Jinlingshan Mountain,
another three cycles of spring and autumn had revolved, and the mountain top was a field of golden yellow.
"I always feel like time is becoming less and less valuable."
"I vaguely remember, many years ago, three years was a long period, capable of bringing many memories, experiencing many things."
Jiang Ding muttered to himself.
Whoosh!
The Taiqing Flying Sword flew out, crisscrossing among the waves of golden wheat on the mountain top; moments later it returned, and swathes of wheat stalks fell, crumbling to powder.
The faint blue magnetic fields of the "All-transforming Magnetic Origin Sutra" unfurled, and with a flash of dotted lines, grains of wheat floated up, converging into a stream that flowed into the Storage Jade Pendant.
The plants left behind, which still teemed with life force and Spiritual Light and held the potential to advance to Second-Order Golden Spirit Wheat, were just one-tenth.
