Within an unnamed mountain's belly.
Ji Yuan, who had sat cross-legged here for a long while, exhaled a breath of foul air. Only then did the pallor leave his face.
"Master, how is it? Are you all right?"
Within his Sea of Consciousness, Tu Yue asked anxiously.
"I'm fine."
Ji Yuan sensed the changes within his body—well, there were none whatsoever.
He had formed his Nascent Soul at just over one hundred and eighty years old. Even after burning fifty years of his lifespan this time, he was only a little over two hundred and forty.
He was not even two hundred and fifty yet.
A Nascent Soul Cultivator of such an age was still exceedingly young.
So it was perfectly normal that his body had suffered no loss and undergone no changes.
Besides, there was the Panel's reliability.
Ji Yuan had already lost count of how many things produced by its buildings he had consumed.
In short, if there were any problems, the Panel would display them.
For something like this Nine-Nether Lifeburn Brew, since the Panel had said that it would only consume fifty years of lifespan in exchange for Nascent Soul Peak cultivation—
Now that Ji Yuan had paid those fifty years—
There was no reason for the Panel to harm him elsewhere.
The Panel still had that much credibility.
"That's good, that's good."
Within Lingtai Square-Inch Mountain, Tu Yue patted his chest in relief, his face still tense.
Ji Yuan's Divine Sense swept the surroundings. Once he confirmed that no one was watching him anymore—
He once again used the Breath-Concealing Formula, suppressing his cultivation back to Golden Core Peak Stage before changing back into the appearance he had worn when he first came from the Abyssal Continent.
"Master, aren't you going to sort through this