Rootless fire, watered with sap...
Hearing those words, Lin Mo's eyes lit up.
So this was how sword intent grass was smelted!
Ever since obtaining the sword intent grass and planting the seeds it produced in the Gourd Spirit Field, he had harvested tens of thousands of sword hearts. But without knowing the proper method, he had left them unused, unable to unleash their true effects.
Now he could.
The so-called rootless fire was spirit fire born of heaven and earth, appearing out of thin air. He had seen it before when eliminating the Drought Demon in the Southern Frontier-a unique phenomenon caused by intense heat and drought.
Once he obtained the Ancient Painting Scroll and returned to the Divine Continent, he would immediately set out for the Southern Frontier, gather spirit fire born of heaven and earth, and smelt every last sword intent grass heart!
"He has a Dao Sword like that on him. He must have more Sword Intent Grass Seeds!"
While Lin Mo was silently pondering, Mu Wang's eyes suddenly lit up, his gaze burning with desire. "Once we kill this brat, search his Storage Bag immediately. We're bound to reap a rich harvest!"
At those words, the other three young cultivators wore openly covetous expressions. Clearly, they regarded Lin Mo as a fish on the chopping block, theirs to carve up as they pleased.
"Thank you for telling me. Otherwise, who knows how long it would have taken me to learn how to refine sword intent grass."
In a good mood, Lin Mo smiled. "As repayment, I've decided to give you a quick death and spare you further suffering."
Hummm...
As his words fell, Lin Mo willed the Jianmu Sapling in his dantian to tremble slightly. An incomparably pure aura of the World Tree emanated from