Yang Yong lowered his head and looked at the lump of Two-Colored Strange Mud.
The lump had barely changed in size.
It had only shrunk a little.
An insignificant little bit.
Without looking closely, he would never have noticed.
Yang Yong's eyes suddenly lit up.
Wasn't this stuff an all-purpose growing medium?
As long as he planted something in it, a whole patch would grow in no time!
If he put this to good use...
Wouldn't he never have to worry about food again?
In this apocalypse, where food was worth more than human lives, what did that mean?
Yang Yong was utterly staggered.
Suddenly, he thought of the Yellow Talisman that the Old Taoist had forcibly borrowed and destroyed.
Another pang tore through his heart.
That Yellow Talisman had been a genuine treasure, too. Unfortunately, it was gone.
Sure enough, although this world had already become an apocalypse, it still held countless unbelievable treasures.
First, that Yellow Talisman.
Now, this Two-Colored Strange Mud.
Yang Yong took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
He dared not use up the Two-Colored Strange Mud carelessly.
He wasn't even sure whether it would keep dwindling with use.
If it was consumable and would disappear once used up, that would be a tremendous waste.
Using it to grow a low-grade crop like sweet potatoes...
Yang Yong kept feeling that would be a bit of a waste.
He wondered whether he could find a way to obtain some Ideal Grain Seed.
Judging by the properties of the Two-Colored Strange Mud, it should greatly accelerate the cultivation of Ideal Grain Seed.
If he could get his hands on the legendary Ideal Grain Seed...
Even Yang Yong's breathing quickened a little.
Just as Yang Yong was imagining the possibilities.
Suddenly, a sound came from