Before Li Qingci's eyes, the figure sitting cross-legged gradually became illusory.
Her hands, which had rested on Gu Shen's shoulders, suddenly passed through his body... Everything in the Pure Land had originally been illusory, but Soul Spirits still possessed a kind of "physical form."
"What?!"
Li Qingci stared at the scene before her in astonishment.
If Gu Shen's spirit had left the Pure Land, then this shell should have dissipated and ceased to exist.
But if Gu Shen's consciousness remained, it should not have looked like this either.
Gu Shen, seated beneath the Su Xuan Wood, seemed to have fallen asleep. This Soul Spirit body had become something between illusion and reality... The towering tree behind him unfurled its branches and leaves, gathering them above his head. The Su Xuan Wood seemed to possess sentience as it enveloped and protected Gu Shen's Soul Spirit.
At the same time.
The source quality of the Pure Land began flowing toward the giant tree...
All the Soul Spirits noticed the change. A fierce wind swept through the Pure Land, carrying grass blades and frost-snow toward the Su Xuan Wood.
Tie Wu carried a hoe over his shoulder, while Hong Zhong had a blade of grass between his teeth.
Adam rose from the flower beds.
The group was still confused when Li Qingci's solemn voice rang out beside their ears.
"From this moment onward... the Pure Land's production rate must increase. We need more source quality. Until the grass in the flower beds matures, no one is to rest."
Tie Wu narrowed his eyes and asked in confusion, "What is going on? Has something happened to God's Throne?"
He had been the first to enter the Pure Land, and he was also the most familiar with how this world operated.
Normally, Gu Shen did