Saint Tuo Heavenly Palace, Dingming Abyss. This place had always been reserved for the cultivation of the Heavenly Palace’s Inner Sect Core Disciples — where spirit veins converged, and spiritual energy condensed like mist. Fu Yong had just finished a period of cultivation here.
The magical art he was focusing on had successfully reached minor achievement, and he was quite satisfied. Leaving his cave dwelling, he headed toward the outer area of Dingming Abyss. At the guard post, he retrieved his identity token from the disciples on duty.
Focusing his gaze upon it, he saw that the sect merit points he had accumulated over the past year had been completely spent. And yet, he had only cultivated here for a month and a half. Even though he had known beforehand that Dingming Abyss charged an exorbitant price, Fu Yong still felt a pang of pain in his heart.
For an ordinary Inner Sect Foundation Establishment cultivator like him, there was no right to come here to cultivate at will. Only by completing sect tasks regularly and accumulating merit could he exchange for a few days here.