Beyond the gate, there was neither the expected splendor nor the ethereal beauty.

An intensely rich aroma of earth and fresh plant scent wafts over you, pure, pristine, and without a trace of impurity.

The three stepped inside, and the golden magic circle and portal behind them vanished silently, as if they had never existed.

Before me stretched a vast expanse of fields, row upon row, neat and uniform, extending to the horizon.

However, these ridges were not soft, fertile soil, but a strange soil that was dark golden in color, with a dense texture and a metallic sheen on the surface. Under the soft light of a "sun" in the dome, it reflected a few points of cold light.

A strange, pure energy permeated the air.

Each breath brings a sense of comfort to the entire body and invigorates the spirit.

"Such rich energy."

Bibi Dong looked around, her purple eyes gleaming.

Just by standing here, she could feel her soul power slowly and autonomously circulating, greedily absorbing the free energy in the air.

Ning Liu's feeling is more intuitive.

His Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda martial soul emitted a slight buzzing sound within his body without being summoned.

He bent down and picked up a pinch of dark golden soil.

The soil felt heavy and hard; it was more like metal powder than soil.

"The laws here... are very peculiar."

Bibi Dong closed her eyes and carefully sensed it.

"The space is stable, and the energy is pure and active to an astonishing degree. Cultivating here is far more effective than outside."

She opened her eyes, looked at Ning Liu, and said something that moved even Yue Guan:

"If a Soul Master with only three or four levels of innate Soul Power and mediocre Martial Soul quality can grow up here from childhood and cultivate undisturbed, achieving the position of Soul Saint would probably not be difficult."

This is not an exaggeration.

In Douluo Continent, talent determines one's potential.

For a Soul Master with innate Soul Power of Level 3 or 4, reaching the Soul King realm in their lifetime is already a miracle, a stroke of good fortune.

But in this "Divine Chrysanthemum Garden," the situation is completely different.

The pure energy here can subtly cleanse the soul master's body, broaden the meridians, and nourish the sea of ​​spirit.

Here, the so-called "bottleneck" will be forcefully broken down by this enormous energy.

The gap in talent has been narrowed.

Yue Guan was deeply moved, and his awe for this chrysanthemum god, whom he had never met before, grew even stronger.

Just then, Yue Guan's expression changed slightly again, as if he had received a new message.

His face lit up with joy, and he quickly said to the two of them, "The message from the gods indicates that this trial is special, as the flow of time here is different from that in Douluo Continent."

"Oh?" Ning Liu and Bibi Dong both became interested at the same time.

"Three months have passed in the Divine Chrysanthemum Garden, but only three days have passed on the Douluo Continent."

Yue Guan's voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement.

Ning Liu and Bibi Dong exchanged a glance, both seeing the same emotion in each other's eyes.

surprise!

What started as a trip as an "assistant" out of curiosity and observation suddenly turned into a serendipitous opportunity.

Three months!

For powerhouses of their caliber, three months of undisturbed seclusion, especially in such a blessed land, can bring immeasurable improvements.

Three days outside won't cause any problems at all.

"It seems we made the right choice coming here."

Bibi Dong's lips curved upwards in a rare, subtle smile, clearly indicating that she was in an excellent mood.

Without further hesitation, she walked straight to an open field edge, sat cross-legged, and addressed the moon:

"We will not interfere with your trial. Unless you ask for help, we will only train here."

Ning Liu smiled and found a spot not too far from Bibi Dong, and sat down in the same manner as her.

"Elder Ju, we support you in your farm work. Keep it up!"

Yue Guan: "..."

Looking at these two important figures who had gone into seclusion without a word, he was at a loss for words.

They worked hard as farmers, but these two turned this place into a sacred place for cultivation.

However, he felt no resentment, only gratitude.

If it weren't for him, these two wouldn't have had such an opportunity.

Conversely, if these two hadn't come, he would have been quite apprehensive facing this unknown divine trial alone.

He composed himself and refocused his attention on his task.

"The second test, the foundation building of golden stamens. Cultivate, sow, water, and remove pests to nurture one hundred golden chrysanthemum plants."

Yue Guan stretched his limbs and walked to a dark golden field that had not been cultivated.

The rules of the gods are very clear: all soul skills are forbidden.

He took a deep breath, channeled his soul power into his arms, his muscles bulging, and then... he saw a hoe, also dark gold, stuck in the edge of the field.

The hoe has a simple and rustic design and is extremely heavy, more than ten times heavier than ordinary steel farm tools.

Yue Guan gripped the hoe, assumed a fighting stance, poured his soul power into it, and then, with all his might, shoveled the hoe into the ground!

"clang!!"

A piercing clang of metal rang out.

A string of dazzling sparks flew up where the hoe struck the ground.

Yue Guan felt a tremendous force of recoil coming from the hoe handle, which made his tiger's mouth numb and his entire arm feel sore and weak.

He looked down and saw that only a shallow cut remained on the hard, iron-like ground.

It's probably only an inch in size!

Yue Guan's expression froze.

He's a Title Douluo!

Even without using soul skills, pure physical strength, combined with the enhancement of soul power, is enough to split mountains and shatter rocks.

But here, even with all his strength, this is all he could do?

How can we cultivate this land?

"To hone one's character and foundation through the simplest of labors..."

Yue Guan exhaled a breath of stale air, gripped the hoe tightly, and the anxiety in his heart gradually subsided.

It seems that being an old farmer isn't so easy.