The withered spirit flower can be used to refine White Elixir Pills, a supreme antidote.
Along the way, he also collected several types of spiritual herbs that he hadn't obtained before, though most of them were poisonous plants.
After traveling some distance further, Zhang Ling discovered something again and immediately stopped his escaping light. To the left, not far away, was a huge underground depression, looking like a deep pit.
The bottom was dark and shrouded in a layer of black mist, making it difficult to see clearly.
He inadvertently glanced at this side and noticed that the edge of the pit was quite smooth, unlike a natural formation. It seemed to have been created by a cultivator using a spherical magical treasure or spell attack.
Indeed, after scanning with his divine sense, he found several broken magical treasures at the bottom. Zhang Ling's figure flickered, and he descended to the bottom of the pit.
While falling, Zhang Ling clapped his hands together and then separated them, summoning a yellow whirlwind. As it rapidly spread, it swept away the black mist at the bottom.
His vision suddenly cleared, and two zhang away from where he landed, a broken red flying sword was stuck in the ground. Although the flying sword appeared broken, it was still enveloped in a faint red light. He could feel a bloody aura emanating from it.
Zhang Ling made a grabbing motion with one hand, and the vine on his left arm extended, instantly pulling the red flying sword in front of him for a closer look.
"Although this sword is broken, it is actually made of bloodstone. It seems the original owner's cultivation was not low." After taking a few glances, Zhang Ling gently flicked the sword's body, and the flying sword emitted a sword cry, appearing still exceptionally sharp.
Bloodstone is a special material. Magical treasures such as flying swords and throwing knives made from this material, once they strike someone, will form a special blood spirit energy, making it difficult for cultivators to stop the injury, gradually weakening them.
Zhang Ling glanced around and also discovered a broken ironwood shield not far away, and on the other side, there was a throwing knife. However, the spirituality of these two magical treasures was greatly lost, and they were basically useless.
Looking at the environment at the bottom of the pit, it was full of pits and bumps, obviously indicating that cultivators had fought here. It was unknown whether it was a battle between cultivators or a battle with demonic beasts.
An attack that could create such a large pit would require at least a late-stage Golden Core cultivator's power.
Zhang Ling flipped his hand and stored the red flying sword in his storage bag. Although this sword was broken, it could still be worth quite a few spirit stones after being reforged. It was a small gain.
Then, he didn't leave immediately but turned his head to look at a spot behind him.
Behind him was a scattered rocky area, with a strange flower growing in the center of several boulders, emitting a spiritual aura, and he could also smell a faint floral fragrance.
This was clearly a spiritual flower, growing quite strangely. The rootstock was thick and tall, about three zhang high. The rootstock and leaves were dark green, but the uppermost part grew a flower about a zhang in size, shaped like a huge trumpet flower, with an overall emerald green color. Thread-like stamens hung down from the trumpet opening, densely packed, appearing to be hundreds of them.
With thoughts racing, Zhang Ling searched through the spiritual flowers and herbs he knew in his mind but still couldn't recognize what kind of special spiritual flower was in front of him.
Could it be a rare flower?
Zhang Ling immediately became interested. This rare flower emitted pure wood-attribute spiritual power, and it looked like it had been growing for quite a long time. Although he didn't recognize what spiritual flower it was, there were many types of spiritual flowers and herbs, so not recognizing it was fine.
It wouldn't be too late to pick it first and study it later.
After thinking for a moment, Zhang Ling stepped on the ground with one foot, and a yellow light rushed out from under his feet. The ground shook for a while, and a loud noise was heard.
The place where the rare flower grew immediately cracked several ground fissures. A layer of yellow light supported the entire flower, along with a patch of soil, floating in the air.
Releasing a wisp of divine sense wrapped around it, Zhang Ling gently patted his storage bag, intending to put this rare flower into his storage bag.
Eh!
He suddenly stopped his movements, discovering that the underground root part of this rare flower was extremely long and had not been completely pulled up.
With a thought, the yellow light lifted the flower higher and higher.
But what surprised Zhang Ling was that, even after rising five or six zhang, the root below still hadn't been completely pulled out.
He immediately felt that something was wrong, glancing at the root of the rare flower. He saw that the root of this flower was grayish-white, with many cotton-like fluff growing on it.
Strangely, the lower part of the flower's root was actually getting thicker and thicker, unlike ordinary plant roots, which become thinner towards the end.
Just as Zhang Ling discovered this, the ground shook like an earthquake, shaking strangely.
Finally, this rare flower, supported by his spiritual light, seemed to come alive, suddenly twisting. The trumpet-like flower on top lit up with layers of emerald green spiritual light, and the blood-red threads extending from it moved automatically without any wind, like a strange head of blood-red hair.
At the same time, the ground shook even more violently, but Zhang Ling still stood in place, a strange smile on his face.
At the moment the ground shook, he released his divine sense to explore the underground, and immediately discovered that there was something else beneath the soil and rocks.
Fifty or sixty zhang deep underground, there were roots like vines. As if all of them had come alive, they were about to break out of the ground.
The ground shaking was caused by these plant roots. One of the roots was connected to the raised rare flower.
Zhang Ling also sensed a weak consciousness. This wisp of consciousness was not strong, only equivalent to the divine sense power of an early-stage Golden Core cultivator. The transmitted fluctuations were also extremely scattered, and he couldn't sense complete information.
The source of this consciousness was from the countless plant roots underground.
Zhang Ling immediately realized what this was, it seemed to be an unformed wood spirit.
The essence of plants and trees, the spirits formed by the birth of consciousness, are called wood spirits. This kind of thing can also be said to be a demonic beast. It is extremely difficult for such things to give birth to consciousness, and their numbers are extremely small.
The terrifying wood demon that appeared in Hidden Demon Valley before was this kind of creature.
While Zhang Ling was thinking, the ground had completely collapsed. Giant plant roots broke out of the ground, like vines, forming a large net to envelop him.
Zhang Ling, expressionless, flickered, and with a few flashes, flew out of the pit to the outside, looking down at the situation in the pit.
Countless plant roots broke out of the ground, and under the entanglement of grayish-white roots, they turned into a huge branch thirty or forty zhang long, like a large tree that suddenly rose up, emerging from the ground.
Then, this thing rose higher and higher, emitting violent wood-attribute spiritual power throughout its body. Then, the entangled roots quickly split, turning into thick roots, like countless tentacles extending, madly甩动着.
Strangely, at the end of the grayish-white roots, most of them grew one or more flower buds, appearing to be hundreds of them.
And at this moment, at the bottom of the pit, red spiritual light lit up dimly.
