"How many times has this happened? Are they fighting again? What a commotion!"
At the edge of the desolate sea, Feng Bingwen looked up at the sky. Since returning from that small grotto-heaven world, he had stayed here and had not entered the desolate sea again. He was waiting for the innate spiritual root that the Heavenly Book would arrange for him.
Unfortunately, he never got to see it, but he did witness the dramatic changes at the border of heaven and earth. Whether it was because the demons from beyond the realm had gone too far in their probing, or because the Ancestral Dragon had broken their tacit understanding, the conflict at the border of heaven and earth escalated further.
Even though he was located within the world, standing on the edge of the desolate sea, he could still see the celestial phenomena changing drastically from time to time. These were the aftershocks of battles that occurred outside the boundary and were transmitted into the boundary. Even after being weakened by the Heavenly Gang Layer, they still caused changes in celestial phenomena that stretched for hundreds of thousands of miles.
At this point, not to mention ordinary dragons, even true dragons who could be kings couldn't get involved, let alone this human earth immortal who had just made it in. He weighed his own strength and didn't think he had the qualifications to join in the fun.
Therefore, during this time, Feng Bingwen stayed with the group of true dragons at the edge of the desolate sea and never left. After all, even if one could not witness a battle of this level, just sensing a few traces of its aura would be very beneficial.
So Feng Bingwen stayed here, but he wasn't just thinking about whether he could get some opportunities; he also couldn't forget that innate spiritual root.
"Heavens, you have already consumed so much of my good deeds, when will you be able to fulfill my wish?"
Feng Bingwen kept repeating this in his heart, and finally, one day, a shocking change occurred in the heavens.
A terrifying wave, which even made Feng Bingwen feel his heart pound within the heavens and earth, erupted from beyond the sky. The terrifying wave even penetrated the membrane of heaven and earth, and in an instant, it pierced through the celestial barrier that was hundreds of millions of miles thick.
Endless streams of light fell from the sky, scattering across the desolate sea. A few of them pierced through the sky and crashed onto the edge of the desolate sea.
The storms in the desolate sea were pierced by fragments from outer space, causing endless waves to rise and countless raging torrents to be stirred up.
In the midst of this sudden turn of events, an inconspicuous emerald light landed at Feng Bingwen's feet.
Feng Bingwen listened to the rising and falling dragon roars of Zhou Zhou, watched the many dragon shadows flying up and down and moving about, and then looked down at the tender seedling at his feet that was not even as thick as one of his fingers. He couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth upwards, but he quickly suppressed it.
"What a great opportunity!"
The young Taoist waved his hand and flicked his sleeve, taking the inconspicuous green seedling into the blessed land. Then he soared into the sky and merged into the dragon shadows that roamed endlessly in the heavens and earth. They were all excited about the opportunity that had fallen from the sky.
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The object that fell from the sky pierced through the membrane of heaven and earth, and was not even burned in the Heavenly Gang Layer. Anything that remained, even just a fragment, was a chance to be found, which is why the dragons were so excited.
Although Feng Bingwen knew that the greatest opportunity had already fallen into his hands, in order to make himself less conspicuous and to fit in, he also joined the treasure hunt team.
Three days and three nights later, Feng Bingwen returned to his temporary cave dwelling with a joyful expression. As soon as he entered the cave, he activated the magic array he had set up.
The joy on his face from returning from his treasure hunt vanished quickly. With a flick of his sleeve, a pile of broken copper and scrap iron fell to his feet. This was the "treasure" he had found in the desolate sea over the past three days, following the dragons, in order to make himself inconspicuous.
Indeed, there were many valuable items among them, some even containing fragments of divine artifacts forged from celestial gold and divine iron from beyond the realm. However, these were of little importance to Feng Bingwen at this moment, and he didn't care.
The young Taoist released his divine sense, sweeping across a radius of three thousand miles. After confirming that there was nothing unusual, he stepped into his blessed land. Once inside, he paid no attention to anything else and focused his gaze on the seedlings that had been placed on the top of a barren mountain.
Three days later, the seedling was still fresh and tender, without any signs of withering. However, that was all. Although it looked full of life, Feng Bingwen scanned it dozens of times with his divine sense but could not find any clues. It seemed to be just a wild grass that could be seen everywhere by the roadside.
However, Feng Bingwen would not actually destroy the roadside weeds. He had personally witnessed this thing fall right at his feet. Putting aside everything else, the fact that it fell from the sky to his feet without being destroyed was enough to prove its miraculous and rare nature.
"This is the innate spiritual root I've been seeking!"
Feng Bingwen circled the seedling vine, looking it over from left to right. While he was excited, he couldn't help but feel a bit curious.
"Climbing Vine!"
The Heavenly Book's title page was opened, and then the page with the records was turned. The newly emerged line confirmed Feng Bingwen's thoughts, and it also relieved him of a great weight in his heart. At the same time, it also made him aware of the name of this innate spiritual root.
"What a great name!"
The moment Feng Bingwen learned the name of this innate spiritual root from the celestial book, he roughly understood its purpose, which was consistent with what he had previously thought and needed.
"Hahaha, my path has been achieved!"
Feng Bingwen laughed as he left the mansion. He then went to bid farewell to the dragons and dragon lords he knew. He had stayed there for a long time, and it was time for him to leave.
Most of the dragon lords who were familiar with him only offered polite attempts to persuade him to stay, and once they saw that Feng Bingwen was indeed determined to leave, no one said anything more.
After all, Feng Bingwen came here and eventually got a share of the spoils. Countless dragons had been hoping that this human would get rid of him. Now that he's gone, it's naturally a happy ending for everyone.
After leaving the desolate sea, Feng Bingwen traveled day and night without stopping for a moment and returned to the Supreme Dao. He spent half a day exchanging ideas with his master. After that, Feng Bingwen returned to the blessed land where he could still take charge. Then, he devoted himself to figuring out how to cultivate that innate spiritual root from beyond the heavens.
What happened outside the heavens was beyond his current ability to investigate, and Feng Bingwen wasn't particularly interested in it. He only knew that the spiritual root held by a supreme figure among the extraterrestrial demons had fallen into his hands, and that was enough. There was no need to investigate the rest further.
What he needs to think about now is how to make this innate spiritual root continue to grow and recover to the point where it can at least connect the two worlds. Perhaps it doesn't need to be that terrifying; just being able to travel freely between the two worlds would be enough.
To this end, Feng Bingwen did not hesitate to harass his fellow disciples, and searched for a lot of immortal soil, even a handful of the legendary Nine Heavens Breath Soil.
Unfortunately, even so, the climbing vine, nourished by so much soil, only turned a little greener and showed no signs of continuing to grow.
Feng Bingwen was naturally disappointed by this reaction, but he also knew that this matter could not be rushed. After all, the growth cycle of spiritual roots in the world is measured in thousands of years, and this is considered a small number. Some exceptional ones even have a growth cycle of ten thousand years.
Of course, even so, some special spiritual objects can still accelerate the growth of these innate spiritual roots. However, these spiritual objects are extremely rare, just like the Breath Soil.
"Hmm!"
After searching the world, Feng Bingwen stood in his blessed land, looking at the tender green seedling at his feet, and finally made a decision that was not difficult. He pointed his fingers like a knife, gently cut his fingers, and then sprinkled the golden blood dripping from his hand onto the climbing vine.
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