Even if he could not restore those ancient trees that had stood for thousands or tens of thousands of years, he at least had to return Changlin Peak to its former scene of evergreen trees. What kind of proper appearance was a bald mountain supposed to have?
With that thought in mind, Yang Chen unleashed the Natural Spirit Art, fiercely pouring it into the ground, intending to recreate those ancient trees that had stood for tens of thousands of years.
And just as Yang Chen injected that natural energy into the earth, something astonishing suddenly happened.
A vast number of trees began growing at breakneck speed, quickly becoming incomparably thick and sturdy. Yet that was not all. As the Natural Spirit Art continued pouring forth energy without pause, the entire mountain peak—more than ten thousand ancient trees—actually began growing at the same time. Gradually, they became century-old trees, then two-hundred-year-old trees, three-hundred-year-old trees...
It was not until they reached four hundred years that Yang Chen finally began panting heavily. He stared wide-eyed at those ancient trees.
"How, how is this possible?!" Yang Chen's pupils contracted.
He had originally thought it would already be good enough if he could restore a small portion of the ancient trees. As for their age, he had not even dared to think about it. He had assumed that a few dozen years would be quite enough.
Yet who could have expected that with a single use of the Natural Spirit Art, he would create trees across the entire mountain peak, and they were all several hundred years old.
His true energy had not even been exhausted yet. If he continued, he could create ancient trees with even more years behind them.
He estimated that producing trees a thousand years old in one go would not