Time flew like an arrow.
Thirty years passed as though they were a single day, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
On this day, Luo Chen harvested the herbs on Spirit Spring Island that matured once every ten years early in the morning, then hurriedly slipped into the World Sea.
He had once found an ancient world in the World Sea and established his fourth enterprise there: another herb field planted with low-grade spirit herbs.
This was a herb valley, its harvest every ten years roughly comparable to that of the former Demon Suppression Great Prison, so Luo Chen did not attach much importance to it.
He normally only appeared during the once-in-ten-years herb maturation period to harvest the herbs.
Several lesser demons he had enlightened tended and guarded the herb valley.
There were also restrictions he had arranged to envelop the valley, making it impossible for ordinary living beings to detect this place.
Luo Chen arrived in the herb valley and was quite satisfied by the thriving scene within.
At the very least, it showed that the lesser demons had not slacked off in their daily work.
The moment he appeared, he immediately drew the attention of several lesser demons standing watch.
Since it was already the maturation period for the valley's herbs, and according to past custom, the lesser demons knew their master would be coming soon, so they did not panic.
They quickly gathered around, assumed human forms, and respectfully bowed to Luo Chen.
"Greetings, Master."
Luo Chen gave a slight nod. He had enlightened a total of ten demons in this herb valley, all of different races.
Their cultivation was not high, generally around the Nirvana Realm.
After sweeping his gaze around, he frowned and asked in a deep voice, "Why is one missing?"
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