Chapter 756: A City Built Upon Trees

"This is a seventh-grade spirit flower!" "Seven-Colored Crystal Flower?"

"Where did you get so many seventh-grade spirit flowers?" "These are top-grade seventh-grade spirit flowers!" Outside the Holy Dragon Dojo.

Lush and verdant.

Stretching all the way to the valley on the other side, all of it is under Chen Xuan's jurisdiction.

An area for raising Bronze Gong Pigs has been built here.

At the same time, many fields have been divided up for planting all kinds of spirit herbs and spirit fruits.

A giant Forest War Ancient Tree stands in the middle.

It emanated a rich aura of life.

It was born by absorbing the essence of the Tree of Life.

It likewise possesses the bloodline of the Tree of Life.

It has a chance to evolve into a Tree of Life.

Having obtained the essence of the Tree of Life,

it likewise possesses a powerful life force.

It can nurture any plant around it.

The entire rear of the Holy Dragon Dojo—

a hundred times more spacious than Holy Dragon Village.

The spirit herbs, spirit flowers, and spirit fruits are planted in separate zones.

And within each zone,

there are fifth-grade, sixth-grade, and now also seventh-grade spirit flowers planted.

As for the other lower-grade spirit flowers, herbs, and fruits,

they grow at the edges of the other fields.

Or else they grow beneath the great trees, or beside the rocks.

Just like wild weeds.

Among those resources,

many butterflies and bees flutter about.

They are gathering pollen.

Those phantom beasts survive by feeding on the pollen, raising their own grade and bloodline.

This stretch of land has far, far too many spirit herbs, fruits, and flowers.

And every one of them is exceedingly rare and high-grade.

Making them utterly tireless in their joy here.

Look here!

Some of them have even built their own nests beside the fields.

Other phantom beasts are watering and fertilizing.

Tending to these resources.

And the Harvest Elves weave in and out among them from time to time.

Or swing on a swing beneath the Forest War Ancient Tree.

A melodious, lovely voice keeps spilling from her lips.

Dreamlike, illusory.

As if descending from the heavens.

Yet also as if rising from the Nine Hells.

That voice is everywhere.

Nourishing the hearts of every living being.