Shennong Horn Space
The group of Tree Spirits perked up as soon as they returned.
One Tree Spirit murmured a few words, and a pit opened in the earth by itself. A large tree floated over and settled into it.
The earth covered its roots, but watering still had to be done by hand. There were plenty of tools, however, and a bucket of clean water was poured over it.
Within two hours, more than fifty three-hundred-year-old trees had been planted.
"Rest here for a few days. We'll go looking for more large trees in a few days," Romon said, very pleased.
The disappearance of the large trees would not harm the forest's ecology; instead, it freed up a great deal of space. In the Shennong Horn, however, these fifty trees would begin drawing in and releasing spiritual energy after just a few days of recovery.
One mu of land could hold about fifty three-hundred-year-old trees, but the spiritual energy they circulated equaled that of thirty mu of young saplings.
The three newly born Parasitic Trees had been transplanted onto the hills, which had already become the Tree Spirits' home.
Mist World. July. Butlai City.
Several columns of thick smoke rose within the city, and flames surged skyward as the final battle raged.
Kobide was fighting his last battle.
After the catastrophe in Butlai City, the entire Count's Estate had been blown apart, and his father and elder brother had died. He had therefore inherited the title of count.
The loss of the Count's Estate did not concern him. What terrified him was that the city's priests had lost all their power.
This meant the region had lost its patron deity. Such a thing could not be concealed; the neighboring territories would inevitably discover it. Worst of all, the corps