Before long.
This stalk of Spirit Rice had grown a full head taller than the others of its kind.
Its leaves were broad and thick, its stalk sturdy and strong.
Even its rice ears had begun to emerge.
Xu Changqing inspected it carefully.
Its foundation had suffered no damage.
Its potential had not been overdrawn.
Even the rate at which it absorbed spiritual energy remained within the normal range.
The only difference was that it was growing faster.
And it was the kind of acceleration that moistened things silently, like spring rain.
If one did not deliberately compare it with the surrounding Spirit Rice, one might even think it was supposed to grow this quickly.
Xu Changqing silently calculated in his heart.
The Temporal Loop formed after a single grain of Temporal Dust had been fused could ripen this stalk of Spirit Rice by roughly one month.
And how much Temporal Dust was there throughout the entire Grade-Three Spirit Field?
It was simply impossible to count!
If all that Temporal Dust were fused into Temporal Loops and applied to the Spirit Rice in batches—
Spirit Rice that originally required an entire season to mature could be harvested within a quarter of an hour.
And this was only a Grade-Three Spirit Field.
What about the rare spirit plants within a Grade-Four Spirit Field?
What about the Nine-Turn Starry Grass in a Grade-Five Spirit Field, which required ninety-nine years to mature?
At that thought, Xu Changqing looked toward the Grade-Five Spirit Field again, unable to stop the corners of his mouth from curling upward!
Six days later.
Xu Changqing emerged from the bamboo house.
Today was the day Shaking Light Star was holding its grand feast. Zhang Zaizhi from the Spirit Plant Bureau, and even Bai Luming from the Wind and Thunder