Those black lines were like densely packed strands of hair. Some of them seeped into Luo Zheng's body and coiled around his Dantian, while the rest simply vanished into thin air.
Luo Zheng looked at the azure sky and let out a long breath.
Though having his Dantian sealed was rather depressing, at least he had not lost his life. That counted as a blessing in disguise.
Only now, when Luo Zheng looked into the distance, did he discover that this vegetable field was far larger than he had imagined. The verdant seedlings stretched into the far distance like a vast ocean, with no end in sight.
And he himself stood in the middle of this verdant ocean...
"What the hell kind of place is this?" Luo Zheng pursed his lips.
The Godly Realm was ruled by True Gods and Saints, but there were also some weak ordinary people living there. The vegetables planted in this field were presumably meant to feed them. But could ordinary mortals cultivate this land?
Although the ground beneath Luo Zheng's feet was soil, it was soil belonging to the Godly Realm. Let alone ordinary mortals—even Divine Sea Realm or Divine Extremity Realm martial artists would probably have to expend considerable effort to cultivate these fields. Ordinary mortals likely could not even turn over a single clod of earth!
"Then these seedlings..."
He bent down and reached out to grasp a verdant seedling. He could not tell what sort of plant it was. Yet when he casually pinched it, he failed to break it. Only after Luo Zheng applied some force did he hear a crisp snap, finally wrenching the seedling apart.
"These unremarkable seedlings are tougher than Sacred Artifacts in the universe..."
Seeing this, Luo Zheng concluded that these things were not meant for