Mount Buzhou.
"Lady Nuwa, there seems to be a formation here too..."
"It's actually the Demon-Binding Rope, a top-grade Houtian Supreme Treasure!"
"Lady Nuwa, there seems to be a treasure over here too..."
"The Purple-Gold Sword, a Houtian Supreme Treasure?!"
"Lady Nuwa, over here, over here..."
"Heavens! How are there still more..."
Nuwa had been so confident at first, but as Ling Feng kept unearthing treasures on Mount Buzhou, her face now burned, as though he had slapped it again and again.
Mount Buzhou was a sacred site of the Primordial World that nurtured countless treasures. Those blessed with fate could obtain them; those with cheats could sweep them all up.
Ling Feng's fortune defied the heavens. Wherever he went, opportunities kept coming.
His blessings ran so deep that even Nuwa could not help being astounded.
This fellow's fortune is so heaven-defying that even mine falls short...
Ling Feng, however, noticed nothing. His mind was entirely on the treasures, and as he swept through the mountain, he all but dug three feet into the ground wherever he went.
I'm rich! I'm rich!
Mount Buzhou really deserves its reputation as the foremost divine mountain in the Primordial World. There are just too many treasures!
Nuwa, you wasteful little wench, you actually turn your nose up at low-grade innate spiritual plants. I'd better collect them. Once Mount Buzhou collapses and the Earth Immortal Realm is divided off from the Primordial World, innate spiritual plants will be practically extinct and incredibly hard to find. Let's see where you'll find them then, you little wench...
Ling Feng carefully transplanted the spiritual plants.
The Earth Immortal Realm had yet to be divided off from the Primordial World, so spiritual plants and spiritual roots naturally abounded. But as the Primordial World evolved, these treasures would gradually