"Come out and get to work."
With a thought from Chen Lin, purple-gold light flashed in his palm, and the ancient Purple Gold Jar appeared. Holding it in one hand, he tossed it into the air and poured his true dragon qi and blood into it with a thunderous surge.
"Devour."
The Purple Gold Jar rapidly expanded to a thousand feet across. Purple-gold Dao patterns swirled around its mouth, forming a terrifying black-hole vortex.
Rumble!
Gales howled. The endless mountains of mine tailings were uprooted as though by an invisible giant hand, becoming a gray-black torrent that surged madly into the Purple Gold Jar.
This Buddhist immortal artifact had an astonishing internal capacity. It devoured the tailings for a full hour, swallowing a substantial portion of the abandoned mountain range.
"Burp."
A faint, satisfied burp from the bald artifact spirit suddenly sounded in Chen Lin's sea of consciousness. The purple-gold Dao patterns on the jar blazed at their brightest, showing signs that it was nearly full.
Full already?
Chen Lin beckoned, and the Purple Gold Jar shrank back into his palm, heavy with its contents.
Slow and steady was the way to go. He couldn't fleece the sheep bald in one sitting. Chen Lin put away the Purple Gold Jar, then vanished from the waste mine in a flash.
Courtyard 108, Ding Block.
After returning, Chen Lin immediately sealed the courtyard and laid down twelve isolation formations in succession.
Inside the quiet chamber, Chen Lin sat cross-legged with the Purple Gold Jar floating before him.
"Let's see what this immortal artifact's 'All Things Refinement' can actually extract."
Chen Lin formed seals with both hands and sent a stream of early Mahayana true essence into the jar.
Hum!
The Purple Gold Jar shuddered violently. The Dao patterns on its body seemed