Cultivating here for one day would be equivalent to ten days outside.
But rather than cultivate in this lousy place, he might as well return to the Divine Realm.
Luo Yun withdrew his gaze and began walking through the valley.
As he walked, he raised a hand.
The Immortal Herbs were uprooted, dirt and all, and drawn into his possession.
Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass, collected.
Infernal Delicate Apricot, collected.
Aromatic Silk Beauty, collected.
Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum, collected.
Aromatic Silk Beauty, collected.
Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew, collected.
One plant after another, one patch after another.
Before long, he had collected every mature Immortal Herb in the valley.
Luo Yun stopped and looked at what remained.
Some weren't mature yet and needed more time.
Some were truly heaven-defying—well, underworld-defying—and were better left for someone destined to find them.
For instance, Sterility Grass...
Luo Yun's gaze fell on the plant, black from root to tip.
It grew in an inconspicuous corner at the very edge of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.
Its leaves were slender, their edges tinged with a sinister dark purple. A tiny flower bloomed at the tip, black as well, and dark red sap seemed to flow faintly within its stamen.
Sterility Grass.
A peerless treasure among poisons.
Once consumed, it made having children impossible for the rest of one's life.
Even a god would find its poison difficult to reverse.
Luo Yun's lips curled slightly.
He had no interest in this thing.
But...
He glanced at the plant, then at the surrounding Immortal Herbs, all trembling in fear.
When he'd collected the herbs just now, he'd released only the faintest trace of divine aura, and they'd all behaved like the most obedient grandchildren, letting him pick them without daring to move.
Plants had spirits, especially Immortal