The golden mist of Heavenly Merit Rain continued to drift down from the nine-colored clouds.
On the high terrace of Taichu Immortal University, Lin Mo took a deep, steady breath. Pure celestial essence circulated smoothly through his newly formed Nascent Soul, making every joint in his body feel light as a feather.
Around the university grounds, however, thousands of gallons of excess golden origin nectar were pooling on the stone walkways. The radiant liquid was flowing down the marble steps and draining uselessly toward the municipal storm gutters.
Lin Mo leaned over the balustrade, watching the sparkling puddles trickle into the sewer grates.
“Draining liquid celestial merit into the municipal storm gutters is terrible waste management,” Lin Mo said deadpan, shaking his head. “If the Heavenly Dao sends a corporate performance bonus, we have a duty to distribute dividends to the entire staff.”
Su Wan looked up from her accounting terminal with a sparkling smile. “Chairman Lin, the atmospheric origin density is twelve times higher than normal. If we channel this nectar into our university array, we can trigger mass breakthroughs for the entire organization.”
“Then let’s not let a single drop spill into the street,” Lin Mo said. “Master Lu! Xiaomi! Get your teams over here.”
