Seeing that the time for harvest was upon him, Zhao Xing could only use high-order spells.
Within the microcosm of the Heart Worm Grass, there existed many obscure patches of grey mist.
These mists twisted into chains, as if locking the life structure of the Heart Worm Grass.
Had he not cultivated the "Yin Yang Self Scripture" to the second layer's threshold, Zhao Xing would not have noticed.
"Instant Primordial!"
Specks of golden light emerged from his fingertips, then landed on the Heart Worm Grass.
"Whoosh!"
To the outside world, these tiny sparks of starlight, upon entering the Heart Worm Grass, resembled a comet, dragging a long tail of golden flame, crashing into the internal world of the plant!
"Boom!"
A comet of golden light shattered one of the grey chains.
Each time it crushed a chain made of grey mist, the golden light happened to vanish.
But immediately, the mist would regroup, forming new chains.
"Boom boom boom boom boom boom!"
