Golden light enveloped everything, along with a mysterious Dao Yun emanating from it, and with Chen Yuan's sharp eyes, he could see at a glance that the golden lotus was now rapidly growing its roots, extending its tendrils throughout the Spiritual Spring.
Chen Yuan raised his eyebrows, revealing a hint of a smile.
To him, gradually refining these Spiritual Springs for personal use indeed required a considerable amount of time, possibly even months, and his time was evidently precious.
Yet, he hadn't previously considered that this golden lotus could aid him.
It is said that everything is predetermined by heaven.
He helped Moluo snatch this golden lotus; now, this golden lotus could help him accelerate the refining of the powerful forces within the Spiritual Spring.
"Thank you, Senior."
Chen Yuan nodded in gratitude, then said no more, slowly stepping onto the golden lotus, and then sat cross-legged atop it, like a lotus throne.
