This question puzzled Li Ye for a moment.
But he did not dwell on it. In a world of cultivation, strange and bizarre things happening out of nowhere was perfectly normal. As long as it could help him, that was enough.
While the beaver blocked the way ahead, he wound the threads of the Flying Light Azure Lotus around the Hungry Ghost, branding it with layer upon layer of lotus marks as he gradually transferred away those blackish-red resentments.
Li Ye poured the transferred resentment into even more blooming lotuses.
Because the Zhou Family had generously provided several spirit veins to supply spiritual energy, azure lotuses blossomed one after another around Li Ye at an astonishing speed.
Though they were gradually corroded by the resentment, crimson hues surfacing amid their azure petals, the azure light around them remained. They looked as though they would shatter at a touch, yet were in fact incomparably tough.
As a Primal Spirit Plant bestowed by the Shennong Ruler, its capacity for extension was almost boundless.
Because, in the Shennong Ruler's view, it would certainly be able to withstand the harm brought by the growing resentment.
But the one controlling it was merely an ordinary cultivator.
As long as it had spiritual energy, it could continue growing and spreading, but Li Ye was bearing an immense burden.
The only fortunate thing was that Li Ye had experienced the agony brought by the Hungry Bone many times and had more or less grown used to it.
Even if another cultivator were sitting here, even one with a cultivation level somewhat higher than Li Ye's, they would never be as at ease as he was.
The entire scene immediately became exceedingly strange—
The mycelium endlessly produced food for the livestock herd. Li Ye sat at the edge