Chapter 1335 - 395: Damn, Damn, Damn—(6k)
Facing Zhou Qing’s "concern," the old hen’s voice finally became slightly louder than before, allowing him to breathe a long sigh of relief.
As it stands, the old hen does not know that Zhou Qing has already seen through its mutation in the restricted area through the Token of the Divine Ruins Celestial Palace.
Of course, to the old hen, perhaps even it is unaware of its own changes.
After all, every time the black heart bestows its essence upon it, it is merely swimming in the Blood River, eating crows with a wag of its tail.
Furthermore, according to the feedback from the Daily Reflection, it is still in its third mutation phase, only able to ignore most Three-Color Restrictions.
Faced with the Nirvana awakening of this Innate Spirit friend, Zhou Qing decided to continue pretending to know nothing.
After all, if he were to act too deliberately, it would lose that sense of naturalness.
Besides, treating it with sincerity might help form a good bond for the future.
Of course, matters of the future should be left for the future; the urgent task is to find a way to leave this godforsaken place.
Then, he gently opened his collar and carefully tucked the weak old hen into his chest, revealing only its chicken head.
Surveying the surrounding void and chaotic scene, he worriedly patted its head, "Did those disgusting tongues scare you? They say that critical moments can unleash hidden potential, and the strength you burst out with back then was truly fierce."
With that, he helplessly tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"I’ll cover for you first, now you can quietly employ your means to take us out of this hellhole," Zhou Qing muttered in his heart.
"Hoo—Hoo—"
Who knew that not long after, even snoring came from his embrace.
Zhou Qing looked down, only to find that this ancestor of his was actually sleeping soundly with its eyes closed.
Forcing himself to resist the urge to curse, he could only sit cross-legged on this floating small meteorite, not daring to make any rash moves.
Who knows what might suddenly appear in this dreadful place.
Even worse, he didn’t have a single decent Spirit Stone on him; if his Spiritual Power were exhausted, even recovery would be a problem.
Speaking of which, how do those in the Spirit Slash Realm Perfection or the Supreme Realm, who hunt Void Beasts to obtain Void Crystal Cores for refining the Tribulation Transformation Map, manage it?
Is it by entering here?
Zhou Qing gazed out into the chaotic void, ultimately forced to pin his hopes on the old hen, sound asleep in his arms.
...
Time lost its meaning in the void.
Zhou Qing sat cross-legged on the floating meteorite, feeling this piece of debris aimlessly drifting through the chaos.
With no alternation of day and night, he had to rely on executing the Daily Reflection to confirm the passage of time.
Each appraisal of the old hen’s state meant another day had passed.
As for the Heavy Pupils, which drained Spiritual Power, he only dared to activate them momentarily when sudden noises emerged from around him, to avoid potential risks.
In this void devoid of Spiritual Power, every trace of Spiritual Power was as precious as life itself.
"Damn it, a whole month!"
After executing the appraisal for the thirtieth time, Zhou Qing couldn’t help but curse.
The old hen in his embrace was still sleeping sweetly, even snoring softly.
Initially, he was careful not to disturb this "savior," but he later discovered that this fellow had actually entered a deep slumber.
Maybe it trusted him completely, or perhaps refining that humanoid creature consumed a great deal of Heart and Spirit—whatever the case, this ancestor had thoroughly become a hands-off shopkeeper.
Taking advantage of the inertia of the meteorite’s rotation, Zhou Qing staggered and seemingly inadvertently flicked the chicken head three times, finally feeling somewhat relieved.
Two days later, a burst of unusual whistling suddenly came from afar.
Zhou Qing immediately tensed, pressing closely to the surface of the meteorite, while his pupils suddenly split into blood-red Heavy Pupils, warily looking toward the source of the sound.
However, when he saw the scene before him, he suddenly stood up, his eyes wide open, breathing heavily, disbelief written all over his face.
"This, this is—"
What appeared not far from him was the silhouette of an imposing giant mountain, its entire body green and jade-like, emitting a soft green glow in the void’s darkness.
More astonishingly, the entire surface of the mountain was densely embedded with countless Wood Attribute Spirit Stones, each one crystal clear, exuding a rich aura of life.
"I must be seeing things, right?" Zhou Qing’s heart pounded as he vigorously rubbed his eyes, repeatedly confirming it was not an illusion.
He couldn’t think twice; immediately abandoning the small meteorite beneath him, he channeled his Spiritual Power and flew toward the giant Spirit Stone mountain.
When his feet landed on the mountain body, Zhou Qing couldn’t help but bend down to touch the ground.
The texture felt cool and smooth to his fingertips, and the pure life aura made every pore of his body relax.
This was indeed genuine Wood Attribute Spirit Stone beyond doubt.
"It’s actually real..." Zhou Qing muttered to himself, unable to contain his laughter skyward.
He greedily surveyed the surroundings, noting that the Spirit Stones varied in size, some as small as rice grains, others as large as grinding discs, all deeply embedded within the mountain.
They were arranged without any discernible pattern, yet formed a natural and harmonious beauty.
"There must be at least ten thousand pieces, no, a hundred thousand!" Zhou Qing was awestruck, his voice trembling with excitement.
He had never seen so many Wood Attribute Spirit Stones in his life.
Whether it was the drop from a Friendship Sticker or the treasure vault of the Xuanyuan Royal Family, he constantly risked everything for just a hundred or two hundred Wood Attribute Spirit Stones.
Yet all the Wood Attribute Spirit Stones he had acquired early on couldn’t compare to this place’s mere tip of the iceberg.
"I’ve struck it rich this time, truly struck it rich!"
Zhou Qing couldn’t hold back any longer, quickly crouching down to dig.
Only to find that the Spirit Stones wouldn’t budge.