Chapter 125 Materials

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Compared to the simple practice of meditation, just digesting fuel wouldn't normally take up too much time.

But this time, it was different.

Tang Qi himself couldn't quite remember how many pieces of fuel he had picked up under the watchful eyes of those polluters in the grave, those bodies that could scare people to death were, in his view, incredibly tempting.

With a turn of his hand, the fuel was thrown into the Melter.

It took him several more hours to digest all the fuel in the ruins of darkness.

When he regained consciousness, it was already bright daylight outside the window.

Some scorching sunlight penetrated the gaps in the curtains and cast upon Tang Qi.

But at this moment, he couldn't quite distinguish whether it was the temperature of the sunlight or from his own body.

He didn't look at the wall clock to confirm the time, but instead fixed his gaze on his own body.

The ghost light converged, and a special interface immediately emerged.