Opening the black duffle bag, the variety of crystal nuclei was vast, their colors ranging across the spectrum.
Unlike some novels where ability users were restricted to absorbing specific types of nuclei, it appeared that Xu Zeng and he were not constrained in the same way. This revelation filled him with even more hope and determination.
The transmigration, and ability gods were still looking down on them favorably.
Xu Feng stood in the dimly lit interior of the restaurant building, his fingers delicately holding a handful of crystal nuclei of varying colors. The duffle bag beside him held enough for several people to cultivate comfortably without rest for days. He needed to decide what to do with them.
