Drawn by an invisible force, the Heaven and Earth spiritual energy swiftly gathered into clouds.
Before long, a fine drizzle began to fall.
Countless glistening droplets fell upon the ground and were absorbed by the thirsty soil in the blink of an eye. The green shoots, listless from the sun's scorching rays, raised their heads again and regained their lush emerald hue.
Every shoot hungrily drank in the nourishment bestowed by Heaven and Earth. Their leaves swayed joyfully, brushing against one another with soft rustling sounds.
Expressing their delight.
Wang Chen sensed the emotions conveyed by those green shoots and could not help smiling faintly.
His gaze swept across the Spirit Field before him and fixed on the valley shrouded in clouds and mist in the distance.
A month ago, Wang Chen had arrived at this place known as Feixu Valley. He had then built a house beside a hillside ten miles from the valley and reclaimed thirty mu of Spirit Fields.
He sat down on a rock by the field ridge, his thoughts drifting back to one month earlier.
That day, Wang Chen had just "smuggled" his way into the Haotian Realm when, as expected, he encountered a deadly tribulation. He had escaped with his life only because of the treasured talisman Ninth Uncle had given him.
Yet unexpectedly, someone had still caught up with him, and a fierce battle had erupted.
His opponent's cultivation realm was higher than Wang Chen's. He was equipped with several Magic Treasures and had Talismans and Pills in abundance. He was also a native-born resident of the Haotian Realm.
He had held every advantage.
Yet in the end, Wang Chen had still blasted him to death with his Vajra Fist!
It had been a perilous victory, and an extremely lucky one as well.