Three days passed by in the blink of an eye.
Ming Kun Island.
Fang Xing eyed the 'Nanming Stone', on which a rice grain-sized chip had newly appeared.
He had exerted a lot of effort and used many tricks to pry off this small piece from the fifth-grade material.
"What a pity… originally, this material was full of spiritual essence, capable of birthing a strand of Nanming Leaving Fire. My dividing it like this has essentially ruined it…"
"Even without dividing it, after removing that strand of the origin of the Nanming Leaving Fire, to nurture another would take thousands or tens of thousands of years…"
Fang Xing couldn't be bothered with such tasks that were akin to someone planting trees for the next generation to enjoy the shade.
Better to make direct use of the Nanming Stone.
At this time, he shifted his attention away from the Nanming Stone and focused on the 'Green Sun Demon Lamp'.
