Although Richard doesn't have high requirements for his laboratory, the conditions of this cave are indeed somewhat poor.
Towering stalactites, constantly dripping water, mushrooms and moss growing in the corners, and the spores diffusing in the air—these things are a bit too dreadful for a laboratory.
Richard's spiritual power surged out from within, instantly covering the entire cave. Under the probe of spiritual power, the intricate erosion paths and tiny cracks in the cave walls were all visible at a glance.
"It's fine, the overall structure is quite stable."
Richard took the Balancing Hand from his pocket and inserted the staff's end into the stone beneath his feet.
The next moment, lines of Magic Power spread like dodder, centering on the Balancing Hand and surging outward like a tide. On these "Magic Branches," runes slowly inscribed into the stone walls, like fruits.
