Qin Yuanfeng mounted the Ink Qilin, riding like a bolt of lightning toward the Primordial Spirit Spring.
The Ink Qilin's four hooves kicked up wind as it streaked across the sky like a trail of black lightning. Sitting upon its back, Qin Yuanfeng wore a gaze both resolute and profound, mentally calculating his plans for this trip to the Primordial Spirit Spring and the potential dangers he might face. He knew full well that the spiritual stones at the bottom of the lake were crucial to boosting Daxia's strength, and failure was not an option.
Before long, the valley housing the Primordial Spirit Spring came into view once more. The valley was filled with a dense spiritual mist that hung like a light veil, shrouding the entire place and giving it a mysterious yet sacred atmosphere. Qin Yuanfeng leaped down from the Ink Qilin. The fierce beasts in the valley had been mostly cleared out during his previous two visits. Having not come for a few days, he wondered if any other fierce beasts had wandered in, but with the Ink Qilin here, even if there were any, they were likely hiding away in terror by now.
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