Xiaguang Ridge lay thirty miles southwest of Crimson Flame Peak. Liu Yu, who had been pondering cultivation techniques, immediately rushed out of the main hall upon hearing the thunder and drove his Natal Magic Treasure at full speed toward the source of the sound.
It could be said that the booming thunder disrupted the order within dozens of miles around Crimson Flame Peak, leaving many disciples trembling in fear.
The instigator was utterly unaware of all this. He had instinctively overlooked the effects of releasing Yimu Wood Divine Thunder, and at this moment, all his attention was fixed on the land below that had been ravaged by lightning.
One Crimson Cloud Pine after another was destroyed by the lightning. Not only did the portions above ground lose their vitality, but even the roots beneath the earth were not spared.
His gaze slowly swept across the devastation, then suddenly lit up as it stopped on a Spirit Tree.
This Crimson Cloud Pine was likewise charred black, with most of its branches gone, yet it still stood proudly tall, like a crane standing among chickens.
Ji An shifted his gaze, trying to find other survivors, but found nothing.
He flew over to the Spirit Tree that had retained sufficient height and extended his divine sense to inspect it. Sure enough, beneath its charred bark, vitality still lingered.
"Such good luck!"
A smile curled Ji An's lips. Fifty mu of Spirit Fields, planted at an extremely high density, held roughly ten thousand Spirit Trees. Yet according to past experience, the odds of cultivating lightning-struck wood were nearly one in a hundred thousand.
He immediately rode the clouds to the warehouse near the Cold Pool and took out several bags of pine nuts. They were all third-order mid-grade pine nuts, entirely suitable for the