Herb King
The clouds smashed together as loud as mountains crumbling. The palace floated in the air. Dao sounds were audible. Adepts gazed at it; Everyone present was a force to be reckoned with. They worshipped the palace. The clouds collected and formed a staircase from the earth to the palace. The staircase contained patterns that emitted shiny pressure. Geniuses raced up the stairs. Flying was forbidden. They had to climb their way up.
They felt a pressure on them as soon as they stepped up similarly to the stone statue’s pressure. Yang Tian nodded and looked to the black bird. The bird noticed his gaze, so the bird stated, “Don’t worry about me. The pressure is relative to one’s cultivation.”
“All right.” Yang Tian forged forth.
The staircase was over thirty kilometres long. Lots had fallen within an hour, but a gentle light caught them. Survivors either had strong aces or were advanced cultivators. A number hid in caves to cultivate.
Dahu looked down at the intense scene and chuckled.
Two hours later, Yang Tian let out a breath of relief but sweated profusely. He turned around to check out those who were remaining.
“Let’s hurry, or we won’t find anything…”
They agreed to let the black bird take the command reins once they were inside. As soon as they stepped inside, the potent vitality vital essence blew them away. The black bird looked down on Chubby for absorbing the energy and then told them to hurry and pluck the herbs.
There were countless ancient palaces with a wallpaper in each. The paintings depicted a fierce battle of creatures using divine skills. There was a lot for one’s will to gain just inspecting them. The will could render one blind. Surprisingly, there were plenty of them – as per the black bird’s claims.
They soon arrived at a majestic palace and raced inside. Quirks had manifested. The precious herb at the centre absorbed light from the sun and moon. The herb was classified an herb king. The herb was two and a half centimetres tall and bright. It was called “purple herb.” It wasn’t ripe yet the last time the bird visited. It was fifty thousand years old. It could extend one’s lifespan.
The black bird: “See the formations. Nobody can break through them until the herb king is ripe!”
They were grateful they had the bird’s knowledge to speed up the search for herbs.
The black bird smirked. “Stop looking and beak the formation.”
Xiaobai delightfully wiped his drool. “Let me!”
The rest went to guard the door while Xiaobai swiftly corroded it using his mist blast. The purple herb suddenly dug itself underground once he brought it down. Xiaobai caught a leaf and pulled it back up. He wanted to eat it, but he resisted the urge. The others were elated; however, they hurried on their way.
Creatures scrutinising battle diagrams in the ancient palaces shot the group unkind glares. The group dismantled formations one after another with the bird as their guide. Others were lost and stuck. The group didn’t make any stops.
The black bird received an herb. It whispered, “I don’t think there are many left. Herb kings are rare. The majority of precious herbs aren’t ripe.”
Golden Pill Room opened loudly as the group conversed.
The black bird said, “Hurry, it’s Golden Pill Room!”
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