As the plane consciousness's dim phantom vanished completely, the boundless golden space fell silent once more.
Pure golden motes still drifted quietly in every direction.
Even without their master's deliberate guidance, the vast life energy left behind remained absurdly dense. Every inch of air seemed heavy with rain about to fall.
Huo Yuhao took a deep breath. Warm air flowed into his lungs, and every pore in his body relaxed beyond his control.
Without a doubt, this was a cultivation paradise beyond price.
He pushed aside every stray thought, sat cross-legged in midair, and fixed his gaze on the walnut-sized golden seed floating before him.
Child of Nature.
Those four words circled through his mind, easing the tension in nerves that had been wound tight for far too long.
Put plainly, that identity was the ultimate guarantee against death.
On the Douluo Continent, where danger lurked everywhere and people died at the slightest misstep, the plane's seal of approval would make anyone think twice before trying to kill him—whether Evil Soul Masters hiding in the shadows or temperamental, peerless Ferocious Beasts in the Star Dou Great Forest.
After all, if he really died, the entire world's ecology would inevitably slide into the abyss, dragging everyone down with it in one great collapse.
As a protective charm, this thing was damn reliable.
But he knew full well that claiming this identity would not be easy.
Only someone with a pure wood or life attribute could truly activate and refine the golden seed.
Huo Yuhao frowned and took stock of everything he had.
The energies within him were complex to an extreme: spirit, ice, fire, water, wind, lightning, and even the exceedingly rare space attribute. Yet he lacked even a trace of pure wood energy tied to the vitality of plants.
Anyone