The next day, several dozen more ancient trees roughly a thousand years old were delivered to the Spirit Source Land.
If it had been anyone else, they would never have been able to transplant these ancient trees. Unless a powerful expert of the Martial God Realm personally made a move, it would be very difficult to move these ancient trees intact to another place.
But to Yang Zhengshan, this problem was as easy as lifting a hand. He only needed to have the ancient tree dug out, then reach out and touch it, and with a thought, the ancient tree would fall into a tree pit that had long since been dug in the Spirit Source Land.
Then everyone in the Spirit Source Land would straighten the ancient tree, find something to prop it up, and fill in the soil and water it.
Of course, that sounded simple when Speaking Of it, but actually doing it was very strenuous.
Especially those thirty-six ten-thousand-year-old ancient trees. Five or six hundred people dug for a full five days before they dug them all out, and after sending them to the Spirit Source Land, it took another tremendous effort before they finally planted them.
This bout of work took seven or eight days, but when Yang Zhengshan stood before the ancient trees one after another, there was no describing how happy he felt In His Heart.
These were all ancient trees over a thousand years old. Every single one could serve as a Spiritual Item to forge a Spirit Foundation.
There were a full three hundred and eighty-one of them. In other words, they could give three hundred and eighty-one people the chance to make an attempt at the Martial God Realm. Whether they could succeed was still uncertain, but these three hundred