Three months later.
In an underground secret room on a nameless islet.
Chen Lin carefully lifted a blade of grass from the spirit liquid, planted her in a jade box filled with spirit soil, and watered her with ten-thousand-year spirit milk.
Once he finished, he carried the jade box beneath an opening, allowing the sunlight streaming through it to fall on her.
Then he stared at her in a daze.
After a long while, he suddenly seemed to remember something. He took out a Nightmare Realm item-the wooden carving-and placed it beside the jade box.
Sensing the faint nightmare realm aura, he nodded. This could indeed imitate the environment of the Nightmare Realm.
Finally, Chen Lin sighed and slumped to the ground.
He had expected Grass to severely overdraw her strength after unleashing that sword strike, but he had never imagined she would revert directly to a blade of grass!
What cut his heart like a knife was that, even after reverting, her vitality continued to wither. Despite being constantly immersed in spirit liquid, the leaves at her tip had begun to yellow.
This left Chen Lin panicked and at a complete loss.
A few days earlier, during his routine patrol of the surrounding area, he had happened upon some cultivators hunting monsters at sea. He had traded for some spirit soil and decided to try planting her in it to see whether it would help.
If nothing else worked, his only option would be to visit Wanhuagu Valley in the Nightmare Realm. Grass had taken human form there, and he hoped the Luxurious-Robed Woman might have a solution.
Still, the chances were probably slim.
Niuniu held no sway over that woman. Under the restrictions of the Nightmare Realm's rules, she could not possibly lend a hand.
Even if she