Dragon Flame: "..."
'Whatever, as long as she's happy.'
After that, Lynch's life returned to normal.
Every night, he would enter a deep Meditation to stabilize his newly broken-through realm and organize his surging Spiritual Power.
His Spiritual Power had skyrocketed recently. Although his strength had greatly increased, he needed time to adapt. Otherwise, he risked an unstable soul or his Sea of Spirit becoming overrun with illusions.
After he finished his Meditation, it was time for his daily "trash collection."
The ruins of the Ancient Battlefield outside the Elf ruins were both a massive treasure trove and a deadly forbidden zone.
Above the ruins, a black mist woven from Abyssal Demonic Qi and various types of Negative Energy and Evil Qi blanketed the entire area. A normal person would go insane or even mutate into a demonic being after spending just half an hour inside.
