On the other side.
Upon returning to his cave dwelling.
Zhang Jing headed straight to the cultivation room.
With a flicker of thought.
Ding ding~
Accompanied by the tinkling sounds that echoed throughout the dwelling.
The surging and roaring Five Treasures Ling River gradually emerged from the void, like a tame large snake, coiling around Zhang Jing.
The moment this peculiar river manifested.
It spontaneously began to absorb the thick spiritual energy within the dwelling.
But Zhang Jing paid no attention to this.
His gaze fell directly on the five magic artifacts inside the river that were colliding and rotating against each other.
His waist-attached identity talisman shimmered.
In an instant, demon cores appeared in his palm.
Without any hesitation.
He tossed all the demon cores into the Five Treasures Ling River.
In a matter of mere dozens of breaths' time.
