Lin Feng heard water pouring down from the basin into the pipes. There were six pipes here, channeling the water downward.
They were lead pipes.
Unfortunately, one bottle of water was far too little.
This place had been dry for too long.
The little water he poured in was soon absorbed by the pipe walls, disappearing before it could reach the bottom.
Lin Feng remained composed and kept pouring. Soon, bucket after bucket of water went into the basin.
The basin was filled with purified water.
He had brought all this water into the deep mountains of Shuzhong for Hong Ni.
He had never expected to use so little in Shuzhong, only to need it all here.
The Source Seed was compatible with almost every element.
In other words, under the game's check-in rules, almost everything Lin Feng carried could count as part of his own vessel.
It could all be brought into the game.
As large quantities of water poured in, Lin Feng soon heard it continuing downward. The dried-out drainage system began to grow damp again.
More and more water accumulated. With the inflow exceeding the outflow, the basin began to fill. Under these conditions, Lin Feng "heard" the water's course becoming extremely complex.
The lead pipes below formed an intricate network.
It was as though those slender pipes beneath them had become an incantation.
The water flowed along the incantation below.
"Did we activate something?"
Lin Feng asked. Granny Weiming fell silent for a while before saying, "Better to act than stand still. Keep going."
Lin Feng thought the same. He could live through this again.
Naturally, action was better than inaction.
Lin Feng drew a symbol on the ground with one hand.
Granny Weiming watched the incantation without blinking. It was a Seed Syllables, written in