With these magical energy crystals, Herag will be able to save a lot of expenses in the future.
The only problem is that, for now, Herag can't convert these into cash and has nowhere to use them, so they can only be stored for the time being.
Other than that, there are various magic potion materials and casting materials. Herag is familiar with most of the magic potion materials, and together they are estimated to be worth more than ten thousand magic stones.
He doesn't recognize some of the casting materials, so it's hard to estimate their value. He plans to show them to Blake later to see how many magic stones they could sell for.
Apart from these material items, the most important thing is that he verified the power of the bloodline mark.
In the ruins of the Death Swamp, due to the weaker suppression of the World Will, Herag could unleash part of the power of the bloodline mark.
Once his entire body was covered with a metallic black sheen, he transformed into a demon form, with all his attributes significantly enhanced.
And this is under the suppression of the Wizard Plane's World Will.
If there were no suppression from the World Will at all, Herag felt he could unleash unimaginable power.
Herag glanced at the palm of his left hand, feeling that the energy was nearly full.
But even if the dimension coordinate energy was full, he still couldn't rashly head to the Abyss Plane just yet.
It's different there; at most, in the Barren Land, he might encounter a Level 2 wizard.
Entering the Abyss Plane, one might unexpectedly encounter a demon with Level 4-5 strength like that toad.
Who could withstand that?
The first two times, Herag was lucky to have the toad come to save him.
If it had been a moment later those two times, he would have died in the Abyss Plane.
Although he can use the bloodline mark's power over there, Herag doesn't believe it would elevate his strength to the level of that toad.
In the Abyss Plane, where powerhouses abound, that bit of strength is still insignificant.
Moreover, Herag is very concerned about the identity of the toad.
Though the toad has been very kind to him so far, that's because the toad has forgotten many things and hasn't recalled them yet.
There is a familiar aura on him, but Herag hasn't figured out what exactly this aura is.
Once the toad fully remembers, they might not necessarily remain friends.
Next time he goes in, the toad might just leap over and swallow him in one gulp.
Herag pondered greatly and approached the matter of entering the Abyss Plane with extreme caution; he absolutely couldn't go casually.
"Sigh... better continue the practice."
Herag shook his head, deciding to stop thinking about such distant matters.
What's most important for now is to keep practicing step by step.
He lifted his head, gazing at the starry night sky, and entered a state of meditation.
Herag opened his eyes, his gaze calm and unaffected.
For these past two months, Herag had been practicing steadily.
He sold part of the items he brought back from the Death Swamp Ruins for ten thousand magic stones.
Herag decided to keep the rest for now and did not sell everything.
"Next up is slowly entering the liquid stage."
Having completed the meditation on the twentieth star, his mind was already filled with gaseous spiritual power.
The next step is to compress this gaseous spiritual power into a single drop of liquid spiritual power.
This is a very long and arduous process, and many people are stuck here for life.
Herag was neither anxious nor impetuous and slowly began the work of spiritual power liquefaction.
As he started to try, he felt a slight headache.
The process of compressing spiritual power is quite painful and not everyone can bear it.
Herag's breathing became somewhat rapid, not as steady as before.
After attempting to compress for a while, he stopped.
This process cannot be rushed; it can only be done gradually.
Herag ceased the compression of spiritual power and began meditating to adjust his state.
He didn't want to injure his mental sea due to impatience, as that would be a huge loss.
For a period after this, Herag's spiritual power would experience a stagnation in growth.
Until he entered the liquid stage, his spiritual power couldn't grow any further, having already reached the upper limit of the gaseous stage.
The time to enter the liquid stage is unpredictable, as it varies for each person.
Some might enter the liquid stage in one or two years, while others might take several decades.
There are also those who may need a hundred years or might never enter the liquid stage in their lifetime.
In the morning, sunlight streamed into the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Herag got out of bed and stretched his body.
Chatiya stood at the doorway with a basin of hot water, a towel resting inside. The source of this content ɪs novel{f}ire.net
Herag maintained a regular routine, ending his meditation practice at this time every day, with Chatiya waiting outside.
"Come in," Herag said softly.
As Chatiya entered, she wrung the towel dry with her small hands before handing it, still steaming, to him.
After Herag washed up briefly, Chatiya asked, "Sir, are you hungry? Shall I make you some noodles?"
Recently, Chatiya had figured out how to make noodles, largely thanks to Herag's guidance.
With no shortage of flour, it didn't take long for Chatiya to start making noodles.
Herag tried them a few times, had Chatiya tweak them, and now the noodles were good enough to eat, comparable to those from his past life.
Usually, he had noodles or pastries for breakfast.
Herag shook his head and said, "No noodles today. Let's have your buns; I want to see how they taste."
Yesterday, Chatiya had just learned to make some buns, and Herag hadn't tasted them yet. It had been an extremely long time since he had eaten such things.
"Alright, sir, I'll steam the buns right away," Chatiya said efficiently, never dawdling.
While Herag was having breakfast, Blake arrived.
"Mr. Blake, is there something you need?" Herag asked.
Blake looked serious, hesitating to speak.
Herag sensed something amiss and asked, "Is there something going on?"
If it made Blake this tense, it certainly wasn't a simple matter.
Blake sighed and said, "There is something, but I don't know if it's a good thing for you."
"What is it?" Herag asked, puzzled.
Blake explained, "The Land of Dawn is recruiting people, requiring official wizards under the age of sixty."
Herag was stunned, never expecting it to be this news.
The Land of Dawn recruiting?
Herag wondered if this news was fake. Why would the Land of Dawn come to the Barren Land to recruit?
Seeing Herag's shock, Blake added, "When I first heard this, I was also incredulous, so I specifically inquired about it."
"The Land of Dawn is preparing a major invasion of the Elf Plane and will need a lot of manpower at that time. Since invading a plane is a long-term endeavor requiring as many people as possible, they've come to the Barren Land to recruit."