Song Jian parted the remains of the Abyssal Magic Vine that had died, finally revealing the large pit that was originally filled with liquid Purple Crystal underneath.
This must have been the accumulation of the Abyssal Magic Vine over an unknown number of years, monopolizing the entire Purple Crystal mine, and yet, it had only amassed such a pool.
Standing by the pool, Song Jian's brows could not help but furrow.
"Why is there only this little left?"
Song Jian had seen before a pool brimming with liquid Purple Crystal, but now, for some unknown reason, the liquid Purple Crystal had been depleted by a great deal, leaving only a shallow layer at the bottom of the pit, which was still being consumed at a slow rate, as if it was seeping through a leak at the bottom of the pool.