But changes in the outside world can no longer disturb Zhang Heng's mood.

Because if something is unavoidable, then waiting calmly may be the best way to deal with it.

"What is that?"

Suddenly, Zhang Heng, whose mood had calmed down, seemed to discover something among the dead branches and leaves on the ground.

He immediately flapped his wings, came to a flower bed on the left, and used his claws to pick away the withered petals covering the soil.

All obstacles were gone, and a touch of green suddenly came into Zhang Heng's sight.

It was a tender sprout, a tender sprout that seemed to have just sprouted.

It is fresh, crisp and full of vitality like the rising sun.

However, this lively scene could not make Zhang Heng feel any better.

Zhang Heng narrowed his eyes slightly, pulled out the tender sprout along with the pitch-black seeds buried in the soil, and held them in his paws to observe carefully.

The more he looked, the fiercer Zhang Heng's eyes became.

Just because of the seemingly ordinary seeds and sprouts in his claws, he actually felt a strong sense of rejection, disharmony and desire for destruction.

Feeling carefully again, Zhang Heng discovered that there was a weak power hidden inside the seeds and sprouts.

This force was very weak, so weak that Zhang Heng could easily destroy it.

But it's very high, as high as...

Zhang Heng frowned and thought hard, trying to find a suitable description in his mind.

"Little field mouse, have you seen the power within the seed that is on the same level as the will of the stars?"

Fujie Miao suddenly came over, reached out and picked up the sprouting seed in Zhang Heng's claws, and looked at it in front of his eyes.