True Sun Assassin Lu once said: You can't judge a mortal by appearances, nor measure saliva by the bushel.
By that logic, the Heavenly Dao's heart was even more unfathomable.
Even though this was his own Heavenly Dao, Zhang Yang still had the illusion of, Huh, so you're wild after all.
That Heavenly Dao Little Girl was far too cunning.
Outside the barrier, on the roughly one-hundred-square-kilometer wasteland, the seven vanguard-like plants were putting out branches and spreading leaves. Thanks to the Heavenly Dao's perfect micromanagement, their conquest was proceeding smoothly. Even though they grew very, very slowly, the process was irreversible.
Moreover, it was destined to be the optimal mode of energy consumption.
Survival was the theme of this stage.
At the same time, inside the Heavenly Dao Barrier, the experimental improvement of the three thousand mu of spirit fields had never stopped. With the help of Dao Rhyme Spiritual Qi and the uniquely endowed resource that was the spirit field, more plants were being rapidly cultivated and evolved.
Without a doubt, once the seven plants outside successfully occupied the bridgehead, an even larger plant army would march forth.
Zhang Yang was left with nothing but amazement. His interest had been completely hooked, and he no longer had the time to check on the Small Mud Boat's progress. All day long, he watched the Heavenly Dao Little Girl's micromanagement.
A month passed in the blink of an eye.
Outside the barrier, the Thorn Claws were the first to enter a stable growth pattern.
Each Thorn Claw grew between ten and thirty main root systems. These roots resembled cat's claws—hard and thin—and perfectly embodied the principle of using the least energy to achieve the greatest cost-effectiveness.
Only when the Thorn Claws' main root systems had burrowed roughly ten meters into