Qing Chen gazed at the ghost mud inside the pagoda, his heart filled with delighted surprise.
Having dealt with all this, Qing Chen straightened up, his gaze falling once more on the Condensing Gold Fruit Tree.
He knew full well that without the nourishment of the thousand-year purple ghost mud, this fruit tree would likely struggle to survive for long and eventually wither away.
Qing Chen thought to himself, Such a precious treasure has a fated connection with me. It ought to be put to my use.
I might as well transplant it into the thousand-year purple ghost mud inside the pagoda. Perhaps it can regain its vitality and keep growing.
If not, I'll destroy it completely. Mid-grade third-tier spiritwood can also be used to refine magic treasures. I won't lose out.
With that thought, Qing Chen immediately set to work.
He knew transplanting it was no trivial matter and required the utmost care.
And the wonders of the Nine-Luminaries Glazed Vidyaraja Pagoda manifested once again as Qing Chen carefully moved the fruit tree's roots.
He actually discovered that the Treasure Pagoda seemed to possess a unique spiritual power field that could protect the Condensing Gold Fruit Tree's spirituality from damage.
Previously, the people of the Moon-Worshipping Divine Cult had needed the help of a mysterious place like the Spring and Autumn Ghost Grave just to barely preserve the spirituality of the thousand-year purple ghost mud and the Condensing Gold Fruit Tree.
Yet now, the Treasure Pagoda could accomplish it effortlessly. How could Qing Chen not marvel at it?
Just as Qing Chen was happily concentrating on transplanting the Condensing Gold Fruit Tree,
suddenly, the Treasure Pagoda in his sea of qi erupted with dazzling nine-colored light without warning.
As swift as lightning, this light shot straight into Qing Chen's