Time slowly passed.
Before he knew it, spring gave way to autumn. The grass and trees turned lush green, then withered yellow. Spring returned and the weather warmed; the heavy snow melted, and tender green blades of grass revived from the earth.
Another year had passed.
"Finally,"
"I've accumulated enough spiritual energy to transform from an ordinary plant into a spirit plant."
Jiang Ding murmured.
As an immortal species of the endless cosmic starry sky, he had lived through much time. A century was no more than the snap of a finger to him, leaving little trace in his heart.
At this moment, Jiang Ding turned his gaze inward.
As a weed that had lived for a hundred years, he could be called an elder among grasses, an elite among grasses.
Though the stem aboveground was only several dozen centimeters tall, his underground roots spread like a spiderweb across several kilometers, plunging dozens of meters deep into the earth. Even if some great disaster struck the surface, splitting the land apart, or if drought lasted for years on end, it could not affect his life.
Moreover, the essence of his divine soul remained. His Heavenly Mechanism deduction and concealment abilities remained as well. It would be difficult for any major natural disaster or man-made calamity to befall him.
He looked so frail that even a Qi Refinement cultivator could dig him up by the roots.
But actually accomplishing that was utterly impossible.
Unless some Supreme or peak Heavenly Human cultivator had already discovered him and set their sights on him—only then could they part the veil of Heavenly Mechanism and truly find this fragile body.
A century had now passed. Clearly, nothing of the sort had happened.
Jiang Ding swept his gaze over his body, then focused on the bulb-like