting in a turbulent surge of energy. "Who is it?" Huo Hai swiftly retreated and looked toward where the attack had come from. The attacker was a strange man dressed head to toe in coarse white clothing.
He wore a tall hat. At first glance,