Amcheon Township
This is God-given land?
Followed by an explanation of the plexus.
"Perhaps the first low-lying land here was used to control the flood and remained like a garden surrounding the ruins. Over the years, however, the soil's spiritual power spread in all directions, drawing in the surrounding wisdom, and Bondi's flat terrain turned into a mountain. And a new topography called sulfuric acid was created, and the ruins of demand were buried deep within the sulfuric acid."
"No... it's all good..."
I rumoured as I put the telepathic explanation in my mind.
"There's no evidence that this basin or sulfuric acid is food."
"I knew it, and as soon as I heard from my uncle, I searched the literature and investigated what was so special about food. And I've learned the proper spells from the anti-celestial leader."
"Contributor?"
"A contributor to the consideration of the Jeonwoochi taught me a trick."
He said so, and spread a handful of dirt near where the Thousand Year Snow had been buried. And I cast a spell.
"Odoyl Guangji Province (21566; ⁄ 36011; )."
Woo woo
At the end of the spell, the soil radiates a bright green glow. The green light was so strong that my eyes swelled, but I could not feel the evil. It seemed like a sacred force to be. As I looked at it with my curious eyes, the words of the telepathy continued.
"The effect of this spell is measuring the power of the object and revealing it or revealing its true form. It's also a universal spell that can be easily rewritten such as wind, livestock, etc."
"Oh, convenient."
"Watch closely. If I don't have any spiritual power, I'm supposed to have black light, but it's green. The spiritual step measured by this technique is the order of magenta and pale pale pale pale pale pale with a total of five steps."
I understood the meaning of the hopelessness and kept going.
"Green at the highest level! So you have the best talent."
"Exactly. And no matter how small the earth is, it rarely goes beyond a fluorescent light or a white light."
The manger splatters the dirt on the ground and speaks.
"If you search everywhere else, it will be clear, but the soil around this Black & White and Thousand Year Old Snow must have tremendous power." This is the only mythical land the king has ever served as a servant of. "
"Hmm. That means..."
I rolled my head in my arms and made a guess.
"Because of the land blowing up, the spiritual power was used to grow the heavenly artifacts, the Black & White Sovereign Union and the Thousand Year Snow Cedar?"
"Yes. That's the most compelling hypothesis at the moment."
The shrine laughs later.
"The soil is' living 'soil that rises and grows on its own. that had been summoned to sulfuric acid for thousands of years and hadn't lost its mythical powers. This sulfuric acid is itself a blessed Goto!"
"......!!"
"That's why there was such a background where unrealistic elixirs could grow like a thousand years old snowflake. How often can you condense a thousand years of spiritual energy? Maybe even under that pond."
"Of course...!!"
I was impressed.
Much more than 20 times in my past life, I think most of the questions about the ruins of demand have just been solved. But I told the network that there was still some part I didn't quite understand.
"... I'm glad we found out. What do I do now?" I don't know what to use my food for. "
"Well..."
He sighed for a moment and said:
"There's plenty to use. Wouldn't you?"
"I don't know..."
"The lowest recipe is to spread food. If you eat this food when you're hungry, you won't be very hungry. It will help your spiritual strength to become stronger. But how many human beings have entered the sulfuric acid intentionally to dig up dirt..."
"......"
"And with the exception of this basin and certain places, there won't be many places within sulfuric acid where the spirit of the land is intact."
Obviously it is.
There are times when the drought is severe, but eating the soil is basically not very helpful for human eating. When I was so poor and hungry, I ate dirt and tree roots, but all I really wanted to do was die.
"Next, boil the food into water and use it as an ingredient in alchemy and refinement. It's the spiritual mass itself, so it can be a high-quality material. It will allow for the fabrication of artificial territory."
"Oh!"
"But I think this is going to require a lot of research. This is your uncle's specialty, so you should ask him later."
I felt excited. So I kept asking.
"What else do I use?"
"It's farming here."
"Farming...?"
When I confronted him, he nodded.
"There has already been a great creature here named Cedar of the Thousand Year and Black & White Sovereign Union. And there's still so much food left in my view, I don't think there's a problem with raising more."
"Are you trying to build a potion farm?"
"Exactly."
Mangosteen smiled brightly.
"It is the same principle that the Libyan church mass-produces the colony by finding the area among the broad basins of profanity. If you farm well, it won't be impossible to harvest large quantities of elixir anytime soon."
"......!!"
"I'll gather as much elixir seeds and seeds as I can with the full force of the Anti-Heaven Blind. If we do well, we'll be able to mass-produce the elites who aren't as good as the Liberians. Not only that, but there will be plenty of food for the kingdom of heaven."
"Oh!!"
Awesome!
By using this soil, you can mass-produce rare elixirs.
As I was joyful as I was running, the telepathy twitched my chin.
"This is my personal guess, but I think this is the difference between black and white."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm sure it's an artificial breed that split from the Black and White Soviet Union. However, it would have been much different from the Black & White Soviet Union at the beginning of cultivation, but when they couldn't absorb endless spiritual energy from the food, they would have fallen apart. I can't help it if I've been through decades."
"Hmm... But it's no different from the Black & '92; White Soviet Union, which also enhances your innardence. That's why there are thousands of the highest ranking convicts in the province."
In my words, Manglish nodded.
"With all the power of the Libyan Church, we raised them in selected territories of sensitivity, so the intrinsically synergistic effect is protected. But there seems to be a big difference between being raised in a restaurant and not being raised in one. The effect of cleansing a harmful horse's curse or spell."
"I see."
"That's why the Black & '92; White Soviet Union can heal the schizophrenia with Divine Power, but not the degraded crucifixion."
He confidently concluded.
"Then let's go to the White Cliff of Sulfuric Acid."
"What's wrong with the White Tiger Stick?"
"Black and white flu is also a white flu. I'm only growing black onions, but there must be some soil that also underlies sulfuric acid. the evidence that it's not degraded by aggression, it's kept black."
"Ah!"
Pa 'at
I soon turned to the White Tiger with a glimmer. I watched from afar the monks of the White Tiger do their daily work normally and drenched my unknown senses.
'It's been a really long time since I've been here.'
When I first started my life, I lived near Sulfur Mountain for several years to somehow eat the elixir and become a Muslim master. It really was like old times, but it came alive just like yesterday. Soon after, I headed to a pond full of black lotus flowers, and it was observed picking a bunch of black lotus flowers.
"Hmph... You have to consume Black Flame and Switzerland to develop an Ultimate Pearl Keeper, so you're only smoking Black Flame here, so it's useless." It has no internal synergy. "
"Are you sure about the land around here?"
The mangrove picks up a handful of land near the pond and chants a spell, then a green burst out.
"Yes."
"Indeed..."
"I'll talk to the giver."
The shrine soon went to the White Tiger's governor, and he asked the governor for permission to use the site of this section.
"Haha... I hope the old master came back after he died."
I was bitter when I learned that the new White Tiger Lord was a fairly young middle-aged monk.
"The old man, he's dead..."
Once upon a time, I was old enough to die of old age because of old age. After a long time, he probably died of illness. It felt bitter to think that someone I had met before was dead.
He asked for an explanation of the situation and the telemetry told him why he was trying to get to the site relatively honestly. Of course, he didn't tell me about the elixir and just mentioned that the land near the pond is immortal. I also pulled out two or three pieces of gold, promising to provide a lot of financial support to the White Tiger in the future.
Then the governor pretended not to win.
"Very well. You seem to be a very wealthy man. Can you build a new temple around here?" "
"I'll support you all."
"Soon I will move the temple."
I got my food too easily. That meant that telemetry was enormous on the basis of the current power and funding reserves of ordinary people. It was a little awkward seeing the monks move too easily because of the money.
At the end of the series, Manhattan said.
"Let's go back. I look forward to it in ten years."
I was stunned in the snow, staring at the view of the sulfuric acid.
"How long can I stay alive?"
I am no longer confident because I died like a fly.
When I spoke with a voice that I was not confident in, Persuasion patted my shoulder.
"The task of our scribe is to make it possible."
He looked up at the sky and said,
"Hundred Hundred. I'm telling you... I think there's a reason you picked up a parakeet."
I looked back at the telescopes.
"What do you mean?"
"In fact, if I, the Jinzo Church, or my uncle, had obtained a Tiananam Secretary, the process for subjugating the [Old Master] might have been much more advanced in the course of the 23rd round. Isn't that right?"
"... I suppose..."
It was always a thought.
What if it wasn't me?
What if it was a blessing, not me?
What if it was me and not you?
However, every time I think about it, I feel like my mental strength is eating away at me, so I shut up. The message of the dead continues.
"But a hundred. None of us want to take your paramedic. Why do you think?"
"I've always wondered..."
"That's because we're not just fools for profit."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
The retinue smiles bitterly.
"... Haha. Because there is a possibility that the secretary and the creator behind it are beyond our wildest imagination."
"......?"
"This is not the stage to discuss treason."
It was hard to understand the meaning of the telepathic message. The hammer turns its head and turns its head.
"Hundred Hundred. Remember."
The net smiled.
"Unless you lose your will as king, we will dedicate our lives to you until we die."