After seeing off Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun.
Wu Tian stood in the valley again, constantly examining his Innate Calabash Vine. Feeling its closeness toward him filled his heart with comfort!
Sure enough.
Although he had become part of the Witch Clan.
His soul's fondness for farming was still difficult to erase...
As for that.
Wu Tian had mentioned it to the Witch Clan before!
But just like his earlier suggestion of raising Ferocious Beasts, it had come to nothing. Asking a battle race like the Witch Clan to farm and herd livestock?
They might as well kill them!
They could roam freely through the Primordial World, with food everywhere. Why put in all that effort?
Thinking about it, it made sense.
By later generations' standards, the productive forces determined the relations of production. The Witch Clan's productive force was their fists. With fists that hard... why would they need to toil miserably in the dirt for food?
At that thought.
Wu Tian could not help shaking his head slightly.
"Alas..."
Then he looked toward the Innate Calabash Vine again.
With the appearance of the eighth Chaos Calabash, the Innate Calabash Vine had undergone tremendous changes. Aside from growing even more robust, its leaves had turned dark green, and its ability to absorb the spiritual essence of heaven and earth had grown stronger!
Beyond the rainbow radiance it had originally emitted, there was now a faint gray halo.
It looked even more profound!
After thinking for a moment, Wu Tian sent a ripple of intent toward the Innate Calabash Vine. The phantom of the Chaos Calabash that had been hanging from its branch vanished in an instant...
It completely ceased to exist between heaven and earth.
It was better to hide it...
The Chaos Calabash could serve as a trump card.