Besides the improvement in quality, the mysterious power Chen Yang had scattered seemed to have brought other miraculous changes to the Four-leaf Spirit-Nesting Grass.
After its advancement, a grayish-white stripe had grown across its verdant body.
Just then, a gentle breeze passed by, and as though paying homage, it swayed and repeatedly bent its stems and leaves toward Chen Yang.
Chen Yang silently acknowledged it, then floated up once more and headed deeper into Pine Mountain, without bestowing any opportunities upon the other three spirit plants.
For one thing, the remaining three plants had no connection with him. For another, the mysterious power he possessed was currently limited.
After accumulating prayer power for so many years, the Star Palace Jade Tower had ultimately returned only a watermelon-sized amount.
One-third had already been given to Yang Yuanhong, while a small piece had been plucked off for the Four-leaf Spirit-Nesting Grass.
What remained still had to be shared among the Yang Family's other cultivators, so he had to use it sparingly.
He had entered the mountain this time to do one thing: dig.
No matter how one built a grotto-heaven, a solid foundation had to be laid down beforehand.
Over the following days, the low-level Demon Beasts within Pine Mountain fled deeper into the mountain range.
Even knowing that those places were the territories of far more powerful Demon Beasts, they charged in without a care.
Because in the regions where they had once lived, they had seen something even more terrifying.
A gray ghost wandered throughout the entire Pine Mountain region.
It fed on soil, forests, mountain rocks, rivers...
Wherever it went, it carried away huge swathes of land. Even the nests of many Demon Beasts were swallowed whole into its belly.
This ghost also had a strange habit: after every