"Xiao Jing, my life has always been like walking on thin ice. Do you think... I can reach the Nascent Soul?"
Yang Feng stood outside the [Heavenly Workshop], gazing at the sky at a 45-degree angle, leaving a profound silhouette for the cultivators entering and exiting.
"Thin Ice Bro, excuse me, excuse me, thank you~ Wish you become an immortal."
The little cultivator working here didn't recognize Yang Feng at all, squeezed past with a big basket of spiritual materials.
The enormous [Heavenly Workshop], where cultivators moved back and forth non-stop, was bustling like a workshop.
Among them were not only cultivators who used magic but also many martial cultivators with muscular builds, all working here.
On the third floor, Yang Qiangjing poked out a head.
"Just in time, go to the Moon Wave Pond for me and dig out some [Ice Crystal Stones] from under the pond water. There's a demon clan team over there, and my people can't beat them."
