One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

This brand-new underground chamber was conical in shape, with a somewhat rounded top, which at a glance resembled the grand cathedrals of the classical era in the West. Black shiny pillars stood on both sides to reinforce the structure, with black chains hanging down from the dome.

There were no candles in the room; the light came from various luminous crystals embedded in the walls.

It was thirty meters in height and more than fifty meters in diameter. Even if Su Heng were to release his true form right here, this space would more than suffice to accommodate him without feeling too cramped.

However, Su Heng had a premonition.

This cultivation chamber, meticulously constructed at great expense, would not be used for much longer.

With the Mythical Battlefield about to open, and a trip to Dragon Abyss planned before that, his rate of growth during this period would be unbelievably fast. By then, as his size increased and his true form manifested, the chances that this chamber would fully contain him were slim.

"But there’s no need to think about that now," Su Heng thought, reining in his wandering thoughts.

Not only was this Su Heng’s place for secluded cultivation, but it also acted as a cold storage, holding a vast array of resources transported from many places. Some of them were even exquisite items that immortal sects and noble families had slowly accumulated over hundreds of years. Even sealed away, Su Heng’s acute senses could detect the luscious scent of the medicinal herbs tantalizing his heart and spleen.

Gulp!