Time slowly passed.
Before he knew it, spring had gone and autumn had come. Green grass and trees withered yellow, then spring returned with warmth, the heavy snow melted, and tender green blades of grass revived from the earth.
Another year had passed.
"Finally,"
"I've accumulated enough spiritual energy to transform from an ordinary plant into a spirit plant."
Jiang Ding murmured.
As a long-lived species of the Endless Cosmic Starry Sky, he had lived through much time. A hundred years was no more than the flick of a finger, too insignificant to leave much of a mark on his heart.
At this moment, Jiang Ding used Internal View on himself.
As a weed that had lived for over a hundred years, he could be called an ancestor among grasses, an elite among grasses.
Though the stalk aboveground was only several dozen centimeters tall, its underground roots sprawled like a spiderweb across several kilometers, plunging dozens of meters deep into the earth. Even if a great disaster tore apart the surface, or drought persisted for years on end, neither could affect his life.
Moreover, his soul essence remained, as did his Heavenly Secrets Deduction and concealment abilities. It was difficult for any major natural disaster or man-made calamity to befall him.
He appeared frail enough that even a Qi Refining cultivator could dig him up by the roots.
Yet actually accomplishing that was still utterly impossible.
Unless some Supreme Being or Peak Heavenly Being Cultivator had discovered him and set their sights on him—only then could they pierce through the veil of heavenly secrets and truly locate this fragile true body.
A hundred years had now passed, and clearly, nothing of the sort had happened.
Jiang Ding scanned his true body, then focused on the bulb-like clusters scattered underground like