Time flies, and another eight years have passed.
Spirit Origin Year 102, Spring.
After spending a month in indulgence with Yu Qingyi, Yang Zhenshan turned to the towering peak in the north of Spirit Source Land.
The peak was cloud-topped, with ethereal mist shrouding the entire mountain.
Yet on the platform at the summit, there was a very simple stone house, surrounded by tightly packed array patterns and flags.
Sitting inside the stone house, Yang Zhenshan calmly took out pieces of prepared spiritual objects.
Three bottles of Vitality Spring.
Two top-grade Demon Essence Pills.
One bottle of Spirit Pine Mushroom.
One Heart Burning Fruit.
Three Tongming Pills.
Six Nine-striped Bodhi Seeds.
Additionally, there was a large tray of Taoist Intent Sacred Lotus seeds, totaling several hundred.
