After the revelry of a bountiful harvest, Zhang Yang's mood changed from his initial smug delight to vigilance and apprehension.
Yes.
On the surface, he had used that segment of demigod bone to reap enormous benefits, eating until his mouth gleamed with grease in unparalleled comfort. It was almost certain that every subordinate under him would rise by at least two stages because of it.
But this was only a segment of demigod bone, and it had already yielded such gains—even if that demigod bone contained the concentrated essence of an entire demigod.
What if it were a true Heavenly God? Its strength would probably be dozens or even hundreds of times that of a demigod.
And what if it were a true Law Heavenly God? Its strength would be hundreds of times that of an ordinary Heavenly God.
What if it were an ancient god so terrifying that even Heavenly God Cangdong was willing to serve as a spittoon official before it? Its strength would likely be even more horrifying.
There were even indescribable existences more unfathomable than ancient gods.
And these were the masters and rulers of the Fourth Sequence.
No wonder his main body had suffered such a crushing defeat back then.
Did he truly have the confidence to fight his way back into the Fourth Sequence and carve out a foothold for himself from thin air?
Zhang Yang was somewhat shaken and lost.
This goal was too grand, too terrifying. He was afraid he would be crushed beneath it.
In the end, he let out a long sigh and could only use a Soul Tremor to return his thoughts to zero.
It was better to start with what was before him.
"Thirty-four spiritual plants bearing four-colored Spiritual Marks, five thousand eight hundred Three-Colored Spiritual Plants, twelve