"Clatter!"
The crisp sounds were mixed with a somewhat grating noise.
Inside a strange machine, chunks of stone were being cut apart and churned.
Terrifying psychic fluctuations surged fiercely amid the churning.
Below it, chunks of stone were taken out.
Su Ping took them and rubbed them with the strange sandpaper beside him.
He was extremely meticulous, and the process was tedious.
He had been doing this for a full day and night without even closing his eyes once, devoting his entire body and mind to it.
He certainly ought to take it seriously. Such treasures were truly not something ordinary people could get their hands on.
Saint Spirit Tier Stone of Imagination-and an entire mineral vein of it at that.
No one could imagine such a haul.
But, as mentioned before, not every chunk in these mineral veins was a complete Stone of Imagination. What came out of the vein still needed careful polishing before it could truly qualify as Stone of Imagination.
Su Ping could not trust anyone else with this work.
Only doing it himself would do.
And so, piece after piece of Stone of Imagination was cut out of the grinding machine and landed in Su Ping's hands.
They were not particularly round. Quite the opposite-their surfaces were not especially even.
But as long as he concentrated his own Mental Strength on them, whatever he was thinking in his mind could be reflected through them.
They also had many other wondrous uses.
Right now, however, these things had only one purpose: to be piled up for Feifei, the only living being born among them, becoming the most important treasures and resources for nurturing Feifei.
Indeed, after this day and night of polishing, little of the mineral vein remained. In its place were a full one hundred