Mijia Mountain

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Having prepared everything, Huo Hai immediately returned to his courtyard and began distilling. In this world, there were no such precise instruments, so he could only make the simplest kind of still.

Or rather, he modified a pot. Fortunately, this world had pots. Huo Hai let out a helpless sigh. Firewood was not much trouble either; he set up a simple High-Temperature Spirit Formation and solved the problem. Of course, without a large number of Spirit Stones, no one could afford to use such a method. Afterward, Huo Hai began cultivating to recover.

Time slowly flowed by, one day and one night passing after another. When Huo Hai awoke again, the barrel holding the distilled water was already filled to the brim. He was extremely satisfied with that.

"Close enough. Time to set off." He strapped an opaque water barrel to his back, then poured medicinal fluid for preserving fresh organs into it. In some ways, the Heavenly Spirit Continent was far more convenient than Earth.

Then Huo Hai set off with a large backpack. "Sigh, wasn't another world supposed to have plenty of spatial rings? How come I never had the luck to find one? Otherwise, I wouldn't have to suffer like this." Huo Hai muttered helplessly to himself. After all this time, let alone seeing a spatial ring, he had not even heard of anyone possessing one.

Fortunately, as an expert at the Spirit Bone Realm, carrying a large water barrel and a huge backpack was now no different from carrying a small bag back on Earth. It did not hinder him in the slightest. Following the map, Huo Hai headed toward Mijia Mountain.

Wrapped in a black cloak, Huo Hai was completely unrecognizable. By the time those people like Huo