Duke took out the Spring of Life that he had excavated back then. It didn't seem like much, but it was all pure Spring of Life concentrate.
Now, he needed to pour this Spring of Life concentrate into this small lake, increasing the concentration of the Spring of Life in the lake, making it even richer.
The concentrate was about the size of an adult man's head, not just a simple liquid, but a viscous substance between liquid and gel. Inside, countless fine golden patterns flowed slowly; they were the ultimate concentration of Life Law and Natural Spirituality.
Duke's heart thought stirred slightly, and with gentle and stable Spiritual Power, he lifted the concentrate, moving it above the Spring of Life lake before him.
As if an emerald star had fallen into the mortal realm, the previously calm and mirror-like lake surface did not create a huge splash upon contact with the Spring of Life concentrate but emitted a low, distant hum as if from the world's core.
