Ordinary cultivators could get giddy over a single houtian spiritual treasure, yet Lin Tian had to grapple with a dilemma like this. It truly left one unsure whether to laugh or cry.
"Forget it, forget it."
Since he did not know what to choose now, he would set it aside for the moment. Perhaps he would have an idea later.
Putting the matter aside, Lin Tian prepared to return to the Spirit Vine Realm and ready himself for the third sermon.
As for how to arrange things on these three immortal islands, Lin Tian had no plans for the time being.
"The spiritual energy here is abundant, and all manner of trees are sprouting. I could use it to grow immortal herbs and make it a medicinal garden."
Lin Tian suddenly slapped his forehead as the idea struck him.
"I'll have Nuwa come help me tend it later. That would be perfect."
He settled on a simple plan.
Then Lin Tian headed straight toward the Chaos Bell.
One of the finest blessed lands in the entire Primordial World had been destined to become a medicinal garden by a single thought from Lin Tian. It truly left one not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
After his return to the Spirit Vine Realm, the third sermon was about to begin.
Numerous cultivators of the Primordial World set out from their own cave abodes.
Over these ten thousand years, the Primordial World had been remarkably peaceful.
The once arrogant and overbearing Demon Race had stopped expanding its territory, and the Witch Clan had done the same.
Nor had any renowned masters of divine abilities fallen during this period.
Speaking of this, Red Cloud and Zhen Yuanzi had to be mentioned.
Back during the first sermon at the Purple Heaven Palace,