Yi Chen sighed softly, as if he was shearing wool, his hands constantly stroking the Demon's Relic.
This damned thing absorbed the Deep Red Points at a faster pace in the first six hours after he acquired it, but now, it had become increasingly slow, managing to absorb only about ten thousand per day.
If he pushed it harder, he could scrape together twenty thousand, but that was about it.
Of course, the good news was that according to Yi Chen's estimation, given the rate at which the Demon's Relic was dissolving and fading, it should contain about three million Deep Red Points; so far, he had only mined one-fifth of this rich deposit.
"Now, the Buddhist sects of Central Continent are probably scouring the world for this Taoist."
"Well, I've been fighting and killing for so long; might as well return to the Eastern Continent to lie low for a bit."
