But none of this affected the fruits and vegetables' absorption.
These were, after all, fine things Daochen had painstakingly cultivated through countless experiments, capable of absorbing Sage Power.
As long as they could withstand this energy, they could survive.
Only after untold rounds of experimentation had Daochen achieved these modest results.
He tapped lightly with the hoe in his hand and sowed a seed. Then he casually reached into the void and drew out another ladleful of energy rain. The seed swelled continuously at a speed visible to the naked eye, soon growing into a plum tree.
This plum tree was no ordinary tree either. It was a Xiantian Spiritual Root, the Yellow Middle Plum.
Under his cultivation, however, this Xiantian Spiritual Root's potency had likely increased several hundredfold, if not more.
There were many other such Spirit Fruits, and an orchard had already appeared behind him.
Laughter drifted from within from time to time.
These were the changes that occurred after the Xiantian Spiritual Roots gained sentience.
It had to be said that this transformation was truly astonishing.
With an abundant supply of Sage Power, they soon underwent transformation and developed intelligence.
As time passed, Daochen kept planting all kinds of seeds.
He was utterly immersed in it, unable to pull himself away.
He had fallen in love with doing this partly because he did not want the Sage Power he had collected to go to waste, but more importantly because it helped him control his own strength.
He discovered that his power was far too great. Even when he deliberately restrained it, it remained so overwhelming that, after entering the Primordial World, he would break its Space Barrier from time to time.
That was hardly a good thing for him.
For a while, he even wondered whether he