Zhou Yuan’s Spirit was seated atop the peak of a scarlet-red mountain. His Spirit power spread, stopping the golden fire lotuses that slowly fell from the sky before pulling them towards him. They hovered around his body.

There were already more than twenty golden fire lotuses around Zhou Yuan.

However, using his Spirit to grab and draw in the lotuses was far too troublesome. According to Zhou Yuan’s estimates, he would at most be able to collect a hundred lotuses. Any more ...