Fall In Spirit Qi

Lin Mu's breakthrough had brought profound changes to the Minor plane that he was currently unaware of. 

In the mountain residence of Jing Luo, the man was working on several sets of spirit weapons. Sweat was visible on his forehead as he etched the formations on the spirit weapons. 

But just as he was about to put the last rune on the spirit weapon, a tremor shook the entire place.

~Boom~

"DAMMIT! What the hell is it this time?" Jing Luo cursed.

The past few weeks have been getting tiring for him since the amount of spirit Qi was getting lesser and lesser with time. Jing Luo knew that this meant their plan was working, but he still couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.

He was also doing some extra preparation on his own by making several items that they may need later. That was why he was slogging off right now. But now the tremor had basically wasted a couple of hours of his work in less than a second.