A piece of broken wood.
A corpse.
A space jar.
A treasure from another universe.
The soil of this universe.
“Cosmic soil? It can make wood element mages closer to the universe. What does it mean?”
Wang Xian listened to Long Yin Yin’s introduction of the treasures one by one and squinted his eyes slightly.
His mind landed on the last treasure and asked.
“It is to be able to sense the energy in our universe better. However, it is only more effective for wood element mages.”
Long Yin Yin replied.
“You mean that as long as you fuse the universe breath soil into your body, you will be able to get closer to the sword and the Magic Universe?”
Wang Xian stared at him as his eyes sparkled.
“Is that what you mean?”
Long Yin nodded his head.
“How much universe breath soil do you have?”
Wang Xian asked again.
“There should be quite a lot. The biggest characteristic of this universe breath soil is that it is special and has no other abilities.”
Long Yin said.
