In the Holy Land of Zhantian, the mountains are rolling and the ancient trees are towering, containing an incomparably powerful source of power, which is more than ten times that of the outside world. As a result, all kinds of spiritual flowers and plants here appear exceptionally gorgeous, containing incomparably powerful energy essence.
This place is full of an ancient atmosphere, as if it is a relic of the ancient mythological world, and has bred countless natural treasures.
As Ling Xiao and Liu Baiyi flew along, they saw herds of colorful deer running on the green grasslands; they saw cranes appearing and disappearing on the tops of white clouds; they saw a group of intelligent monkeys jumping and playing among the mountains; they saw vast seas of flowers, crystal clear lakes, and endless forests...
Everything here is full of natural and fresh breath, without any trace of human intervention, which is very close to the legendary Taoism of following nature.
Ling Xiao and Liu Baiyi flew over a vast mountain range and stopped in a beautiful place with mountains and rivers.
A wheat field appeared before my eyes. The green wheat seedlings formed a green ocean that stretched as far as the eye could see. The wind was blowing and the gentle breeze made me feel comfortable.
There is a path in the wheat field leading to the distance. On both sides of the path are two rows of willow trees. At this moment, they have sprouted new buds, and the leaves are lush and green, which looks extremely peaceful.
"let's go!"
Liu Baiyi said to Ling Xiao and slowly stepped onto the path.
Ling Xiao was a little confused. He didn't know why Liu Baiyi didn't choose to continue flying but chose to walk. However, he didn't ask much. Instead, he followed Liu Baiyi along the path towards the depths of the wheat field.
boom!
When walking into the wheat field, Ling Xiao suddenly felt the void tremble slightly. In the surrounding wheat fields, extremely pure life breath emerged and began to flow into his and Liu Baiyi's bodies, vast and majestic.
Ling Xiao's body was strong, his blood and energy were abundant, and his life source was originally very powerful. After absorbing those life breaths, he actually felt that his body was slowly getting stronger, and even his lifespan increased a lot.
"What is this place?"
Ling Xiao's heart was shaken. Those pure life auras were like the most original power of life, making the life secrets in Ling Xiao's body operate naturally. The effect was even better than taking powerful holy pills.
Ling Xiao followed Liu Baiyi and walked forward along the path, as if he had experienced a baptism.
In the middle of the wheat field, Ling Xiao saw a very strange farmer.
The farmer looked tall and strong, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He was hoeing the field with a hoe, cutting off the roots of the weeds in the wheat field and throwing them onto the path.
However, Ling Xiao saw that after the weeds were removed, they soon grew again, and the farmer seemed very patient, weeding over and over again.
Ling Xiao did not sense any fluctuations in cultivation from the farmer, but he instinctively felt that this farmer was unusual, as if his entire body had merged into the wheat field in front of him, with a mysterious aura.
“Ancestor!”
Liu Baiyi looked at the farmer and bowed.
"It's Bai Yi! This is Chi Long's nephew's disciple, Ling Xiao?"
The farmer stopped, wiped the sweat off his face, and showed an extremely honest smile to Liu Baiyi and Ling Xiao, as if he was just an old farmer farming in the mortal world. It was hard to believe that he was the ancestor of the Temple of War God.
"Participate in the Grandmaster's ceremony, I am Ling Xiao!"
Ling Xiao also bowed generously.
Ling Xiao could not feel any fluctuation in the cultivation level of the old farmer in front of him. He looked no different from an ordinary person. Ling Xiao knew that the cultivation level of this farmer must be extremely terrifying, even stronger than Liu Baiyi.
"Good! Very good! Nephew Chilong has indeed found a good successor. When Bai Yi said that you are the worthy successor to the Temple of War God, I didn't quite believe it! After seeing you today, I know that Nephew Chilong did not find the wrong person. You are worthy of this responsibility!"
The farmer stared at Ling Xiao with an extremely deep gaze, as if he could see through Ling Xiao's entire body. Finally, he revealed a hint of satisfaction and said.
"Grandmaster, you are overpraising me!"
Ling Xiao smiled slightly.
"I was in a hurry today and didn't prepare any decent gifts! I'll give you this ear of wheat, Ling Xiao. I hope you can be as full of vitality as this ear of wheat!"
A light flashed in the farmer's palm, and suddenly a green ear of wheat flew over from the distant wheat field, emitting a majestic life energy, and was handed to Ling Xiao by the farmer.
"Thank you, Grandmaster!"
Ling Xiao took it seriously.
“Uncle Junior Master, this ear of wheat is the spiritual seed of good fortune planted by our ancestor. Only two or three can be cultivated in ten thousand years. No matter how serious your injuries are, as long as you take this ear of wheat, you will be healed immediately! This is a big deal from our ancestor. Even I don’t have the chance to get this spiritual seed of good fortune!”
Liu Baiyi transmitted the message to Ling Xiao.
"A spirit seed of creation?"
Ling Xiao's heart was shocked, he also knew about the Creation Spirit Seed, which was a supreme treasure created by the heaven and earth, the sun and the moon. It possessed all kinds of mysterious effects, just like the wheat ear in front of him, which had the effect of reviving the dead and bringing flesh to bones.
Ling Xiao didn't expect that the farmer could be so generous.
"Little White, are you saying bad things about me again? Don't worry, you won't be left out!"
The farmer looked at Liu Baiyi unhappily, then threw another ear of wheat to Liu Baiyi.
"Thank you, Master. I knew you were the best!"
Liu Baiyi smiled slightly.
"Okay, let's go! You two guys come to my wheat field and I have to weed a lot. I'm really at a big loss this time, really at a big loss!"
The farmer said to himself, then picked up his hoe and walked into the green wheat waves in front of him. His figure and breath completely merged into one with the wheat field.
"Uncle Junior, you have already been recognized by the Grandmaster, let's continue on our way!"
Liu Baiyi smiled slightly and took Ling Xiao through the wheat field, then walked through a quiet grove and came to the shore of a tranquil lake.
A fisherman wearing a straw hat and a raincoat, holding a bamboo pole, was sitting by the lake, fishing quietly.
The fisherman looked very old, with wrinkles all over his face, as if he had been weathered by the wind for tens of thousands of years. But his eyes were extremely focused, staring motionlessly at the fishing rod in front of him.
With the previous lesson, Ling Xiao immediately guessed in his heart that this fisherman might also be one of the ancestors of the Temple of War God.
After all, although Ling Xiao felt that this fisherman had no fluctuations in cultivation and looked very ordinary, he had an extremely mysterious temperament, blending with the surrounding world, faintly forming a mysterious artistic conception of fishing alone in a cold river.
(End of this chapter)