After the Purple Cauldron underwent this change, it increased his lifespan very slowly, adding only half a day each day...
That might sound insufficient to offset each day's consumption, but that was not how the calculation worked.
Lifespan was constantly consumed as time passed. Adding half a day actually meant giving him an extra half day of life.
If a cultivator lived for ten thousand years, he could gain five thousand years of lifespan. That was a remarkably substantial figure.
Moreover, that was merely the lifespan it added naturally. The Purple Cauldron now also possessed a wondrous aura that used pills aura to increase lifespan...
Naturally, the price of such an increase was enormous. But for cultivators, any price was worth paying if it meant living longer.
After all, once a cultivator died, he had nothing left.
Meanwhile, although Ye Han had racked his brains, exhausted every ounce of ingenuity, and pulled out all the stops to transplant all the spirit medicine in this Medicine Garden into his Purple Cauldron Space, his efforts had fallen short.
Things had not gone as he wished. Aside from the spirit medicine he had failed to seize in time, the plants he had successfully transplanted into his designated space amounted to only one-twentieth of the total.
The main reason for this abysmally low success rate was that the Heavenly Treasures and spirit medicine in this Medicine Garden were all extraordinary rarities seldom seen in the world. Transplanting them was no easy task.
Furthermore, his designated space did not meet the growing requirements of many of the plants. Even if he forced them into the soil, they would struggle to survive.
This result left Ye Han deeply regretful. Yet he had no intention of immediately seeking out Bìtiān Divine Lord, nor did his gaze linger