Legend of the Divine Temple

The outer shell of this scorpion was made of metal, so it was especially sturdy. Even Ling Han felt his foot go numb.

The scorpion died, leaving behind a little bit of the essence of Metal.

That was a speck of golden sand, but it was much brighter than the sand in the desert. Even if it was thrown into the sand, it would still stand out like a swan in a flock of chickens, and was very conspicuous.

Ling Han put away this essence of Metal, and continued onwards.

He returned to an extremely boring life of fighting monsters. Every day, he would be searching for Metal Element creatures, killing them, and then obtain the essence of Metal, working hard for the sake of becoming stronger in future.

In the blink of an eye, ten days had passed.

Ling Han's cultivation progress was very fast. He encountered another node, and after crossing over, he opened another nine apertures.

Now, the number of apertures he had opened had reached 72.