As for the substance that fell towards the cliff below, with no obstruction from the surface of the ground, it was unknown what forces of the plunge would carry those faintly blue items to wherever underground.
The unseen places were not Shi Chun's concern, he only cared about the immediate present, hence he made a special trip to the great prison of Wukang Mountain.
The prison was a place he was quite familiar with. In a deep pit, he did not go down, but stood at the edge and glanced below. As expected, the bottom of the pit indeed accumulated a considerable amount of the faintly blue substance.
He touched the iron-hard ground, remembering the time when he had used his right eye superpower to survey this land from the mountain base, Wukang Mountain was an enormous stump of a tree, its grandeur before breaking was unfathomable.
The tree's very presence could support the faintly blue items that lay between the ephemeral and the real.
