Fifty years later, the fog in the fertile field of all spirits was dispelled by countless torches.

Hundreds of thousands of people from the Snake God Tribe flocked into this new land. They stepped barefoot across the soft spiritual field ditch, and the bone vessels hanging around their waists collided with the clay pots.

This land of death, once called the poisonous swamp, has now turned into a vibrant and fertile land.

The silt in the swamp was tilled into fertile paddy fields, and the miasma was tamed into nutrients to nourish the spiritual rice. The once terrifying beast has now become the guardians of farming.

Shui Hemu stood on the ridge of the field with his turbid old eyes flashing with a light of relief.

His rough fingers gently pushed apart the rice leaves and checked the growth of each spiritual rice plant.

These rice ears are as plump as pearls, and snake-shaped runes naturally grow in the rice core, and a faint golden light shines in the morning light.

"Amuza, the rice seedlings on the third ridge need to be deepened two inches!" The old man's hoarse voice echoed in the fields.

The young Amuza responded, stepped barefoot into the mud and water, and the snake bones in his hand drew neatly rakes in the mud.

His movements were skillful and precise. Every time he raked, the mud swelled up, revealing the root system covered by the rotten firefly mycelium below.

These myceliums can convert highly toxic sludge into nutrients required for spiritual rice, which is the key to the hybrid spiritual rice growing in the fertile wildlife of all spirits.

Not far away, the girl Aleia led a group of girls to kneel on the edge of the field, holding a clam shell carved with runes, carefully scooping up the spiritual water from the canal and watering it at the roots of the rice.

The moment the spiritual rice came into contact with the fertilizer and water, the snake scale patterns on the leaves suddenly lit up, and the ears became full at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Look! This rice-core rune is clearer!" Aleia shouted in surprise.

When Shui Hemu looked closer, his turbid old eyes suddenly lit up. The runes at the rice core were no longer simple patterns, but rather a Taoist pattern vaguely appeared - this is a symbol of the perfect fusion of spiritual rice and the fertile field of all spirits!

At the edge of the rotten poison pool, three hundred demon frogs, whose heads shrank to more than meter, were squatting on the special bluestone altar.

The poison sacs on their backs no longer vomit deadly miasma, but secrete green mucus, forming a translucent film in the morning light, covering the newly-eared spiritual rice.

"Gulu——" The frog king, led by the head, turned one eye and suddenly threw out his long tongue like a whip, smashing a six-winged locust trying to eat rice leaves.

The venom accurately wraps the insect corpse and melts it into nutrients that nourish the root system in a flash.

Not far away, several tribal children bravely climbed onto the raised back of the Frog King and scraped off the jade glue condensed between its scales with a small bone knife. This is the secretion of the Frog King who has been improved by the Frog King. It can be used to prevent pests and insects when applied to the rice stalks.

The frog king squinted his eyes lazily, allowing the children to move, occasionally sticking out his tongue to sweep away the poisonous mosquitoes hovering above their heads.

"Mr. Frog King, I want to ask you today!" Amuza saluted respectfully.

The Frog King roared lowly, as a response. It was no longer a brutal predator, but a guardian of this spiritual field.

"Cruff--" a sour sound of friction came from the depths of the paddy fields.

The thousand clones differentiated from the Devil Leech King drilled into the mud at this moment. Their thin bodies as thin as hairs stretched into sharp "ground plows", and crisscrossing holes were flowing through the soil.

The inner wall of each pore is covered with rotten firefly mycelium secreted by leeches, which can transform highly toxic sludge into the most favorite humus of spiritual rice.

"The third ridge needs to be deepened two inches!" Amuza shouted.

A main clone at his feet suddenly expanded, spreading like ink silk, forming a huge "underground plow net".

With the control of the leech king's soul, the soil layer of the entire field surging like waves, the hidden stubborn stones were twisted into powder, and the toxic miasma crystals in the plate were decomposed by the mycelium.

A young soldier was fascinated by the sight and accidentally stepped into the soft ditch. The expected fall did not happen - countless leech clones instantly intertwined into a net, lifting him up steadily.

When the soldier scratched his head awkwardly, a leech clone was still rolling a piece of amber insect manure into his hand, causing laughter from the tribesmen around him.

The once famous silver-scale fish are now swimming in the artificially dug canal.

Each of their scales restrained their sharpness, and the silver light that scattered when the fish tail swung, reflecting the canal water into a flowing galaxy.

The remaining soul of the fish king is suspended in the middle of the canal. It controls the tribe to perform a wonderful "fertilization ceremony" - whenever it travels through a specific area, the fish collectively releases excrement containing organic matter.

After these silver-blue flocs sink to the bottom of the water, they will react with the fermented firefly bacteria, forming star-bright fertilizer that can increase the rice ears by 30%.

"Catch it!" Aleia led a group of girls to kneel beside the canal, holding a clam shell carved with runes.

When the fish pass by, they quickly scooped up the starry canal water and carefully watered it on the rice roots.

The moment the rice plants come into contact with the fertilizer and water, the snake scale patterns on the leaves suddenly lit up, and the ears and grains become full at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The scorching sun at noon is filtered into a soft rain of light by the Zhoutian star magnetic array set by Xiangchen.

On the ridge of the field, twelve witches beat the snake-skin drum, and the drum beats guide the rhythm of cooperation between people and beasts—

"Boom!" The demon frog bulged his cheeks together and sprayed out a poisonous fog to cover the rice fields.

"Dongdong!" The leech clone drilled into a specified depth at the same time, causing mud waves in the improved soil layer.

"Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong!" The fish leaped out of the water, and the light spots reflected by the silver scales woven into photosynthetic networks between the rice ears.

In this strange symphony, the once irreconcilable hunters and prey have formed a perfect production chain at this moment.

The insect corpse cleaned by the Frog King was dragged into the ground by leeches to decompose; the holes plowed out by leeches attracted fish to parade and fertilize.

The rice nourished by fish feces attracts more insects, providing the frog king with continuous venom raw materials...

On the edge of the swamp, a hydraulic mill designed by the Gold-eating Rat tribe is operating.

The bone armor that the Titan crocodile has fallen off is made into gears, the transmission belt tanned by the Xuan Python King is connected to the water wheel, and the mucus secreted by the demon frog becomes the best lubricant.

In the milling trough, the first crop of chalcedony snake-patterned rice harvested was unsheathing. When the rice grains rolled down, the old people squatting suddenly exclaimed that the rice cores with snake scales naturally grew into small natural runes in the sun.

"It's the blessing of Lord Snake God!" Shui Hemu trembled and picked up a handful of rice. The runes between the rice grains were automatically arranged, showing the various key points of hybrid spiritual rice left by Xiang Chen.

Obviously, Xiang Shenbang is showing his miracle.

The old man turned around and shouted to the young people working on the ridges: "Remember today! We not only planted food, but also planted the Great Road of Tongtian!"

When dusk falls, millions of firefly lamps lit up in the fertile field of all spirits.

The once symbolic of death, the Poison Pond Pond Pond is now floating with the Wanxiang Lotus Platform refined by Xiang Chen himself.

On the lotus platform, the tribal warriors who had just finished their practice were sharing a banquet with the reduced beast kings - the demon frog was drinking the spiritual wine made with its own venom. The leech king's clone rolled up rice ears and weaved the crown, and the fish set up a performance formation around the lotus platform.
Chapter completed!