Time slipped by unnoticed, and the weather grew hotter and hotter. It seemed early summer had arrived.
Looking out in every direction, everything was lush and green. Even the once-bare valley had not become as utterly barren as Wang Wu had imagined. Here a clump, there a stalk—scattered wild grass had begun to sprout.
Of course, one had to get close to see it. From afar, it still looked like a wasteland.
Under such circumstances, the ten shrub saplings Wang Wu had planted, along with the five small fruit trees he had grafted, were truly growing splendidly.
The shrubs had not only shot up to over thirty centimeters tall, but their roots had also begun to cluster and spread. They were already showing the beginnings of little thickets.
The five young fruit trees stood even more elegantly. Since Wang Wu occasionally infused them with a few points of spirit energy, they had now grown to half a meter tall. It was already obvious that they were not shrubs.
Naturally, what he cared about most were the nine Berry Seeds. Under the effects of spirit energy, they had all sprouted and taken root long ago, their seedlings breaking through the soil with abundant vitality.
At this rate of growth, he might have a chance to eat berries in another month or two.
That was assuming no migratory swarms like the Iron-Toothed Locusts or Devil Vine passed through again.
So in truth, Wang Wu did not place much hope in it.
He knew very well that before he possessed sufficient strength, he could not protect the fragile ecosystem he had built. This time was merely an experiment, a chance to accumulate experience. If it could survive smoothly and continue expanding, that would naturally be wonderful.
If it was unfortunately destroyed, that too