After Steward Wang disappeared, the wails and curses of tens of thousands of Deity Transformation cultivators still echoed through the bottom of the dark red, ring-shaped mining pit.
Chen Lin's expression remained unchanged as his calm gaze swept over the translucent spirit crystals embedded in the rock walls.
"Master!"
Just then, a voice trembling with excitement suddenly rang out in Chen Lin's sea of consciousness.
Cangyuan, the artifact spirit of Cangyuan Hall-a little girl in a green dress with twin ponytails-manifested as a phantom in his sea of consciousness. Her usual mature demeanor vanished as she bounced around excitedly, even sending the hem of her green dress fluttering.
"What is it?" Chen Lin communicated through his divine sense.
"Origin spiritual energy! Incredibly pure origin spiritual energy!" Cangyuan clenched her little hands into fists, her eyes shining with startling intensity. "Master, this place is practically my grotto-heaven blessed land! In the lower realm, the incomplete laws meant Cangyuan Hall could barely keep itself from collapsing. But in this world, you don't even need to supply resources yourself. Just open a tiny crack, and Cangyuan Hall can automatically devour this origin spiritual energy to repair itself!"
At her words, Chen Lin felt a stir of interest. "How long until it regains its immortal artifact rank?"
"Not a thousand years! Just two hundred! Two hundred at most!" Cangyuan raised three fingers and solemnly vowed, "As long as we stay here, Cangyuan Hall will return to the ranks of immortal artifacts in two hundred years! Then forget that lousy time acceleration-I'll crank it up to one to a hundred for you!"
A sharp gleam flashed in Chen Lin's eyes.
Two hundred years meant several lifetimes to mortals, but to Deity Transformation and Void Refinement cultivators, it was little more than a nap. This place