At this ti, upon closer inspection, it is unfortunate that only the area within approximately one ter around the Sunflower Water Profound Spirit Flower belongs to the First Realm, while everything else is Unentered Mortal Grade.
The Small Knife grunted as he dug out this entire large piece.
The Little Cultivator was also busy, collecting the Sunflower Water Spirit Algae nearby, which are valuable First Realm Spirit Grasses.
Including this pond, which is diluted with Sunflower Water Spirit Liquid, unfortunately evaluated as Unentered Realm.
At this mont, the Little Cultivator couldn’t help but say, "Daoist Lord, these Heaven and Earth Spiritual Objects are extrely difficult to transplant; we simply can’t do it. It’s better for you to consu it quickly to avoid unexpected incidents."
The Small Knife nodded but still dug out the whole chunk.
The Eye of Investigation informs: The link between the Sunflower Water Profound Spirit Flower and the Earth Vein is completely severed and will completely wither within twenty-four hours, losing its effectiveness.
Notice: Please consu it promptly.
Sure enough, the Sunflower Water Profound Spirit Flower displayed a countdown notice.
Seeing this, the Small Knife rapidly removed so surrounding soil and then absorbed it into his Personal Space.
The Little Cultivator hesitated, though not witnessing any technique, still advised again.
The Small Knife didn’t listen, planning to check in a few minutes if the absorption remained unchanged.
This was his plan—to try without any cost.
Besides, he had confidence in the ti-stop-like ability of his Personal Space.
All this because it wasn’t convenient to go offline now; good things must be used by his real body in the real world.
Using the ga body would waste them.
But upon entering, his body shivered involuntarily, his face showing an expression of disbelief.
The Small Knife’s gaze beca dazed; he realized he had transford into a flower, adapting to a new environnt and rooting for growth.
He could directly manipulate the power of water, it was a miraculous sensing.
Not knowing how much ti had passed, he suddenly awakened, it was as if he had been dreaming just now.
However, he noticed his Superpower and Personal Space had changed—it had actually expanded.
The Personal Space he had since birth had never changed; now it had expanded? And by three to four tis?
Imdiately upon looking, oh my, the Spirit Soil he had placed naturally spread to the ground, and the Sunflower Water Profound Spirit Flower had grown there, with a vague sense of connection to himself?
Very miraculous, clearly he felt like he had beco a flower just now? That’s it.
In an instant, a simple small space beca more—a ground and an extra Heaven and Earth Spiritual Object?
He even knew this spiritual object had co alive, rooted here, and aware of its needs.
Relying on that peculiar connection.
The Small Knife was overjoyed, quickly putting the remaining Spirit Soil in.
Sure enough, upon placing the Spirit Soil, it imdiately automatically spread on the ground.
Unfortunately, when putting in Unentered Grade Spirit Soil, there was no change.
Then the Small Knife imdiately reached into the pond, intending to get so of it, pond water.
After all, it’s also Spirit Water.
As soon as his hand reached in, he felt a miraculous sensation—that was the ability of the Sunflower Water Profound Spirit Flower, which he could use.
Imdiately, the diluted Sunflower Water Spirit Liquid in the surrounding pond seed attracted, gathering in the Small Knife’s hand and then disappearing.
It naturally went into his Personal Space; there, before the roots of the Sunflower Water Profound Spirit Flower, there was an extra small puddle of liquid.
anwhile, the pond, having lost the Sunflower Water Spirit Liquid, beca ordinary.
The Little Cultivator had his mouth wide open, watching all this, with a flash of shock on his face, though he said nothing.
He had noticed a prompt but hadn’t looked at it.
At this point, he checked.
The Eye of Investigation prompt: Task target acquired.
Congratulations: You’ve completed an impossible single task, Spirit Root.
Notice: With the loss of the spiritual object, the underground space will no longer be stable; in twelve hours, the underground space will start to collapse, and the network will gradually seep back in. Prepare yourself.
"Only twelve hours of safety for now, I’ll bring people to collect all the Spirit Soil and Spiritual Algae here," the Small Knife promptly said, heading outside.
The Little Cultivator hesitated slightly, but followed up.
The two swiftly exited the cave.
As soon as leaving the entrance, a flash of red light appeared, revealing a mass of blood before their eyes.
The sense of crisis erged, never before so intense, as if death awaited in an instant.
Simultaneously, the Golden Bell in the Dantian trembled, strands of golden True Qi oozed from pores—at an unprecedented speed, so fast it felt like pins prickling the Small Knife’s body painfully.
Rapidly, a Golden Bell ford to protect his body, almost imdiately, the blood light revealed a humanoid shape which looked at the Small Knife with a sinister smile, and then the flushed body directly exploded.
What a terrifying explosion!
The Golden Bell shielding the Small Knife, its patterns erged, obviously forced to its limit.
Even so, the luster dimd instantly and then burst open.
Too fast, the Golden Bell Shield was broken, only in an instant, the Small Knife spewed a mouthful of blood, his health bar dropped over half.
The Companion Treasure was broken, resulting in severe injuries.
It’s over, the Small Knife felt he was going to die.
With intense reluctance and instinct.
This caused the strands of dim gold-colored True Qi, transford from the Golden Bell Shield shattering, not to disappear but instantly rged into the Small Knife’s body.
Simultaneously, his True Qi and Qi Blood were rapidly absorbed.
Leaving the Small Knife montarily too weak to stand, his face withered like a dying person.
Absorbed, the True Qi swiftly grew stronger, an Iron Cloth Shirt appeared, yet unlike the usual, but with a golden shine.
All this ford in an instant.
But the force of the explosion hasn’t ended.
Too terrifying, absolutely Immortal Master level power, causing the newly ford Golden Iron Cloth Shirt to dim instantly, and cracks appeared.
Yet at this ti, slightly holding back, the Small Knife reacted, the Innate Life Essence Blood in his heart exploded, quickly supplenting all parts of his body.
More than half of the health bar recovered swiftly, otherwise this one would be his end.
Sudden changes ca too fast, the Small Knife intended to use the Great Witch Artifact, only to find all were for attack, none for defense?
Decisive action.
Qi Blood Divine Speed, six tis speed!
Divine Techniques erupted instantly, his figure flitting back with afterimages, that was his limit.
Consuming Innate Life Essence Blood, energy was sufficient, yet his body seed about to explode, in this Status, sustaining even a few more seconds ant death.
This speed, already exaggerated to the Extre Point.
But still not fast enough.
The Iron Cloth Shirt on his body completely increased in cracks rapidly, eventually shattered.
Another mouthful of blood was spat out, health bar plumting again.
However, this pause allowed a figure to react and block in front.
Only thereby was the Small Knife able to widen the distance.
His entire body felt torn apart at this mont, that’s the price of six tis Qi Blood Divine Speed, not thinking, he stretched out his hand.
He swallowed a drop of Sunflower Water Spirit Liquid.
Like a clear spring, it spread, nourishing his body.
The severe injuries visibly started to recover, just needing a few seconds for complete recovery, that’s the effect of Sunflower Water Spirit Liquid, Entry Level.
The key lies in the Entry, though only First Realm, it’s already spiritual, not Mortal Grade.
Blocking before the Small Knife was the Little Cultivator, whose body rapidly petrified, but useless, cracks soon erged.
After the explosion fully dissipated, he had turned into fragnts of stone.
From afar, the Small Knife watched all this, furious beyond asure.
And just then, a rope extended from beneath his feet, swiftly coiling around.
The Small Knife was bound.
Binding Mortal Rope, under Hundred Level, bound losing all Power.
Above Hundred Level, completely ineffective.
Can he still survive? Nearby, two hidden figures were extrely shocked.
They were the Nine Heavens Guild’s president Nine Heavens Sword and vice president Eight Days of Leisure.
As for two others, they were dead.
Nine Heavens Guild’s resources mainly invested in these four.
Though all at Level 100, they all possessed ans akin to Immortal Masters.
Nine Heavens Sword, the president’s trump card was Golden Bell Shield, mainly for Defense.
Eight Days of Leisure’s trump card was Blood Escape, naturally costly but one ti had taken people away from an Immortal Master, which speaks of ability.
So, Eight Days of Leisure used Blood Escape for surprise attack, instantly reaching before the target.
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