"Could it be that this calamitous rain is simply impossible to collect?"
Ye Chen felt discontent, for this rain was extraordinary, capable of melting gold and iron, and if it were to spill onto an immortal, he surmised it would inflict unimaginable, severe damage.
"That's right, the clay urn!"
Ye Chen thought of his ultimate weapon, that shabby clay urn.
"There's still some Spiritual Liquid inside, let's transfer it into a jade bottle!" Ye Chen moved the remaining Spiritual Liquid from the urn.
That Spiritual Liquid was an unparalleled treasure, able to grant instant enlightenment of realms to anyone. Even if Ye Chen had no use for it now, he couldn't allow it to go to waste.
"Clay urn, you had better not disappoint me. Don't let yourself be dissolved by the calamitous rain!"
