The moment he found the historical imprint, Lu Yuan gently closed his eyes, and blurry images emerged in his mind.
A blizzard!
That terrifying blizzard was nature's wildest roar.
The sky was shrouded by heavy clouds. Its once-clear blue had long since vanished, replaced by a chaotic grayish white.
The freezing wind howled in like sharp blades, carrying dense pellets of snow as it lashed the earth madly. This "Snowflake Tree" swayed precariously in the snow, its branches scraping against the air with piercing shrieks.
Lu Yuan became immersed in the information, deeply drawn in. He could even feel the temperature carried by the air and could not help shivering. "So cold!"
The blizzard raged on for a long time. In the end, the Snowflake Tree snapped with a crack, and its life reached its final end.
Lu Yuan jolted out of the illusion.
"This was the tree's final moment? Hmm..."
There was no helping it. Compared to animals, plants simply led somewhat more insipid lives.
Farmer No. 1, the Valley Locust, had once been the lowest-grade insectoid, yet it had possessed its own joys and sorrows, and the information it ultimately recorded had been quite abundant.
But this tree had possessed only the faintest desire to survive in the end.
"No, this monotonous blizzard alone is still far too difficult to turn into a field." Lu Yuan frowned tightly.
Even a Grandmaster Artisan was not omnipotent. This artistic conception was completely at odds with a Spirit Plant Field; no matter how superb his craftsmanship was, forced fruit was never sweet.
"Do I have no choice but to take another route?"
Lu Yuan was in no hurry. He took a deep breath and once again sensed the blizzard that had once occurred.
Visibility had nearly dropped to zero. Before him