In the endless outer-realm void.
Qin Ming's Nascent Soul rode the Icy Netherworld Sparrow, crossing the void and flying aimlessly toward the Spirit Realm.
Fortunately, more than half the journey had already been completed. Otherwise, even with the bloodline power of the Netherworld Sparrow, reaching the Spirit Realm would have been difficult.
And so, a bizarre scene appeared.
Amid the boundless starry cosmos, a young human cultivator rode a gigantic, majestic ice bird, truly spreading its wings and soaring through the nine heavens.
Spirit Realm.
A three-foot-tall Spirit Plant was breathing in and absorbing the spiritual qi of the outside world, as well as the essence of the sun and moon.
Its stalk resembled a crimson crystal rod condensed from crystal, its surface covered in fine silver patterns. Every three inches, bamboo-joint-like protrusions encircled it.
Yet amid the veins of its emerald leaves shimmered a deep blue like the starry sky.
Seven or eight blue fruits, round as moons, hung upon it. Beneath their semi-translucent blue skins, flowing light surged like stardust.
At this moment.
Two groups of people, each with four or five members, stood on opposite sides of the Spirit Plant, confronting one another with swords drawn and bows bent.
Their eyes kept returning to the Spirit Herb before them.
None of these people had particularly high cultivation.
The two leaders were both Qi Refining Layer 3 cultivators. Those behind them were only at Qi Refining Layers 1 or 2, and there were even several mortal martial artists among them.
"Second Brother Wu, we discovered this first-rank mid-grade Crimson Azure Spirit Grass first. You'd better know what's good for you and get the hell out of here! Otherwise, I won't be polite!"
A short, fat cultivator on the right held a curved saber artifact in his