"Really? Grandpa doesn't have to go?" The youngest child jumped up happily and clapped his little hands.

"Come quickly and thank your sister, she said Grandpa doesn't need to..." The older child cried tears of joy, turning to call to his younger brothers, "You all..."

"Sizzle!" However, before the child could finish speaking, a white mist suddenly rushed towards the child in front of him.

Wan'er looked up and saw that the Ginseng King had withdrawn his hand and was looking at the children with loving eyes.

"Grandpa..." The children realized what had happened and began to close their eyes uncontrollably, standing there blankly, looking drowsy.

Their small figures were swallowed by the mist, becoming like snow-white ginseng roots of varying sizes, standing upright on the ground...

"Swoosh..." It quickly disappeared into the black sandy area beside the stream and vanished in an instant.

“Let’s go.” Grandpa Ginseng sighed, stood up, and stroked his beard. “If we don’t go now, it might really be too late.”

"Aren't you afraid the children will blame you when they wake up?" Wan'er naturally understood what Grandpa Shenwang meant. He didn't want the children to bother him anymore, nor did he want to see them sad. But sometimes, you can't have your cake and eat it too.

“Let’s go. The Spirit Lord went to your Water Tribe a long time ago. I tried to persuade him to stay, but he told me, ‘I don’t need your help. You just need to protect Wan’er for me.’” Grandpa Ginseng King, walking ahead, said as he went. Wan’er, behind him, felt her nose sting with tears as she listened—Hua Motian! Is this how you protect me? You bastard! I don’t need you to sacrifice yourself to protect me.

Stepping out of the cave, my steps felt much lighter. Before me lay a stone path, leading downwards, one step at a time. Following the Ginseng King, I walked for about 20 steps. Then, looking up, the path was completely obscured by a vast sea of ​​clouds. The Ginseng King stopped and gazed at the clouds…

A cold wind rose from the clouds...

Wan'er walked to the Ginseng King's side, took a deep breath, and couldn't help but sigh softly, "The air here is indeed different, fresh with a hint of sweetness. I never thought there would be such a good place in the human world, completely unpolluted."

"Alas! We can only survive in this kind of environment, and because of this, our numbers are decreasing."

This world is a dog-eat-dog world; human nature is greedy, and people have long been accustomed to taking the best things for themselves.

Our ginseng family is adept at absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, so naturally we are a treasure trove. However, our treasure is also our calamity. Humans cannot understand this, and sometimes obtaining us can be a disaster.

For thousands of years, our ginseng family has been fleeing from human destruction. In order to avoid extinction and to preserve the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for humankind, our lives have become worse day by day.

Those were exceptionally dark days. I watched helplessly as my parents and siblings became food for humans. Every time I saw my loved ones leave one by one, my heart ached so much that I couldn't breathe.

Later, guided by the Spirit Lord, I went through countless hardships to find this strange place. Although it wasn't large, it was enough for us to survive. After I settled all my ginseng descendants here, due to the gathering of spiritual energy, this mountain rose upwards..."

"Ascension? You mean..."

“That’s right, the mountain beneath your feet was once on Earth, but now it’s floating in the air,” the Ginseng King said, gazing down at the sea of ​​clouds, his eyes gleaming. “From here to the human world, it’s at least several thousand kilometers…”