One month later.
The restriction around the divine origin grass had weakened to almost nothing. Excitement stirring within him, Tang Xuan reached toward its roots. The faint barrier shattered with a crash at his intrusion. He seized the base of the divine origin grass and pulled upward with all his might. This divine origin grass had gestated in this Small World for a million years before finally reaching the divine level. How could it be so easy to uproot?
No matter how hard Tang Xuan tugged, he could not budge it in the slightest. Fine beads of sweat had appeared on his forehead, yet he still failed to pull the divine origin grass out. A single arm of his could exert a force of a hundred and twenty thousand jin, and even that could not uproot it-a testament to how firmly the divine origin grass had taken root.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead. The roots of the divine origin grass seemed welded into the soil. After all that pulling, he had not even loosened the surface earth. "If one arm won't do, I'll use both hands. I refuse to believe I can't even pull out a blade of grass." Tang Xuan rubbed his hands together. This time, he brought both hands into play, gripping the base of the divine origin grass tightly again. He sank his breath into his dantian, lowered his center of gravity, and planted himself in a firm horse stance. His legs naturally tensed, exerting force first, then driving his hips and drawing on the strength of his entire body. He gathered it all into his arms and pulled upward. His whole body went taut, his teeth clenched, and veins bulged on his forehead. Even the muscles in his arms and calves trembled slightly. As