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Mo Wen examined the Blood Crystal piece by piece, his mouth nearly stretching to his ears. Although it wasn't the Divine Crystal he had hoped for, he was already content. The Divine Crystal had its own advantages, and the Blood Crystal certainly had its benefits as well. At the very least, if any issues arose, resolving them would be much simpler than with a Divine Crystal, especially since the solution was already planted in his Square Inch World. Now that he had the Blood Crystal, he shouldn't have to worry about resources for cultivating in the Ning Shen Realm. If he could absorb such a massive Blood Crystal and still not reach perfection in his cultivation, then he would undoubtedly be the greatest monster in the Ning Shen Realm.
After tinkering with his designs in the Cave for several days without any progress, Mo Wen found himself preoccupied with thoughts of cultivation. He had advanced rapidly from the early to late stages in a short time and felt the need to consolidate his gains. However, he was growing impatient and even wondered if he might attract a thunder tribulation while underground.
"Since I have no mind for work, I might as well cultivate," he said, discarding what he was holding. He stepped outside the Cave and took a moment to admire the view from the mountaintop before turning back inside. After tidying up, he exited the Cave again and began bustling about on the island. If he was going to cultivate, he needed to properly arrange things on the island. He dug holes in the rocks and buried mechanisms he had prepared in advance. This was his own invention; although setting up dense Magic Circles on the island would be the most effective method, he didn't have enough Magic Circles at his disposal. Moreover, while Magic Circles were useful, they were also easily detectable. According to Elder Zhu, many adventurers entering the Lava Sea carried devices to detect Magic Circles in search of ancient Sect treasures. Most mechanisms were made from various materials that could not withstand prolonged exposure to lava. For him, it didn't need to last long—just a year or so would suffice. Considering everything, these mechanisms were still the best option: simple, effective, and cost-efficient.
"After a hearty meal and drink, it's time to begin," Mo Wen said as he finished setting up the mechanisms on the island. Returning to the Cave, he suddenly felt hungry and realized he hadn't eaten in quite some time. After satisfying his hunger and thirst, he found himself in excellent condition. However, cultivating required a sense of ritual; so he brewed a pot of tea, lit some calming incense, placed his hands on the Blood Crystal, and began to meditate.
In his mind, clouds began to gather as they had during his previous cultivations. This time, however, the clouds above him were blood-red and more intense than before. Blood rain began to fall from the clouds onto the sea, causing the Divine Liquid to rise gradually.
Early stage of late phase...
Mid stage of late phase...
Feeling his Realm gradually approaching perfection filled Mo Wen with excitement. No wonder so many geniuses emerged from powerful factions; having ample resources truly accelerated cultivation. Suddenly, within his mind, the Divine Liquid began to churn violently as if boiling water had erupted across an ocean. Waves surged wildly, accompanied by a sharp pain that struck him like lightning. Everything went black as he lost consciousness.
"What happened..." He didn't know how long it had been when he awoke on the ground with a lingering headache. Struggling to sit up, he rubbed his temples and tried to recall everything that had happened before—after thinking for a long time, all he remembered was cultivating until that intense pain hit him; everything after that was a blank.
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