The sun had climbed high into the sky by the third gong, and Lin Xianzhi, who had been recuperating in the cave, finally woke up. He called over Lin Shiming and the others, one by one.
Once again, he began the spirit calling. It was the same unnamed spirit plate that had, at some unknown time, appeared in Lin Xianzhi's hands.
Just like the last time, Lin Xianzhi executed the exceedingly complex spirit calling art. The spirit plate shone brilliantly, a dragon-like spiritual energy roaring like a dragon's chant surged towards the heavens.
Then, this dragon-shaped spiritual energy dived forcefully and burrowed into the ground where the spirit soil was located.
The surrounding spiritual energy began to climb again.
Compared to the Second Rank Superior Grade Spirit Vein, the spirit calling proved more difficult. Beads of sweat started to form on Lin Xianzhi's forehead, his furrowed brows betraying the challenge of the task.
