In the Great Void Spirit Realm, Chu Mo plucked a bead of Water Spirit Matter from the Three-Legged Cauldron and placed it in his palm.
The bead felt smooth and warm to the touch, with a faint trace of coolness seeping through. With a thought and a slight surge of magical power, he turned it into a wisp of clear flowing water, which seeped through his palm into his Dharma Body.
After carefully sensing its effects for a moment, he thought, This bead really is better suited to Water Element cultivators. If cultivators of other paths used it, they would probably get only seventy percent of its effectiveness... still not bad.
Moreover, the River Spirit Cauldron produced one bead of spirit matter a day, making three hundred and sixty-five a year. It did not seem like much, but its strength lay in the steady trickle. Given a hundred or a thousand years, it would become a considerable sum.
"Unfortunately, my counterfeiting skills are poor, and people could easily see through them. Otherwise, selling these to Great Evolution would bring me a constant stream of spirit matter."
As far as he knew, Yichu's branch of the Hezhen Society excelled at this. Perhaps he could ask him for help.
Chu Mo's eyes flickered as he quietly weighed his options. But Yichu was still serving under conscription in the Eastern Sea, so any decision would have to wait until he returned.
He put away the Small Cauldron, closed his eyes, and focused, continuing his contemplation of Root Origin.
Sun and moon revolved, summer and winter succeeded one another, and more than a decade passed in the blink of an eye.
The Eastern Sea remained in turmoil, but Chu Mo's days were unusually peaceful. Apart from cultivating each day, he contemplated Root Origin, while